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Twenty-One

Aiden

“Oh, God!” she screams, her head dropping back against the headboard, her hips grinding hard against my mouth.

Her dress is rucked up around her waist, and I have her spread wide, her legs pinned to the bed, that gorgeous pussy on display as I fuck her with my mouth and fingers and tongue.

Beautiful.

Sexy.

Mine.

“Oh my fucking God!” she screams.

And I feel it—the slickness increasing, her body shuddering, my name tumbling off her lips as she comes apart.

She goes limp, her moan cascading through the air, eyes sliding closed.

And I can’t take it any longer, can’t hold back.

I’ve made her come with my fingers, then with my mouth, then with my fingers and my mouth, and now my dick is about to break in half.

I reach for the box of condoms, tearing it open, pulling one out.

A half second later, I’m rolling it down the length of my cock, positioning myself at her entrance. I know I should go slow. I know I should go easy. But my control is fucked, so I thrust home.

Her eyes fly open on a gasp.

“Too much?” I grunt.

“No,” she moans, hips lifting to meet mine as I stroke deep. “It’s good, Aiden. God, that’s good. Don’t stop, I?—”

I can’t stop.

Probably couldn’t even if my life depended on it.

That sexy as sin dress that caresses every inch of her gorgeous body crumpled up around her waist, yanked down to expose plump, delicious breasts.

Those heels that sparkled and teased and now are currently digging into my back as I fuck her hard and fast.

Naked flesh that goes pink and slick.

Gray eyes that are shot full of lightning as she comes on my tongue.

And now…on my cock.

She convulses around me, pussy clamping so hard my eyes roll back. “That’s it, sweetheart,” I groan as my own orgasm rises up and sucks me under, yanking me beneath the current, sending my own strokes wild. I lose all rhythm, all control.

But it’s okay.

Because she’s lost in her pleasure too.

“Aiden!” she cries as my vision goes black, my limbs go heavy, and then I’m fucking decimated by my orgasm, torn down to the bones and built back up again, piece by piece by piece . By the time I manage to open my eyes, to descend back to Earth, it’s to find that I’ve collapsed on top of Luna.

“Shit,” I mutter, realizing I’m probably crushing her and lifting up, rolling us to our sides.

I lose her, my dick sliding free of the slick, tight clasp of her pussy.

“I liked it,” she murmurs, arms looping around my shoulders, her leg hitching around my waist. “The weight of you.” She nuzzles at my throat, lips pressing lightly to my skin.

“Good,” I say, smoothing my hand down her back. “Because I don’t think I could have moved anyway.”

She giggles softly, shoves a strand of hair out of her face.

I snag her hand, kiss her knuckles. “You like it?” I ask about the ring I bought her.

Shy eyes. Pink cheeks. Her fingers closing around mine. “It’s too much.”

“No, it’s not.”

I mean, should I have gone as all out as I had for a ring for a marriage that’s essentially a business agreement?

Probably not.

But it’s Luna.

It’s Luna and me.

And Smythe stocks and Grams’s interference or not, Luna is mine.

So the ring is going to reflect that.

“If it’s not your style,” I murmur, lightly running my finger over the smooth metal band, “the jeweler said we could exchange it for something else.”

“It’s beautiful,” she says, holding tight to my hand. “More than I could have ever imagined.”

I kiss her nose. “Good.”

She exhales, nuzzles against my throat again, body relaxing against mine. “Now what?”

“Room service,” I say. “As soon as I summon the energy to pick up the phone. Food and more champagne and then”—I nip at her ear—“more eating you out.”

She shivers, arching against me. “I like this plan.”

“Mmm,” I say, the curves of her awakening my still hard dick. God, I feel eighteen again, like I can go all night without a break, can fuck her over and over again. “Or,” I murmur, “we could delay the room service and champagne and I can go straight back to licking that delicious pussy of yours.”

Another shiver.

And, grinning wolfishly, I realize she’s given her answer.

“I’ll take care of the condom.” A kiss to the spot behind her ear. “You just lay there and think of all the ways I’m going to fuck you.”

“ Aiden .”

I steal her lips in a drugging kiss then force myself up and out of bed, going into the bathroom and disposing of the condom. I grab the open bottle of champagne—because I have ideas for that too, namely lick it off her naked body.

I set it on the nightstand, crawl back into bed beside her, pausing to undo her shoes and slide them free before kissing my way up her legs.

I’m just reaching for the bottle again when there’s a knock at the door.

“Ignore it,” she murmurs when I freeze with my mouth about an inch from that plump wet pussy.

Nodding, I make that inch disappear, sliding my tongue through her.

She moans, hips bucking, head dropping back to the pillows.

And there’s another fucking knock.

Fuck.

I push it out of my mind. They have the wrong door, the wrong floor, the wrong fucking room.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Luna jerks, head flying up. “Wh?—?”

“Goddamn it.” I launch myself out of bed, yank the blankets up and over her, then stomp away from the bed, temper ratcheting higher and higher with every step.

Mostly because the knocking keeps coming as I snag a towel, wrap it around my waist.

And doesn’t stop as I reach for the handle.

Nor when I growl as I whip open the door…

To find Smitty standing in the hall.

“Happy Belated Birthday motherfucker!” he shouts.

And then he barges right past me.