“I’m yours, Aiden. Treat me like it.” She’s mine. And she's perfect. “You are,” I say, my throat thick. “So, it’s only right that you get the Summer Preston girlfriend experience.” I’m rock-hard. “Girlfriend? Is that the word we’re using?” “Mm. I figured you’d like it.” She eyes my pants with a demure smile. My hands itch to touch her, so I pull her toward me. “And what would that make me?” Her hands glide up my biceps, causing a tremor to run through me. “My boyfriend. My hot, sexy, kind boyfriend.”
