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His jaw rolls as he holds my gaze. “Fuck it,” he growls. He grabs my nape and brings me down to him, slamming his mouth against mine, thrusting his tongue in my mouth.

Oh. My. God.

This isn't a kiss. That seems too simple of a word to describe it. He takes over my mouth like he is starving and finally getting his first meal of the day.

Aiden easily lifts us off the floor and walks towards the bedroom without losing contact with me. When we are in the room, he drops me onto the bed. I lean up on my elbows and watch as he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his perfectly sculpted chest. His pants and boxer briefs follow immediately after.

Good God.

I’ve been waiting to see what was under his clothes forever. Any self-respect I had disappears the moment he takes off his boxer briefs.

Holding eye contact, Aiden lifts me forward off the bed and rips my shirt over my head, throwing it onto the ground. He slides my shorts off leaving me in just my panties. Holding eye contact, he traces my slit with his fingertip and groans.

“You’re already so fucking soaked. I’ve been dreaming about you since the first time you sat across from me in my office,” he softly says. “I thought about bending you right over that desk and fucking the attitude out of you. I once told you to choose Hell or me. Well, baby…welcome to both.” I let out a moan, rubbing myself against him.

“Aiden,” I beg. I don’t even know what I’m begging for. I just need a release.

I just need him.

He presses his fingers against me, moving them in a deliciously slow motion. “Tell me what you want,” he demands in my ear. He uses his other hand to roll my nipples causing my body to tighten.

I’m already on edge. So close to my release and he has barely touched me. The power this man has over my body.

“Tell me what you want, Joy,” he repeats, his hands continuing the motion and driving me insane. I need him inside me as much as I need my next breath.

I pant and squeeze my eyes shut from the pleasure. “I want you, Aiden,” I moan.

He yanks my panties off and a gasp escapes my lips from the unexpected action. His hands leave me, and I moan in protest. I open my eyes to see as he climbs in the bed, moving between my legs until I can feel how hard he is.

Once he centers himself, he asks, “You want me to do what, baby?”

I huff in annoyance. “I already told you.” Now is not the time for a pop quiz for fuck’s sake. I need a release, or I might start crying.

Aiden smirks, climbing off me. He places his hands under my knees and lifts my hips up to his face. Then his mouth is on me. My legs jerk from the pleasure, and I can’t control myself. I start panting and wiggling to get away from him. But at the same time, I do not want him to stop. He is not just eating me out. He’s sucking, licking, feasting on me like he has been starving for months. He plunges two fingers in me while he sucks hard on my clit. Right as I am about to find my release, he stops.

He fucking stops.

He looks up to me, his hair falling over his forehead, making him look so incredibly sexy. He climbs on top of me, positioning himself, then he slowly slides in. Stretching me. Filling me. I open my mouth, but no sounds come out. A few seconds later and I realize he hasn’t moved. He places his hand around my throat and squeezes a little.

“I asked you before, Ms. Parker. What do you want?” he demands softly.

Finally understanding what he’s doing, I give him what he wants. I lean forward so my lips are to his ear and whisper, “I want you to fuck me, Aiden.”

He licks his lips. “Good girl.”

Then, he slams into me. He gives me no time to catch my breath before he’s pounding into me. Every thrust hitting that sweet spot deep inside me. I close my eyes; it’s all too much.

He stops thrusting, and I feel his hand at my throat again. “Open your eyes. I want you to watch me fuck you. I want you to see what you do to me.”

Oh, my gawd.

I open my eyes and gaze into his. He begins thrusting again. This time, harder. Faster. I didn’t think it was possible to go faster than he already was. His hips roll, his eyes never leaving mine.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasps. I whimper in response. His hand on my throat squeezes as he feels me begin to shake.

He brings his lips to my ear. “Don’t come yet.” I clench my hands in the sheets, my whole body tightening as I try to follow his command.

I pant, “But I—” his hand squeezes at my throat again and I get the message. Don’t come yet. He brings his lips down to mine and devours my mouth, his other hand going down to my clit. My body begins to tremble, my legs squirming with the need for a release.