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“Maddie, it’s me.”
She unlocks the door and I step in, locking it behind me. She looks disheveled, her hands running over her own body like she’s in heat. All of her clothes have somehow made it onto the floor.
“Aidan, what did you do to me… what is this?”
I press her back against the wall and hold her arms over her head against the wall as she strains to straddle my leg and rub herself against me.
“Please…” she whines, “Please, Aidan I need you inside me.”
Jesus. What the fuck is in this cream? I want her, but this isn’t the ideal place for her first time, and I know that. It should be special, romantic. There should be candles and soft music… but I am so tempted. I let my gaze roam over her and what she’s offering.
And suddenly I have an attack of conscience because if I take her right now like this she’ll accuse me of raping her. And I’m not sure she’d be wrong. This might be a fun thing to play with later, but right now… I know it’s not right.
I cup her cheek. “Maddie, I can’t.”
Her eyes blaze with fury. “What? What do you mean you can’t? Get your pants off and fuck me right now, Aidan Stryker!” she hisses.
“You’re not in your right mind. It’s like you’re drunk.”
“I’m not fucking drunk, I just need…” she groans as she rubs against me.
I press my leg hard against her pussy, letting her straddle me more fully. Maybe a compromise? “Get yourself off. And don’t you dare take your eyes off mine.”
She holds my gaze as she rubs feverishly against my leg to get herself off. When she comes, I hold my hand against her mouth to keep her quiet. In the middle of it, the sales clerk knocks on the door.
“Just a minute,” I say, not taking my gaze from Maddie’s.
Her moans are muffled behind my hand as she grinds harder against me. It almost undoes me. Finally, she finishes, and I take a deep, calming breath and step away. She sags against the wall, trying to get herself together.
I go to the door and carefully block the clerks view as I take the clothes from her.
Maddie doesn’t try anything on in this store. I help her get back into her clothes and tell her we’ll buy everything. I’ll return anything that doesn’t fit later.
Nineteen
Maddie
I’m laden down with bags so it’s hard to slam the door before Aidan gets to it, but I manage to kick it shut with my shoe. I should have worn flats today. My feet feel like they might actually fall off right now.
The front door opens. “Maddie! Stop!”
I make a beeline for the stairs, but Aidan is faster. He isn’t hobbled by these death trap shoes. He grips me by the arm, halting my escape. Then he nods at his men—some unspoken communication. Two of them proceed forward to take my bags from me. Then they disappear up the stairs with my things.
I want to follow and hide out in my room, but Aidan is having none of it. He practically drags me down a hallway and into a well-lit study just off the dining room.
I’m so angry right now. On the ride home he said something stupid about me falling into his arms, that I just needed to see what he can provide for me.
“What the hell, Maddie?” he says when the door is shut, giving us some privacy from the household staff.
“You think you can buy me! You think you’re going to flash your wealth around and take me out to romantic private island secret restaurants, and take me on some Julia Roberts shopping montage like I haven’t ever had money before and I’m what? Going to forget the circumstances of how we got together?”
He’s leaning against the door, his arms crossed over his chest, a smug smile on his handsome face. “So you admit we’re together?”
I roll my eyes.
“What would it take for me to win you?” He asks.
I don’t bother telling him he could let me go, because that for sure wouldn’t “work” in the way he wants. If he let me go with the expectation that I’d be so grateful I’d just come right back, it defeats the entire purpose of my freedom.