Chapter 32
Samantha
Fuck. I’d finally said it. Not have sex, or make love, but fuck. I hadn’t just said it, I’d told Aidan to do it. To me. Against a door.
And he’d said yes.
He cupped my ass as I wrapped my legs around his hips. He held me easily and I wrapped my arms around the smooth, hard muscles of his shoulders. He braced me, his long, hard body moving easily, taking my weight. It should have been awkward, but we moved in sync. It should have been unromantic, but it was perfect. We fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. Everything vanished—our real lives, who we were outside this apartment. Our jobs, our pasts. Even the game vanished right now, as I hooked my ankles together and opened to him and he slid into me.
He swallowed my gasp with a kiss. I was drenched, and he was slick inside me, bare. It felt so good. I was familiar with the feel of him, the push of him inside me, but skin to skin was different. I’d never done this with anyone before.
He pushed into me, then moved a little harder, using the resistance of the door behind me and his weight. He was deeper than he’d ever been, and the angle opened me completely. I was pinned, and at the same time I was gripping him, squeezing him, just as active as he was. I hooked my arms around his neck and felt him take me, and at the same time I felt myself take him. Again, and then again, and then again.
“Fuck, Samantha,” Aidan said against my neck, his voice rough. “Tell me you feel that.”
“Yes.” I could barely form even that one small word, my mind was so scrambled, my blood so wild. “Yes.”
His arms were like granite, his legs long and strong as he pushed into me, the muscles of his back working as his hips moved. The friction was so intense I felt like the head of a matchstick being rubbed against sandpaper, every touch and movement rasping through my body, the tension unbearable. The way he was angled in me, the way he was moving in me, was making us both crazy, and it was happening fast. I’d always orgasmed fast once Aidan was inside me, but this time was going to set a record. I was going to come.
He said my name again, and then some wild and filthy curse words that made my blood run even hotter. He was as lost as I was. We were both abandoned, up against my apartment door, probably making noises the neighbors could hear. I didn’t care. I was about to come, and I was possessive. Everyone could know that this hot, gorgeous man was all mine.
He found my secret, most sensitive spot, the skin behind my ear, and when he dragged his teeth along it, still moving, I came, my nails digging into his skin. As I trembled through it he banged me harder, making the door shake, and then he gasped—the sound was hot and helpless—and came himself. I felt the pulse of it and a warm rush. Then we both stilled, out of breath and panting.
I could feel his sweat against my skin, his heart pounding against mine. I could feel every inch of myself, my whole body humming with pleasure. And I knew that I wanted this, exactly this, as much as I could get it, for as long as I could get it. At any price.
I was in love with Aidan Winters. I also worked for him.
And right now, I didn’t even care.
We didit right this time. He didn’t walk out, and neither did I. We cleaned up, talking a little, the air between us easy. We were still naked, and somehow we ended up in the bedroom, and then we were on my bed. And then we were doing it again, slow and easy this time, Aidan moving above me and then behind me as his hands moved over my skin. I explored him in turn, taking in his shoulders and his chest, the taut lines of his belly and his hips. After the frenzy against my door, we took our time. Aidan was in even less of a hurry than I was, bringing me to the edge of orgasm more than once before finally sending me over.
Afterward we lay lazily in the dim light, talking. He told me about his childhood, his teenage years living with his friends before they formed Tower VC. I talked about my own past, about my parents and my sister, my years working as an executive assistant. That brought us dangerously close to the topic of our working relationship.
Aidan was lying on his back, the sheet pulled carelessly to his waist, one arm crooked behind his head. He looked darkly beautiful, satisfied and relaxed, his hair mussed from sex. “We’ll work it out, Samantha,” he said, meeting the topic head-on in his Aidan way. “This doesn’t have to be an issue at work. I’ll make sure of it.”
I was lying on my side, watching him. I smiled. “Sleeping with my boss is pretty much the biggest issue there is,” I said. “There’s no way around it.”
He frowned. “We’ve managed it so far.”
We had, but only because of the game. Without the game, it was different. Everything was different. We both knew that.
“My job is important to me,” I said.
“I know,” Aidan replied.
“And at the same time, I don’t want to stop.”
“Me neither.”
I sighed, tracing my finger along one of his flexed biceps. Now that I had permission to touch him, I couldn’t quite stop. “So what’s the answer?”
“I have a few ideas. Let me work out the details.”
I felt a beat of panic. Everyone knew that sleeping with your boss never worked out—it was practically a Biblical rule. I could hear Emma’s disapproving lecture from here. If she found out about this, then I might even be fired from Executive Ranks, sister or not. And if Aidan and I were really going to do this, really going to date, then Emma would find out about it. So would everyone at Tower. So would the gossip websites. Which meant my whole life would change.
“What is it?” Aidan said. My hand had stopped moving, and he’d noticed my body tense.
I blinked at him. How serious were we? I hated to be that girl, but the stakes were high. Higher for me than for him. If I lost my job, I was unemployed. Aidan would always be the CEO of Tower VC, no matter who he was sleeping with.
Now he had turned his head and was looking at me with concern. “Talk to me, Samantha.”
“I just…” I wanted to take the leap of faith. I really did. But I’d come from nothing, and I’d built my life, and if it fell apart I wasn’t sure I could do it again. I didn’t even know if Aidan was in this with me if things got hard, or if this was just fun for him and he’d vanish when the difficult questions came up. But we had just had incredible sex—twice—without the game, and now wasn’t the time to bring all of this up. We had time to discuss it later. “I’m just not sure it’s possible to get the job and the guy,” I said. “It isn’t supposed to be possible.”
The lines between Aidan’s eyes smoothed, and he smiled at me. His usual cocky self. “Anything’s possible if I put my mind to it,” he said. “How do you think I got this far?”