can’t touch you again right now. If I touch you, being mad at you and wanting you this badly will end up in you coming again. Likely on my tongue.”
He pushes away and strolls into the kitchen area. My heart is pounding in my chest as I imagine me pressed against this door and him on his knees. As I imagine my legs hooked over his shoulders and his hands cupping my ass and holding me up and his tongue gliding along my pussy and across my clit…
I glance up and meet his eyes. “Fuck you,” I mutter, turning to the bedroom. “Fuck you one hundred times over.”
“You will. Soon enough.”
Aaron’s arms slide around me and grab the mug of coffee I just made.
“Hey! That’s mine.” I spin right into his grinning face.
“It was yours. I have to run.” He downs it. “I won’t be back all day—probably just in time to get ready for the party tonight.”
“Okay.” I tilt my head back. “What do I wear?”
A smile curves his gorgeous lips, and he brushes his thumb across my cheek. “Not that it matters what you wear, but it’s formal. So something long but sexy.”
“Long but sexy?”
“Excuse me if I want everyone to know the most beautiful woman in the room belongs to me.” His smile widens as he leans in and touches his lips to mine. “Behave today. I left you my card on the nightstand. Go and buy that something long but sexy.”
“What if I have something?”
“I don’t care if you have something. I’m telling you to go and buy a dress, Dayton, so do it. I want you there tonight in something I bought you.”
I narrow my eyes. “I can buy my own dress.”
“But you’re not going to. You’re going to take my goddamn card and buy yourself something.”
“ Your card?”
“Yes, my fucking card. Jesus Christ, Day. I have the company card. You have mine. I am buying you a dress, not my father. Spend whatever.”
The hardness in his eyes tells me that he isn’t budging, and I give in. Reluctantly. Because I despise things being bought for me.
“Fine. I’ll take your card and buy a dress. But I’m warning you, Aaron.” I skip from his hold and point my finger at him, walking backward to the bedroom. “I’m buying the whole shebang. Dress, shoes, purse, jewelry. All of it.”
He opens the elevator doors and smirks. “Get your nails and hair done while you’re at it. You have a few split ends.”
“Fuck you!” I shout as he disappears behind the closing doors.
Do I?
I grab a section of hair between my fingers and pull it in front of my face. My eyes flit over it, examining it, and I drop it with a curse.
“Bastard,” I mutter to the buzzing of my phone.
Kidding, he texts. Your hair is perfect.
I’m making you pay for that, asshole.
Good.
I toss my phone on the bed and look at the time. Shit. Skype date with Liv!
I run into the front room area and pull my laptop from its case. The Wi-Fi connects in seconds, and two minutes later, I’m staring at the blond bombshell that is my best friend.
“Spill. Everything,” she demands.
“Hello to you too. I’m having an okay time but I miss you like crazy. Hope everything is good in Seattle.” I stick my middle finger up.
Liv laughs. “Everything is fine in Seattle, I miss you ten times more, and you should be having an amazing time. Not an okay one. I mean, hello! Have you seen Mr. Aaron Stone? He’s a walking fucking orgasm.”
“Considering I see him every day and sleep next to him each night, I’d say yes, I have seen him. I’m very well acquainted with him and his looks.”
“Sarcastic bitch.” She sighs. “Seriously, babe, what’s up? You look like you need a girls’ night.”
“Oh, Liv. I do. So badly.” I rest my head on my hand and stare at my screen. “This job is impossible.”
“Nah, it’s not, baby girl. You can get through it. Only four and a half weeks to go, right?”
“Right.” I sigh. “Liv?”
“Yeah?”
I chew on the inside on my lip as I mull over what to say. “Have
He pushes away and strolls into the kitchen area. My heart is pounding in my chest as I imagine me pressed against this door and him on his knees. As I imagine my legs hooked over his shoulders and his hands cupping my ass and holding me up and his tongue gliding along my pussy and across my clit…
I glance up and meet his eyes. “Fuck you,” I mutter, turning to the bedroom. “Fuck you one hundred times over.”
“You will. Soon enough.”
Aaron’s arms slide around me and grab the mug of coffee I just made.
“Hey! That’s mine.” I spin right into his grinning face.
“It was yours. I have to run.” He downs it. “I won’t be back all day—probably just in time to get ready for the party tonight.”
“Okay.” I tilt my head back. “What do I wear?”
A smile curves his gorgeous lips, and he brushes his thumb across my cheek. “Not that it matters what you wear, but it’s formal. So something long but sexy.”
“Long but sexy?”
“Excuse me if I want everyone to know the most beautiful woman in the room belongs to me.” His smile widens as he leans in and touches his lips to mine. “Behave today. I left you my card on the nightstand. Go and buy that something long but sexy.”
“What if I have something?”
“I don’t care if you have something. I’m telling you to go and buy a dress, Dayton, so do it. I want you there tonight in something I bought you.”
I narrow my eyes. “I can buy my own dress.”
“But you’re not going to. You’re going to take my goddamn card and buy yourself something.”
“ Your card?”
“Yes, my fucking card. Jesus Christ, Day. I have the company card. You have mine. I am buying you a dress, not my father. Spend whatever.”
The hardness in his eyes tells me that he isn’t budging, and I give in. Reluctantly. Because I despise things being bought for me.
“Fine. I’ll take your card and buy a dress. But I’m warning you, Aaron.” I skip from his hold and point my finger at him, walking backward to the bedroom. “I’m buying the whole shebang. Dress, shoes, purse, jewelry. All of it.”
He opens the elevator doors and smirks. “Get your nails and hair done while you’re at it. You have a few split ends.”
“Fuck you!” I shout as he disappears behind the closing doors.
Do I?
I grab a section of hair between my fingers and pull it in front of my face. My eyes flit over it, examining it, and I drop it with a curse.
“Bastard,” I mutter to the buzzing of my phone.
Kidding, he texts. Your hair is perfect.
I’m making you pay for that, asshole.
Good.
I toss my phone on the bed and look at the time. Shit. Skype date with Liv!
I run into the front room area and pull my laptop from its case. The Wi-Fi connects in seconds, and two minutes later, I’m staring at the blond bombshell that is my best friend.
“Spill. Everything,” she demands.
“Hello to you too. I’m having an okay time but I miss you like crazy. Hope everything is good in Seattle.” I stick my middle finger up.
Liv laughs. “Everything is fine in Seattle, I miss you ten times more, and you should be having an amazing time. Not an okay one. I mean, hello! Have you seen Mr. Aaron Stone? He’s a walking fucking orgasm.”
“Considering I see him every day and sleep next to him each night, I’d say yes, I have seen him. I’m very well acquainted with him and his looks.”
“Sarcastic bitch.” She sighs. “Seriously, babe, what’s up? You look like you need a girls’ night.”
“Oh, Liv. I do. So badly.” I rest my head on my hand and stare at my screen. “This job is impossible.”
“Nah, it’s not, baby girl. You can get through it. Only four and a half weeks to go, right?”
“Right.” I sigh. “Liv?”
“Yeah?”
I chew on the inside on my lip as I mull over what to say. “Have
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