Chapter Eighteen
EIGHTEEN
Micah
I stare at Aidan, dizzy with arousal, my entire body vibrating.
Never in my life have I ever done anything like this.
I’ve never hooked up with a guy at work. I’ve never even dated someone I’ve worked with.
I’m stunned at what’s just happened between us. We were arguing, things got heated, and Aidan admitted he was attracted to me. I was so surprised that I admitted I was attracted to him too.
And then it was like a switch flipped. All that fury and frustration morphed into raw passion. I’ve never felt that before.
And then we kissed, and holy shit , I can’t remember ever having a kiss like that. So desperate, so rabid. Practically feral.
And then Aidan dropped to his knees and went down on me.
My pussy is still throbbing at how good he was with his mouth. And all the filthy things he said to me…
Teasing me about how wet I was, telling me to say his name, ordering me to stand against the wall…
My clit pulses.
I had no idea Aidan would be like this. So filthy and so bossy.
And I’m so turned on that I need to suck his cock.
And that’s when I realize my headache is long gone. It disappeared the second he kissed me.
Nothing like a surprise hookup and a soul-shaking orgasm to make my body forget that it’s in caffeine withdrawal.
Aidan looks at me. His throat works as he swallows. The corner of his mouth quirks up, amusement flashing in his eyes.
“You wanna suck my cock?” he rasps.
I nod.
“Then get on your knees, Micah.”
I bite back a smile. I really, really like Bossy Aidan.
I drop to my knees and reach up to unzip his pants. He pushes them down a bit, and I catch sight of the impressive bulge at the front of his gray boxer briefs.
I bite my lip. When I yank down his boxer briefs and pull out his dick, my mouth waters.
“Wow,” I murmur, gripping the base of his thick cock.
He groans. I look at up at him, relishing the bulge at the side of his jaw and the way his chest rises and falls with the breath that he takes. I’m just holding his dick and already he looks like he can barely hold it together.
A wave of satisfaction flashes through me. I smile up at him and pump him once in my hand. His eyebrows crash together as he grunts.
I grip him harder and pump again. His head falls back against the wall.
“Micah…” he rasps.
“You want my mouth on your cock?”
Head still back, he nods. A giddy feeling whooshes through me. Now it’s my turn to be in control, to make him beg for my mouth.
“Say it.”
He looks down at me, his eyes cloudy with arousal. “I need your mouth on my cock, Micah. Please.”
Something flickers low in my belly at the pleading in Aidan’s voice, at hearing just how much he wants me to make him feel good. I think back to just a few minutes ago when he did the same to me.
We don’t even like each other, and here we are, on our knees, begging for each other.
This is so messed up…but I like it. I like it a lot.
My clit aches with need. I’m still so wet.
I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. Above me, he mutters a curse. For a minute, I keep at it, licking and swirling the head until his breaths have turned desperate and broken.
“Fuck, Micah…that mouth…you’re incredible.”
I smile as I pull back. I glance up and watch him as he tugs a hand through his chestnut waves. So worked up. So turned on.
I take him into my mouth, gliding my tongue along the underside of his rock-hard dick. He makes a choking sound and swears.
“Holy shit,” he mutters. I smile around his dick.
I glide up and down his cock while I pump the base of him with my hand.
“Baby…”
My stomach flips at hearing him call me that. I’m surprised at how much I like it. There’s so much affection, so much sweetness in his tone.
“Baby, you’re dangerous with that mouth.”
My eyelids flutter. Wow. Aidan is all about praise when he’s turned on. God, that’s sweet. And such a turn-on.
With my free hand, I push his shirt up so I can get a view of his body.
HOT DAMN.
Aidan is ripped . I clock an actual six-pack. His chest is chiseled too. God.
He flashed a smug smile. “Enjoying the view?”
I hum and relax my mouth, taking him deeper. A low grunt rips from his throat. His thighs tense. I work him faster in my mouth and hand. After a few seconds, he threads his fingers through my hair, pulling gently. I moan at the burn against my scalp.
“I’m gonna come,” he groans.
I moan. A dozen seconds later, he unloads into my mouth with a muffled growl. I relax my throat and take it all.
When he finishes, I release him and fall back onto my heels. I touch my fingers to my lips as I glance up at him. His hands are in his hair and his chest is heaving. He looks down at me and blinks.
For a moment, we stay like that, quietly staring at each other as we catch our breath.
When I stand up, I get a better look his expression. That drunk-aroused look is gone, and he’s looking at me like he’s freaked out.
Like he made a mistake.
Like he made a mistake by hooking up with me.
My stomach falls to my feet.
“I should get back to my office,” he mutters.
I blink at him, stunned. Is that really all he has to say after what we did?
I open my mouth to say something, but he takes a step back. His gaze falls to the floor and his shoulders hunch as he straightens his clothing. He clearly doesn’t want to talk to me. He just wants to get dressed and get away. From me.
I quickly pull my panties back up and straighten my skirt, embarrassed.
I clear my throat. “Yeah. I should leave too.”
He looks at me and opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, but he stops himself. He starts for the door, but then turns around.
“You should wait a minute after I leave before heading out.” He frowns. “I don’t want people to think we were messing around in here.”
Aidan’s words are like a punch to the gut. But I command my face muscles to stay neutral. I nod. “Okay.”
He slips out. I wait for a minute, and then I leave too. I head back to my workspace, in a daze, feeling so foolish and so stupid as I struggle to focus on my work the rest of the day.
As hurt as I am at Aidan’s reaction, I can’t bring myself to regret what we did. It was really, really hot. And exactly what I needed.
But that doesn’t matter. Because clearly it meant nothing to him.
His words from minutes ago echo in my mind.
I don’t want people to think we were messing around in here.
That gut-punch feeling is back.
Message received, loud and clear. Aidan wants to forget what we did. He wants to move on and pretend like nothing happened.
Fine. I’ll go back to acting like the heartless auditor he thinks I am. He’s not going to like it, but I don’t care. It’s what he said he wanted.