Chapter Thirteen
Aiden
Violet forked up more pasta and shook her head again. “It doesn’t matter, Aiden.”
“It matters if they’re petty and emotional enough to waste time hazing another employee when they should be focused on their jobs.”
“Marisela egged them on,” she said, grudgingly. “It’s been fine since she’s been gone.”
“You’ll tell me if that changes,” I said.
“It doesn’t matter,” she repeated.
“Because you’re not staying?” I prompted. Violet lifted her eyes to mine and for a moment I imagined they looked a little bruised. Just a shade hesitant.
A second later the periwinkle turned cool, and she said, “Exactly.”
“And did you find what you’re looking for?”
Her impenetrable eyes locked on mine, she shook her head.
“Are you still looking?” I held my breath as if everything hinged on Violet’s answer.
Her lips pressed tightly together, she shook her head again. Her expression, her posture, everything about her was controlled, but her voice was thin and lost when she said, “I don’t think there’s anything to find. This was all a mistake.”
“All of it?” I pressed. I wouldn’t let her dismiss me so easily. Coming to work for the company under false pretenses had definitely been a mistake. But the rest, what was between us, that was something entirely different.
Violet dropped her eyes and turned her attention to her dinner. For someone who’d taken a job under a fake name with a secret agenda, she seemed to have an aversion to lying.
Interesting.
Everything about Violet was interesting.
I let it go. I had a plan and pushing Violet too hard about her reasons for being here was not part of it.
She finished her linguine and pushed the container away, rising up enough to sit on the couch, her wine glass in her hand. It didn’t escape my attention that she’d chosen a spot as far from me as she could get.
Violet was determined to resist me.
I was equally determined to convince her not to.
Finished with my own meal, I traded the empty container for a smaller one. I opened it to reveal a single, oversized cannoli, not missing the flash of interest in Violet’s eyes as she took in the dessert.
“You only ordered one?” I asked.
“It was noted on the menu that it was your favorite,” she explained.
“And you didn’t want one? You don’t like dessert?” I saw the way she looked at the cannoli. Violet liked dessert.
“I do,” she admitted. “I just don’t usually eat it.”
“Why not?”
“I also like fitting into my clothes.”
“Take a bite,” I offered, holding up the cannoli. The couch was deep and long. Sitting on opposite sides, she was too far away. I moved, closing the distance between us.
The scent of flaky pastry and creamy, sweet filling reached her nose and her lips parted. I’d been dreaming about those lips.
I ran the end of the pastry along her lip. Her eyes on mine, the periwinkle darkened to a dusky lavender. She stared at me, unblinking, and took a slow bite.
As the sugar exploded on her tongue, her eyelids drooped, her gold lashes fanned out against her cheeks. A tiny noise, almost a moan, escaped her and my cock, already half hard from watching her mouth, turned to stone.
Fucking fuck. Feeding this woman dessert would rate as one of the most erotic experiences of my life. Until I managed to feed her dessert naked. I almost moaned myself at the thought.
Mesmerized by the bliss on her face, her closed eyes, the smear of sweet ricotta on her lower lip, I nudged her mouth with the cannoli, suddenly desperate for her to take another bite.
Her eyelids fluttered as she did, this moan a little lower and louder. I’d planned to wait, to seduce her with wine and words before I touched her, but I was coming undone. I set the cannoli back in the container and pulled her wine glass from her fingers.
Taking her face in my hands, I drew her forward, licking that full lower lip, tasting sugar and Violet. She swallowed and her lips parted to speak. The barest sound escaped before I closed my mouth over hers.
Violet let out a whimper. I braced for her to pull away.
Her hands went to my shoulders, then slid up, her fingers diving into my hair, closing and pulling me closer. Despite its size and relative privacy, I’d never had a woman on my office couch.
I kept my life compartmentalized. Family was for home, work was for the office, and my personal life had little to do with either. Since the moment Violet had entered my life, everything had been upside down. I didn’t fucking care.
I’d been thinking about this all week. Having Violet alone again, laying her back, seeing her platinum and gold hair and creamy skin against the black leather as I touched her and tasted her. I eased her down, covering her body with mine completely, in a way I hadn’t been able to in the limo.
My office couch was almost as wide and deep as a twin bed. I hadn’t bought it with sex in mind, instead thinking of long nights in the office when I might need a quick nap. My forethought was paying off.
I settled over her, kissing her, deep, wet, lush kisses punctuated by sweet moans.
Violet’s hands were fisted in my hair, her legs spread to make room for me between them, her dull navy skirt hiked up almost to her waist. The heat of her core rocked into my hard cock, only a few layers of wool and cotton and lace between us.
I thought about getting all that fabric out of the way and just sinking inside her, filling her with me and fucking her hard, making her come on my cock over and over.
I let out a groan at the thought and kissed her harder.
I wasn’t fucking her on the couch in my office.
That was not the plan, no matter how good it would feel.
No matter how badly I wanted it. Resisting the urge to slide my hand between her legs and rip away her underwear as I had in the limo, I slowly, deliberately, unbuttoned her blazer, then her white cotton blouse.
Beneath the crisp fabric, my fingers found warm silky skin and soft lace.
I pulled my mouth from hers for just a moment. Long enough to appreciate the sight of her full breasts restrained by delicate white lace, her pink nipples hard and straining against the almost sheer fabric.
Lowering my head, I closed my lips over the tip of one breast, cupping her in my hand, squeezing and plumping her flesh, feeding her to me, sucking hard on her nipple through the lace. The sound of her moan, her breath catching in her chest pushed me to the edge.
Fingers fumbling with desire, I pulled the cups of her bra down, filling my hands with her breasts, pressing them together, my mouth moving from one nipple to the other, feasting on her.
The scent of sweet peas wreathed her damp skin, going straight to my head and I almost forgot why I had her here. I was lost in her lush body, and her moans, and the rock of her hips against me. She wanted more and she was too overwhelmed to know how to ask.
Reluctant, I pulled my mouth away and slid down the couch, turning her so she half reclined in the corner, her upper body supported by the cushions, her legs splayed wide.
Dropping to my knees, I reached up to hook my fingers in her white lace panties. I was going to have to take her lingerie shopping because this pair had to go. It was in my way. The fragile lace didn’t put up much resistance as I tore the side and pushed it down the other leg.
Finally.
Fucking finally, I had what I wanted.
Violet’s sweet, wet pussy only inches from my mouth. At the sound of tearing fabric, Violet’s head cleared enough for her to realize where she was, and where I was.
As I’d guessed she would, as soon as she understood what I was about to do, her body went stiff.
Her hands went to my head, ready to push me away.
I didn’t give her the chance. I’d tease her later.
I didn’t have time now. Her clit was swollen, peeking out from beneath its hood, begging for my attention.
I closed my lips around it and sucked.
She tasted of salt and woman. At the hard pull of my mouth, she half-shrieked, half-moaned, the stiffness draining from her body. Her fingers sank into my hair, not pushing me away, not pulling me deeper, just holding on. Anchoring herself as the unexpected pleasure pulled her under.
I feasted on her, as I had at her breasts, but more. I wanted her taste on my tongue forever. I sucked and kissed and licked. I drove my tongue into the heart of her, scalded by her heat, filling her with one finger, then two.
I fucked her with my hand and my mouth, sucking her clit hard and deep until she went stiff again, every muscle pulled tight as I drove her to the peak and pushed her over.
Once wasn’t enough. She shuddered through her orgasm, her body shaking with fine trembles as she whispered my name in halting sounds and tried to pull herself back together. I rested my cheek on her thigh and watched.
The jerking rise and fall of her ribs, the way her rough breaths shook her round breasts. The goosebumps that rose on her skin, the flex of her gently rounded stomach, the ease that took her as the orgasm faded.
She was just coming back around when my wet fingers stroked down her pussy in a light, teasing touch. If she hadn’t been so aroused, so sensitive, she would have barely felt it. As it was, she shivered and whispered, “Aiden, what are you—you can’t—”
“Shhh,” I said, my face so close the rush of air blew across her clit, and she shivered again.
“I haven’t—for you and—I can’t again. I’ve never—”
“You can,” I promised. “And you’re going to.”
I lifted my head from her thigh, catching her eyes with mine. Disbelief and arousal and a hint of greedy desire swirled in her twilight gaze. I stroked my fingers lightly down her pussy again and she strained into them.
I couldn’t tear my eyes from hers as I dipped my fingers inside until they were slick and slid them up to circle her clit. She gasped and rocked up into the teasing pressure.
“How? How can you—?” she begged, her breath ragged.