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“Are those…” The words died on my tongue as he stepped forward.
“They’re yours,” he rumbled, and suddenly, I felt shy. Exposed. Not necessarily in a bad way, but I needed something.
Almost as if reading my mind, he moved. His long legs ate up the space between us until he was right in front of me, his free hand taking hold of my hip as he pulled me in closer, sharing his body heat with me. “Jesus, baby, you’re so soft.” His voiced was laced with awe. “So perfect.”
“I’m not—" I started to argue, but he shot me a look I wasn’t about to argue with.
“You are. Perfect. Sweet.” His jaw clenched again in that way he did sometimes. In a way that seemed almost painful. Forgetting I was basically naked in front of him, I lifted my hands to gently hold his face.
“What is it?” I asked, searching those bright blue eyes that filled my dreams.
“Are you…” his voice rasped, and heat hit my face.
I wasn’t ashamed of my virginity. I just hadn’t met anyone who had made me want anything more than a kiss.
Until my grumpy, sometimes sarcastic boss.
Until Aiden.
“Am I what?” I knew exactly what he was asking, but it gave me a delicious thrill to hear him say it out loud.
“A virgin,” he rasped. I stared at him. His hand slid down and between us until he was cupping me. I gasped, pressing my chest into his. “Did you take care of this cherry for me?” Without blinking, I nodded, and he rested his forehead against mine. “How is that possible? If I had met you in high school—"
“That would have been super illegal, sir,” I blurted with a nervous giggle, loving the vibrations to the deep guttural sound that bubbled through him.
“I shouldn’t touch you.” His hand started to move away, but I pressed my thighs together to keep him where he was. I wished he’d lose the dress shirt.
“I shouldn’t dirty you up with my hands and mouth and dirty words.”
“Why?”
“I’m too old for you and—" Now it was me shutting him up. Placing the pad of my pointer finger on his lips, I looked at him. Our gazes locked as I shook my head.
“You’re not. I’m an adult—"
“Barely,” he mumbled under his breath, but I was on a mission. We’d passed the point of no return the moment we’d stepped into that elevator.
“But one nonetheless. A consenting adult.”
“You’re untouched.” His hand moved, wrapping around my waist, resting open palmed on the small of my back. “Your cherry’s still intact, and I shouldn’t be the one to pluck it.”
“Would it make you feel better if I swiped right on some random guy to get rid of it so you won’t have to?”
“Fuck no,” he growled like an animal. Fire and jealousy burned in his blue eyes. It made my spine tingle witnessing that possessiveness when it came to me. “You’re mine,” he growled, then he finally kissed me.
His mouth captured mine fiercely. There was no gentleness. No sweetness. His tongue plunged into my mouth, and I opened for him. There was no denying him. I’d give him every bit of me if he asked. Unknowingly, he had already taken my heart hostage. In the back of my mind, I felt his hand leave my back, but it wasn’t until I felt his fingers between us, working on the buttons of his dress shirt, that I realized what he was doing. My hands joined the mix and helped him. Before I knew it, we were skin to skin. It was so much better than I could have ever imagined. He was beautiful. It was hard to look away from his muscular chest. The dark hair sprinkled over his sun-kissed skin. He was hot to the touch. Hard muscles that radiated strength and power.
“Fuck. So soft. So sweet.” He rested his forehead against mine as we caught our breath.
I stepped back, and my thighs touched the mattress of his huge bed. He looked at me for a moment, confused about the space I had placed between us. But he shouldn’t have been. I lifted my hands, turning my wrists out for him, and I watched as his brain processed what I was doing.
What I was offering.
“Aria, baby…” He searched my eyes, and I could see the conflict. “It’s your first time.” He stepped back, too, and ran his fingers through his hair. “For your first time, I should be setting out rose petals and candles with soft music,” he rasped. “Not bringing out velvet-lined cuffs.” He sighed, clearly torn about what he wanted to do. “Ari, baby, I don’t know if I can be gentle.”
“You won’t hurt me.” I trusted him. I knew in my soul he wouldn’t.
“Jesus, fuck. Your trust in me.” His nose nudged mine, and he breathed in deeply. Almost as if needing to inhale my oxygen. “I’m your boss.”
