~ Aaron ~
She kissed me back, just as fiercely, just as intensely. It was one of the many reasons I couldn’t figure her out, why this woman intrigued me so much.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling-hard. I broke the kiss for just a second to look at her, really look at her.
Her green eyes burned with that maddening mix of anger and desire, sharper now than it had ever been before.
I slid my hand down her back, gripping the back of her thighs and lifting her up. Her legs wrapped around my waist instinctively, like she belonged there.
“Tell me, kitten, is this what you want?” I asked, my voice low. I wasn’t the monster she thought I was-not entirely. I wasn’t going to force anything on her. Whatever she thought of me, I was more than that.
Her head tilted slightly, green eyes dragging slowly over my face before settling on my lips.
“Backing out now, Thompson?” she shot back, and I gritted my teeth. This-this right here-was why Joan and I were always butting heads.
I didn’t reply, didn’t give her the satisfaction of a response. Instead, I turned and headed for my room. If we were doing this, we’d do it somewhere we wouldn’t risk being seen.
I kicked the door open and tossed her onto the bed. She bounced slightly, her red hair spilling out in every direction as she sat up with a scowl.
I paused for a moment, taking her in-wild hair, fire in her eyes, defiance radiating from every inch of her. I stored that image in my mind, because something told me Joan wouldn’t agree to what I was about to propose.
Leaning casually against the wall, I took a deep breath, willing myself to focus, even as my dick throbbed impatiently. He’d have to wait. This would be worth it.
“Are you just going to stand there, or are you actually going to do something?” she snapped, her arms crossing over her chest. The movement pushed her breasts up, drawing my gaze before I could stop it. If she noticed, she didn’t let on.
I smirked and pushed off the wall, taking a slow step toward her. “Strip for me, kitten.” My voice came out rough, thick with desire.
Her brow arched, and she held my gaze with that same stubborn fire.
“Spoiler alert, Thompson: I’m not a stripper. And even if I were, you’d be the last person I’d perform for.”
The corner of my mouth twitched as I stalked toward her, slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey. And she was my prey-every inch of her.
Her eyes widened, just a flicker of hesitation, before she tipped her chin up defiantly.
“You either fuck me, or I leave,” she bit out as I stopped in front of her. My gaze fell to the delicate line of her throat, her lips, the way her chest rose and fell.
Slowly, I raised a hand and traced a path from her chin, down her neck, stopping just above the swell of her breasts.
“I could make you wait,” I murmured, my voice low. “But you’d break first. You’ll strip for me, kitten. Maybe not today, but you will.”
Her lips parted slightly, something unreadable flickering in her eyes before she snapped her mouth shut.
I wrapped a hand around her throat, firm but careful, not enough to hurt but enough to make my point.
“Now, turn around. Get on all fours. You’re going to take everything I give you, and the only sound I want from you is a moan.” My voice dropped lower, harder. “Do anything else, and you’ll regret it.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, challenging me, but she obeyed. Slowly, she turned, lowering herself onto her hands and knees.
Her shorts clung to her hips, doing nothing to hide the perfect curve of her ass. My breath caught for a second as I reached down and tugged them off, along with her panties.
She was glistening, ready for me. Fuck.
“You like this, don’t you?” I asked, circling her entrance with my finger, teasing her. “You like being ordered around, being dominated. What else, kitten? What else do you want?”
I slid a finger inside her, and she arched back against me. The sound she made was pure sin.
“Do you like being spanked?” I asked, pulling my finger out and smacking her ass lightly. She jerked, her wetness glistening even more.
That was my answer.
“Just fuck me already,” she growled through gritted teeth.
I spanked her harder this time, and she whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily.
“What did I say about talking?” I muttered, my voice sharp. She mumbled something under her breath, but I didn’t let her finish.
I toyed with her, bringing her to the edge and pulling back, until she was trembling, her slickness coating my hand. By the time I grabbed a condom and freed myself from my pants, I was just as wrecked as she was.
I teased her for a moment longer, rubbing myself against her clit, and then I drove into her in one hard thrust. Her walls clenched around me like a vise, and I groaned, gripping her hips as I set a punishing rhythm.
She muffled her screams in the blanket, but I could feel every tremor, every ripple as I drove her closer to the edge. Her hair was a mess, and I gathered it in my fist, tugging as I fucked her harder, deeper.
When she came, her body clenched and shuddered around me, and I let go, following her over the edge.
I pulled out, discarding the condom and pulling on my briefs as I watched her collapse onto the bed. She was quiet now, the anger in her eyes replaced by something softer.
She looked beautiful like this-wrecked, vulnerable. Joan always looked beautiful.
We stared at each other for a long moment, the silence thick between us. There was no going back after this. Not this time.
“I have a deal for you,” I said finally, breaking the silence.
Her brow lifted, but she said nothing.
“It’s obvious we’re not done with each other yet,” I started, choosing my words carefully. “What if we keep this going? No strings, no attachments. Rhoda doesn’t have to know. When we’re done, we walk away. Clean break.”
Her gaze was unreadable, her lips pressed into a thin line. The silence stretched on long enough to make me uncomfortable.
Finally, she spoke.
“Yes.”