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“The way I see it, there’s something you have…something special enough to entice the great Aiden Slate, and I want to know what that is—”
“Get the fuck away from her,” I say, voice menacing. “Or I’ll kill you.”
“Get your girl out of here.”
“Don’t you ever fucking touch her.”
“There will always be villains like him. Don’t let him win.” My head snaps to Cassidy. “What did you say?”
Those words. I’ve heard them before.
“What happened?” My voice is low, like a winter storm building in intensity. My heart beats in my ears, and my chest tightens.
“That’s none of your business,” she snaps, jerking out of my grip. “Cass…” “No, Slate. That’s not what this is. What we are. Some things are mine.”
The truth is, I missed most of what was said between her and Billy. What I saw was enough, but her reaction seemed…intense. More.
Placing a soft kiss on her skin, I look up and meet this douchebag’s eyes. “Rumors are true,” I say, keeping my voice steady. “Now, can you let us go?”
Her lids flutter shut just as I descend, a sigh escaping her as our lips touch. I’m tentative at first, but Cassidy opens up to me, and all sense is wiped away.
Because now that I’ve tasted her lips again, I’m not sure how I’m going to keep this just business. Assuming after tonight, she doesn’t tell me to go to hell. I’m fucked.
But when I turn the corner, I startle. There he is in the kitchen, and what I find knocks the breath from my lungs. Aiden Slate is standing with his back to me, in low-slung gray sweatpants, shirtless.
“Are you cleaning?” He purses his lips. “The kitchen was dirty.” Something tells me it wasn’t.
A moment later, he’s taking over. Showing me exactly how he likes it done. Just like he did all those years ago. And I don’t know if I’m happy or sad that he’s still the boy I loved.
By the time I’m behind closed doors, my dick is harder than steel. Fuck. How does she do this to me? I head straight into the bathroom and turn on the shower.
I imagine the vision of her naked on her knees and crawling to me. Her mouth dropping open as I feed her my dick. Her puffy lips would be so full of me. My body shudders as I imagine the feel of her tongue as she runs it over my skin. Then I’d fuck her tight throat. The sounds she would make when she wouldn’t be able to breathe.
My eyes close as I grip tighter, thinking about the way she would take me. The way her perfect tits would swing as I thrust my hips faster. I’d pull out, though, not wanting to finish in her mouth.
Then I’d bend her over and step up behind her. Her pussy would glisten with her desire as I line myself up. I finally thrust inside. The feeling is sublime. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Squeezing my cock harder, I move faster, ch...
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The shower becomes foggy with my breath as I pick up the speed of my hand. My heart rate beats faster. I’m about to come. In my head, I flip her over and imagine her lying before me. The...
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The memory of her pussy taking me is enough to bring chills down my spine, and before I know it, I come in long hot ropes all over my shower floor. Fuck.
went to get you Sweet Tarts.” She holds up the box, which from here is already open. “Sorted.” Fucking hell. I’m a real dick. I don’t even know how to respond.
You want to see him succeed. It’s important to him, which means it’s important to me.
I watch as he slices his way down the ice just like he did all those times on the pond. More proficient. Faster. But the same.
Where did this girl come from? And how does she know just what I need? I sigh, closing the drapes and pacing the floor, mind racing from one thing to the next, landing on my constant. “Fuck,” I growl, pulling at my hair.
I tear my eyes away from hers and do a slow perusal of her body. She’s wearing a pair of short floral shorts that hang mid-thigh and a white T-shirt. She isn’t wearing a bra, which is evident by her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric. Fuck. I snap my head away, trying to avoid needing her that way. “I’m fine. Go back to bed.” “Clearly, you’re not,”
“Do you need—” “Whatever I need, I’m not going to get. I just want to sleep.” “Come with me,”
“Just do it.” She offers a smile.
Cassidy places the mug of milk into the microwave, and my body tenses. I watch, transfixed. Warm milk. When was the last time I had warm milk? Years ago.
Cass. My gaze seeks her out, and the moment I see her, the pressure subsides. It shouldn’t help, but it does. What that means, fuck, I don’t even want to know right now, but as I see her waving and screaming what looks like my name, I can feel my adrenaline start pumping, but this time, it’s filled with fierce determination.
The stadium erupts. But I only have eyes for one person. Which is a big problem.
“What does it matter what I think? You love it, and that’s what truly matters. My opinion is moot.”
“Fine. If you must know, once I get past the way people plow into you, I enjoy it.” He smirks. “You worry about me?”
“What are you doing?” “Giving you a massage.” I start to work out the tight knots. “Cass.” “Don’t Cass me. I’m paid to make your life easier. Let me do that.” I leave him no room to resist, instead kneading harder.
“I really don’t know what I would do without you,” he says, and my heart swells.
The lake. That voice that feels like a million spiders crawling over me when I hear it. The fall.
Aiden grabs my hand, pulling it forward, and I go still.
Two, he’s staring at my scars. “What h...
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“Nothing.” “You can tell me.”
“No,” I say, refusing to go down that road. “They’re just scars.” “Cassidy, I…”
“Please stop, Aiden. It was something that happened a long time ago. It’s not something I want to think...
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“What?”
“Nothing. It just…it just made me think of something. That’s all.”
Why did you leave me, Aiden?
“You’re my girlfriend, not my agent.” He grins. “I’ll make the call.”
nod, and with that, I exit the room, my mind reeling with everything that’s happened in the past few minutes.
“Just sit with me.”
“Your being with me is enough.”
“What are you doing out here, Cass? You should go to bed.” I turn to face him. “Not without you.”
“I’m not sleeping in a bed with you.” “You already did.”
