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.
