We entered the living room, and there stood Aaron, already dressed in his grey jeans, trousers, and white polo that hugged his body well and gave room to the imagination. My heart skipped at the sight of him, and shivers ran down my spine when he smiled at me before looking away.
I couldn’t believe I was trapped under sheets with this man a while ago. The reaction my body gave didn’t seem like one that had received an orgasm twice in the last hour from him. It still needed much attention, and from the look Aaron gave me, he knew as well.
I swallowed.
“Daddy!” Zion called out, yanking his hand from mine and racing over to his father. Aaron dropped to his knees and lifted his son into his arms before rising. A bright smile stayed on his face as he played with his son, who giggled at having his stomach played with.
This was a perfect picture, and I wish I could freeze the moment and stay here forever. A happy father and son, and a mother whose heart was slowly beating for both of them.
“I will take my leave now, Mr Hart,” Steffan said, bringing my attention to his presence.
Aaron’s attention shifted, but the smile remained. “Alright, thank you, Mr Milo.”
Steffan nodded at me before departing, and we were left alone. Aaron rubbed Zion’s back while his eyes inspected my face and hair in silence. I knew where he would go next.
“Your hair looks better, and your face, too.” He commended me, his eyes staying longer on my lips than my hair.
My cheeks heated, and I rolled my eyes. “No thanks to you.”
“I tried. You didn’t give me a chance.”
“I need to get home.” I headed for the exit door, expecting him to bring Zion along.
He did, and soon, I was standing beside my car. I opened the door of the car, and he set Zion inside and then turned to me. “Got something urgent back home?”
“Maybe?” I tried walking away to the driver’s seat, but he caught me by the arm and pulled me back to him, and my body lit up at the contact.
His face came incredibly close to mine, and the warm breath leaving his nostrils fanned over my face.
“Do you?” he asked again.
“And if I do?”
“It’s not nice when you answer a question with another question,” he scolded, his voice showing his disapproval.
My chin lifted to stare into his eyes, flaring with a hint of red, and mine had a challenging look. “Or else what?”
He leaned in and whispered into my ears, “I’d bend you over the hood of your car and spank the shit out of you.”
My legs grew weak at the impact of his words, causing me to lean against him harder. The image his words created made me reconsider toning down my response. I wanted to be at his mercy, being punished. A long moan tore through my throat, and I pressed myself against him.
“What’s stopping you?”
“Our son is in the car, and that would make us horrible parents,” he replied in a reasonable tone.
Just then, my mind returned to the innocent little one waiting in the car.
What’s it with me forgetting I am a mother whenever I am with this man?
He might not want to be a terrible parent, but I was headed in that direction because of him.
“Fuck!” I cussed and tried pulling away, but he wouldn’t let go.
“Let go!” I snapped at him, struggling to free myself from his hold and not understanding why he would not.
“Why?”
“My son is in the car.”
“Our son,” he corrected, “and stop rubbing yourself against me. You’re only making it hard to let go.” He groaned out with a voice filled with pleasure and desire.
I stilled myself and took a deep breath. He released a hand and moved it to stroke the side of my face. “You look so hot when you’re worked out.”
I didn’t want his words to have any effect on me, but I couldn’t stop it. He was my weakness, and he knew it, too.
“Thank you for taking the bold step today. I mean it. But I want to see you again,” he said.
I stared at him, not knowing where he was headed with his words, and so I remained quiet.
“I would like for us to meet up.” I saw his struggle to form the words he needed to say, which made my heart flutter in my chest.
I stayed quiet.
“Say something?” he pleaded, his desperation paramount.
When I came here over an hour ago, I had one thing in mind: sex. A date wasn’t part of that, but things had changed, and now he was asking me out formally. “You want to ask me out on a formal date?” I asked with a raised brow.
His cheeks warmed up, and he pressed his lips together. An embarrassed Aaron wasn’t the Aaron I was used to seeing often, and now I couldn’t get enough of this side of him.
“You don’t seem to have your words thought through. It seems you have asked no one out on a date before, Mr Hart.” I spoke as if I wasn’t at his throat a moment ago.
His brow arched. “Would it be bad if I said I haven’t?”
This knowledge gave me a sense of pride, and I couldn’t help the smile that charged through my face. “So, I’m your first.”
He rolled his eyes and pressed his lips together. “Yes, you’re my first, so will you?”
It wasn’t hard to believe; he was a god among men and didn’t need a date to get the woman he wanted in bed. His position and wealth made it all the easier, but he broke that to take me out.
I grinned, “Sure.”
His blinding smile came forth. “Great, then.” He leaned in and pecked my lips one last time before finally letting go. “I will send you the details of the location and time.”
“I will be waiting.” I sang, got into the car, and drove off.