Chapter 26 Aidan #2
“Fuck,” she murmurs, squeezing her thighs together. The bright light of afternoon has given way to the warm glow of early evening, sending golden shapes across the wall. We’re alone, with no chance of being interrupted. I need her.
And I need her like this, from behind. Not because I don’t want to see her beautiful face, but because if I gaze into her eyes while I fuck her right now, I’ll say something I shouldn’t. Something that will scare her. Something I can’t take back.
“I’ve wanted to touch you all day, Cupcake,” I say roughly, grinding my stiff cock against her ass. “Needed you.”
“Me too,” she breathes, wriggling restlessly. She glances at me over her shoulder, biting her lip. “Can we…”
“That what you want?”
“Yes.” Her hand reaches behind her, fumbling until it finds my erection.
Heat engulfs me as she strokes me through my slacks.
I slide my hands up her stomach, over the pretty pink blouse I bought her, the one I’ve mentally unbuttoned a hundred times today, finding her nipples already hard. I tweak them, enjoying her quiver.
“Now?” I rumble. “Here?”
“I need it. Need you.”
Fuck. I can’t say no to that, can I? I know it’s incredibly unprofessional, fucking my assistant on a job site, but I’m too weak to stop, especially when she strokes me like that. Besides, I reason, as long as we don’t do anything at the office, it’s fine.
I slide my hand inside the front of her skirt, teasing the edge of her panties before slipping inside. She’s already soaked, and I release a rough groan, rutting against her ass.
“So wet for me, baby.” I reward her with a kiss under her ear. “Such a good girl.”
She whimpers as I circle her clit, feeling her tremble against me. “God, every time you say that…”
“You like it?” I rasp, fingers dipping inside her. “You like being good for me?”
“Yes, it’s all I want.”
Fuck.
I’d planned to make her come before fucking her, but I can’t wait. I unbutton my slacks with shaking hands, freeing my painfully stiff cock, then shove her skirt up, exposing her panty-clad ass. She’s in a lace thong, and I nudge her forward over the counter, forcing her ass higher.
“God, you’re perfection, Iris,” I rasp, falling to my knees and dragging my nose over her seam, inhaling her musky scent through the lace.
When I rise to my feet again, I smooth a hand over the soft curve of her ass, lifting it to spank her lightly.
I probably shouldn’t, not without asking, but it’s too tempting with her ass right there.
She whimpers, breathing out a desperate “Yes,” and I spank her again, harder this time. My handprint blooms pink on her white skin, and my dick surges.
Fuck. I need to be inside her. Now.
“Ready for me, baby?”
“Yes. Please, Aidan.”
I tut, squeezing her hip, and her breath shudders out.
“Please, Daddy.”
Jesus Christ. That shouldn’t turn me on so much.
“That’s my good girl,” I growl. Tugging her panties out the way, I thrust into the heat of her, letting out a low groan.
“Fuck,” she breathes, back arching. “Yes.”
I pause inside her, seated to the hilt, pressing my eyes closed to stem the rush of pleasure down my limbs. She’s so perfectly tight, so wet and ready for me.
But it’s not only that. It’s the way she was worried about my career—about me.
I’ve never had someone care like that before, and I never knew I needed it.
It makes me want to surrender to this—to her—without holding back.
I don’t know what’s happened to me, all I know is I can’t go back to the way things were before.
I can’t go back to empty days chasing partnership at the firm, working on projects that look impressive but feel hollow.
I can’t go back to life without Iris.
She moans as I thrust into her, reaching around to stroke her clit as I do. I want to show her how I feel, so I don’t have to say it. I want her to know I can be everything she needs, want her to realize she can’t live without me either.
Shit, I can’t believe what I’m thinking, but it’s true. It’s all I can think. I meant it when I said I was hers. I’m not kidding around and wouldn’t be here if I was. Not with the boss’s fucking daughter, of all people.
But she’s the one I want. The one I need.
“Harder,” she begs, fingers scrabbling over the counter.
I slow the roll of my hips, wrapping one arm around her waist to tug her upright. “You want it hard, baby?” I growl into her ear. “You need to ask properly.”
She turns, meeting my gaze. Her eyes are dark and glassy under heavy lids, cheeks flushed. She parts her lips to speak, and my gaze fastens on how pink and wet they are as she says, “Fuck me hard. Please, Daddy.”
Oh. Holy fuck.
My dick flexes inside her, and I let out a low growl, pushing her down onto the counter.
Any control I had evaporates as I grip her hips, plowing into her like an animal.
The way it feels when she calls me that…
I have no words. I let my hips speak, delivering one brutal thrust after another, as she whimpers and pants and chants the word yes over and over.
“Such a good girl,” I grate out. “So fucking good when you take my cock like this.”
She flutters around my shaft, bucking under me as her release draws closer. Heat tightens my balls, and I grit my teeth, trying to hold my orgasm at bay.
“You going to come, baby?”
“So close,” she rasps, knuckles white as she grips the edge of the counter, body jolting with each punishing thrust I deliver.
“Come for me, Iris.” I find her clit and stroke it roughly, knowing what will get her there. “Come on Daddy’s cock.”
She cries out, writhing against the counter as her orgasm overtakes her. I bury myself deep, finally letting my own release rip through me, moans echoing off the studio walls.
“Fuck,” Iris murmurs, bringing me back down to earth. “I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
I chuckle, looking around for something to clean up, and she reaches for her bag.
“I’ve got a tissue.”
“Here.” I take it from her, gently guiding her to bend over the counter again. She waits while I clean her up, dropping a kiss where my handprint fades on her ass, carefully tugging her skirt back into place.
She gives me a shy smile as she straightens and meets my gaze again. “That was… fun.”
I choke on a laugh. Is she kidding? It was a lot more than fun. But as I gaze at her, biting her lip as she looks at me awkwardly, I realize she feels vulnerable. She needs reassurance.
“Come here,” I murmur, pulling her into my arms. “It was more than fun. Do you know how hot it is when you let me take control like that?”
“I do,” she says, eyes glittering, “because it’s hot for me, too.”
I drop my forehead against hers, forcing myself to take a deep breath and not blurt out what I’m thinking. That she’s perfectly matched to me. That I can’t imagine fucking another woman ever again.
Instead, I kiss her tenderly, slowly, then take a deep breath and step back.
“I’d invite you back to my place,” I say carefully, “but I’ve got plans with my sister tonight.
” It’s not true, but I’m hanging on by a thread.
I can’t bring Iris home, not yet. Not until I’m certain she feels what I feel.
Certain she’s ready for what I want to give her.
Iris gives me a small smile. “That’s okay. It’s so sweet that you hang out with your sister.”
I almost blurt out that I want her to meet Sophie, that I think Soph would love her, but I catch myself.
Christ, I’m unhinged.
“I’ll drive you home, okay?” I offer, deciding I may as well pop into Sophie’s anyway, if I’m driving to Queens. I haven’t seen her since she didn’t get that show, and want to check in.
Iris nods. “If you don’t mind? Otherwise, I can take the subway…”
I give her a look. As if I’d fuck her roughly over the kitchen counter at a job site and then make her take the subway home. Though I suspect that’s the level of care she’s used to with guys she’s dated in the past, and my jaw tightens at the thought.
I take her home, find a place to park on the crowded street, and walk her to her door. Then I linger on her doorstep, kissing her deeply against the doorframe, wondering how creative we could get in that little loft bed of hers. Just as I’m about to suggest it, a door behind me opens.
“Iris? I thought that was… Oh. Oh.”
Iris’s cheeks color as a guy steps into the hall clutching a bottle of wine. Mid-thirties, cable-knit cardigan over a tee, and I get the sense he’s gay. At least, I hope he is, given the grin he flashes at Iris.
“Aidan, this is Eric, my neighbor.” She motions to him. “Eric, Aidan. My… uh…”
“Boyfriend,” I say without hesitating. Her brows pop up, and I mentally curse myself. What happened to taking things slow?
But when I see Iris’s lips curve in a delighted smile, happiness blossoms in my chest.
“I thought you were her boss?” Eric quips, lips twitching with mirth, and Iris socks him in the arm.
“For fuck’s sake,” she mutters, cheeks staining crimson. “Ignore him,” she tells me, but I narrow my eyes, despite myself.
“No need to worry about me,” Eric says, waving his hand. “I’m far more interested in you than her, if that helps.”
I choke out a laugh, unsure how to take that, but Iris glares at him.
“Did we have plans?” she asks pointedly, and he laughs.
“Yes.” He gives a good-natured eye roll, smiling. “Typical of you to forget.”
“Oh, shit.” Iris cringes, pressing a hand to her forehead, looking apologetic.
Eric shrugs, like he’s used to it. “I’ll go pour while you two finish up… whatever this is.” Then he squeezes past us into Iris’s apartment.
“Sorry,” she murmurs, looking up at me with what I can only read as a half smile, half grimace. It makes me chuckle as I circle my arms around her waist again.
“Don’t be sorry, Cupcake.” I press my mouth to hers, listening to Eric humming casually in Iris’s tiny kitchenette. “You’re going to talk about me as soon as I’m gone, aren’t you?”
She nods, grinning. “Definitely. Eric won’t let this go until I do.”
I sigh, wishing it were me in there instead of her neighbor, but this is for the best. It gives whatever this is between us time to grow. Time to figure out what, exactly, I’m going to do about our work situation.
I kiss Iris goodnight, wave goodbye to Eric, then head to my car, not feeling quite as at ease as I did a moment ago.
Because Eric’s right, isn’t he? I’m not only her boyfriend, I’m her boss, too.
And that makes this so much more complicated.