~Aiden

I pressed my lips to hers and she melted into my embrace. I kissed her, hungrily and she kissed back, eagerly. I let my hands roam around her body as her fingers tangled into my hair. I moved from her mouth to her jaw and she tilted her head back for me to get better access and I kissed her neck, making a moan escape from her lips.

A low, enthusiastic growl emanated from deep within me, vibrating me. I know she felt it, too. I kissed a trail down to her low neckline, making her gasp and pant and moan. The sounds that came from her only encouraged me and spurred me on.

“Aiden—”

I take that opportunity to slip my tongue back into her mouth. To claim her and take my time with it.
Not like the frantic kisses. Just a private room and a full night ahead of us.

Exactly what I need— what we need.

Our kisses were languid. No teeth clash, neither of us fumbling. And everything felt right.

“You’re wearing too many clothes, my love,” she suddenly said, pulling back to rest her forehead against mine before reaching down to the waistline of my pants to pluck at the shirt tucked in there.

I kissed her again, on her neck and her chest and she reached out and undid the buttons on my suit coat and pushed it off my shoulders. It fell to the ground with a soft thud.

“Aiden, get the dress off” she panted, leaning closer to me to give me access to work on her zip.

I gave her a small grin, liking the way she looked with her lips all puffy and wet. Her cheeks all pink. Her hair was all mussed from my hands in it. I zipped down the dress and she somehow managed to shimmy out of it while still seated on the table.

“Aiden, bed, now.”

Receiving orders has never been this hot.

I didn't hesitate to pick her up and take her there.

“Is this okay?” I asked the moment her back touched the mattress, wanting to be certain I wasn't doing something she didn't want.

“Yes,” she hissed out almost desperately.

As I pushed my hands up her torso, the little camisole she wore bunched. It was like unwrapping a present, revealing silky skin followed by a simple nude bra with a lace overlay. Plum and full tits that were round and firm above the line of the cup that cuts across them.

Oh God!

I peeled the shirt over her head and dropped a hand to flick the clasp on her bra, pulling it away and tossing it on the floor beside us. I took a step back to appreciate her.

Breanna frowned when she noticed my absence on top of her and propped her hands behind her on the bed. She gazed at me with wide brown eyes, a little intoxicated looking—but not on alcohol. Her dusky pink nipples were erected and pointed right at me.

“You're so beautiful, Brie.”

My eyes raced over her form, illuminated only by the warm light of the small lamp beside the bed.

“Fucking perfect.”

The blush on her cheeks spread down her neck and onto her chest. I was glad being naked in front of me didn’t make her uncomfortable.

“Thank you.”

Her voice was a bit wobbly, but she got it out all the same, looking fiery, chest heaving under the weight of her slightly labored breathing. I smirked at her and she rolled her eyes, her lips tipping up. With a deep chuckle, I dropped to my knees in front of her and tugged at her underwear.

“You want me to keep going?”

She scoffed playfully.

“How many times does a woman need to proposition you before you know she wants you to keep going, Aiden? Like, do you really need to ask and hear me keep saying it out loud every time?”

My eyes dropped, and my hands shaped her waist, sliding up to the base of her breasts. I breathed deeply around the heavy thud of the blow she'd just unknowingly delivered.

I didn't want to mess things up with her. I'd never forgive myself if I did.

So hearing her say she wanted me made me feel at ease. Plus it was the sexiest thing in the world.

I lifted my chin and gazed into her bright brown eyes.

“Yes, Breanna. I really need to hear you say it out loud.”

Her lips popped open, and realization flashed in her eyes as she sat up straighter, hands reaching for me. When her fingers curved behind my ears and her palms rasped against my stubble, my eyes fluttered shut. Touching her feels incredible. But being touched?

Fuck.

I didn’t realize how badly I was missing this till she reminded me. Breanna's nails raked against my scalp, and this time she bent down to kiss me, so gently, so carefully. Until she bit down on my bottom lip, squeezed my head in her hands, and said, “Aiden Elias Corleone, if you stop and ask me if I want this one more time, you are going to be very, very sorry.”

I laughed hard and pulled back to look her in the eye with a little skip in my heart.

“Then I promise, I won’t stop. Not even if you beg me to.”

The apples of her cheeks went round as she smirked back at me.

“Good.”

And then she’s kissing me again, ratcheting up the urgency. Her hands grip my neck, while mine work over her breasts. They’re soft and firm all at once.

How on earth...

I shake the fascination away and instead, I just enjoy the little mewling noises she made each time I brushed my thumbs over her nipples. When I pinched them, I pushed my tongue into her mouth and enjoyed the way her hips rocked in my direction, like she just couldn't get enough.

It’s empowering. It’s like a fucking drug seeing how badly she wanted me. And I broke the kiss only because I was not done playing with the rest of her body.

“I can't wait to have you all to myself next weekend,” I said, sliding my mouth down her throat, pressing kisses to the little indent at the base of it, and working my way along her collarbone.

A lick to her slender shoulder sent a shiver through her entire body, and I smiled to myself because her reactions were always just so damn satisfying.

“Oh me neither.”

Her head tipped back, which made her large breasts press out in my direction like some sort of special offering. It feels like everything was dialed up a zillion notches. Every reaction was stronger somehow. Every feeling magnified. I couldn’t explain it and maybe I don’t need to. Maybe the lesson here was that I just needed to relax and let myself enjoy this.

Because I fully intended to enjoy Breanna Nolan.

My mouth latched onto one nipple, and she cried out instantly.

“Ah! Don’t stop doing that, Aiden.”

I sucked harder and her body writhed. My opposite hand thumbed at the other nipple in a steady rhythm and my cock surged painfully against my pants.

“I’m a fucking goner for you, Breanna. Watching you squirm? Listening to you moan my name? What am I supposed to do now?” I trailed my tongue across her sternum before latching onto the opposite breast, strumming at her wet nipple.

“Fuck me. You’re supposed to fuck me, Aiden.”

Her words were breathless, edged in desperation, and I loved the sound, the vibration in her chest that I could feel against my lips. I dropped my hand and pressed it against the apex of her thighs. Even through her underwear, I felt the heat. I knew when I peeled all those layers back, she was going to be fucking soaked.

For me.

“Is that so?” I leaned back a little and pressed my thumb hard against her center. “Right here?”

“Yes.”

She threw her head back, her tits glistening with my saliva, fingers fisted in the sheets. I rubbed firm circles on her underwear, chuckling darkly at the way her hips gyrated against the pressure.

“Aiden,” her lips parted on my name, her tongue darting out to wet them. “God.”

“He’s not here right now, my love. It’s just me. And I’m done playing nicely. I’m ready to take.”

I pulled one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before clamping down gently. Her corresponding whimper was light and airy, just like her consuming laugh. I wrapped her loose hair around my fist, pulled her close, and whispered against her ear.

“I’m going to take this skin-tight underwear off of you and enjoy a taste of what I already know to be a perfect little cunt.”

A tremor racked her body, but I kept going.

“Make you come in my mouth. And before you've even recovered from that, I’ll shove my cock into you, make you scream my name loud enough they’ll hear you over the loud music and one town over.”

Breanna’s eyes flared in surprise and she nodded.

“Is that what you want, my love? Let me hear you say it.”

Challenge blazed in her eyes, her chin jutting out stubbornly.

“Take it then, Aiden. Taste me. Fuck me. Fuck me so hard I’ll forget my own name. I’ve never wanted anything more than this. And I’m yours tonight and always.”

My chest rumbled in satisfaction, and my hands worked at taking her underwear off.

“Good girl.”

“Aiden,” she breathed out so quietly I almost missed it.

I yanked at her underwear and she eagerly lifted her hips. I peeled her underwear off, dusting kisses down her thighs, feeling gooseflesh pop up under my lips where I dragged my stubble across her tender skin. When I get her underwear past her knees, they catch on to her heels.

“These fucking shoes,” she grumbled. “Get them off Aiden.”

I moved back and grabbed them at the heel to remove them but then I stopped.

“What?” she asked.

“I like them on you.”

“So they stay on?” She asked with that little signature arch thing with her eyebrow.

I fucking loved when she did that.

“I’ll like them a whole lot better when I get them off so I can see you naked and spread out for me.”

She grinned.

“Hurry then.”

I tossed one stiletto behind me and reached for the other as I shook my head.

“What are you doing to me, Breanna?”

“What are you doing to me?” She asked just as the last one came off.

“Wow, I love how lace looks on you,” I grumble, staring at her nude lace full-cut booty shorts.

Perfect curves. My cock twitched and she nibbled at her lip.

“So you keep saying.”

I smiled and spread her thighs wider, palms still propped behind her on the mattress.

“Lie back, my love. I want you to relax.”

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to relax with you between my legs, Aiden,” she said.

But she also flopped onto her back. My opposite hand gripped her ankle, where I pressed a kiss to the protruding bone.

Even her fucking ankles are pretty.

“Aiden...”

“Shushh...”

I propped that foot on the edge of the bed and pushed her leg open. She let out a long relieved breath.

“You still want me to fuck you, Breanna?”

“God, yes.”

Her hands roamed her tits, plucking at her nipples.

“Beg for it then.”

I pressed my thumb to her clit and watched her head pop up over the hills of her breasts.

“What?” her eyes went wide.

I smirked.

“Beg, Breanna.”

My thumb trailed down, and I pressed into her just slightly, seeing her legs tremble as the lace rasped over her soft, wet pussy lips. Her head flopped back down and her fingers twisted on her nipples.

“Please take me, Aiden.”

Her back arches, and I dragged a finger along the lace that skimmed the edge of her pussy while continuing to press my thumb in, soaking the fabric.
Legs spreading even further, her body shuddered.

“Aiden, please. I need it. I need you.”

I throbbed painfully against my pants at the way she emphasized the word 'you'.

“I need you so badly, Aiden. Please. Please fuck me.”

I leaned down between her legs, taking a gentle bite of her flesh through the fabric, drawing a whimper from her lips.

“And whose name are you going to scream when you come?”

“Yours.”

I internally beat my chest when her response came out quicker than lightning. I smiled, slipped on a condom, and sank into her.

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~Brie

I slipped back into the party and made a beeline to the bar.

“One tall glass of iced mojito please” I smiled at the bartender.

He nodded and delivered my drink shortly. I took one long sip and let out a satisfied sigh. As to how I could still walk around in heels after my workout with Aiden? Only God could tell.

“Breanna!”

I turned and caught Megan's slightly distraught look.

“Hey. You okay there?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Yeah.”

Then she peered closely at me.

“Are you fine? You seem a bit flushed.”

I smiled.

“I'm fine. I might have had a little too much to drink.”

She nodded.

“Well, I think we deserve more than one glass of bubbly Brie. We've earned it.”

“That I agree.”

She glanced around the hall.

“Who are you looking for?”

I rubbed her wrist.

“Cynthia told me Mr. Martin wasn't looking too good so I wanted to check in with him.”

My lips quirked into a tiny smile.

“You're playing assistant to him even at a party?”.

She shrugged.

“It might be the weekend but it's still a work event so.”

I nodded.

“Plus he's my boss and he being okay secures my job.”

“Very true” I nodded.

My eyes roamed the crowd, trying to catch sight of Aiden but instead, I spotted Mr. Martin.

“Oh, there he is” I nudged Megan.

She followed my gaze and gasped.

“What is he doing?”

I cocked my head.

“If I'm right, then I think he's trying to make out with the floral arrangements.”

Megan groaned and I chuckled.

“I've gotta go.”

“Wait, and what are you going to do?” I called out to her.

She paused.

“Get him away from there before he creates a scene and call him a cab or something to get him home... I don't know.”

I smiled sadly at her.

“Okay. But hey, Roman's Thanksgiving bake sale is tomorrow and your presence is mandatory.”

Megan smiled.

“Lulu and I won't miss it for the world.”

I smiled back.

“Good. Now go take care of your favorite boss.”

She chuckled and waved at me. Trying to peel a grown man bigger than her in every way away from the floral arrangements wasn't as painful to at look as when she managed to do it and he decided to leave all his weight on her.

But we were both pulled out of our misery when Julio gave her a hand and a voice called out to me, forcing me to look away.

“Mr. Herve” I smiled. “Hi.”

He slipped his hands into his pockets.

“I haven't seen you all night.”

I paused.

“I thought the night was only just beginning.”

He smiled.

“True. But I saw you for just a split second at this exact bar and then you just... disappeared.”

I stilled my racing heart and instead sipped my drink.

“Disappeared is a strong word, Mr. Herve. And I've been around.”

He shrugged.

“Well if you're not busy now, I'd like to discuss something with you.”

I arched a brow.

“Discuss? Or scold?”

He chuckled and shook his head.

“You're beyond scolding Ms. Nolan. We both know that.”

I hummed behind my glass.

“Well, can't it wait? It is a party after all.”

“It's quite urgent I'm afraid.”

“Okay. But even so, where exactly are we going to discuss this urgent matter?”

He brought a hand out and fiddled with his cufflinks.

“Somewhere private.”

Huh?

I chuckled.

“It's a party, Mr. Herve. There are no private places around” I said easily.

He turned and pointed down the corridor outside the hall.

“There's a little office right down that corridor. I'm sure the owner wouldn't mind us occupying it for five minutes.”

What's happening?

“If it wasn't important Ms. Nolan, you know I wouldn't ask.”

True.

I sighed and nodded.

“Okay. Five minutes.”

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I followed Herve into the office which was brightly lit with every electronic office gadget already set up. He walked behind the desk and sank into the seat.

“Wow. You're really making yourself feel at home in someone's office.”

He smiled.

“I do have permission to be in here Ms. Nolan... if that's what you're wondering.”

I shrugged and hummed nonchalantly.

“Okay. What's this about?”

He gave me a little smile and gestured to one of the leather swivel chairs in front of the desk.

“Please, sit.”

“You said five minutes right? So it's fine. I can stand.”

“Five minutes is a long time, Ms. Nolan. So please, do sit.”

I gave him a little look.

“I insist.”

“Okay,” I nodded and settled down into a chair. “You didn't answer my question about what this whole projected screen is about.”

“Right,” he nodded, tapping away on the laptop in front of him. “It's about the pictures I requested.”

“Uh-oh. And I thought you weren't going to scold me.”

He smiled.

“It's my last day here, Ms. Nolan. Why would I choose to scold you?”

“Because you do nothing but scold me.”

“Well forgive me Ms. Nolan but I only scold you when it's necessary.”

“Right, right” I chuckled, sipping my drink. “So if you're not going to scold me about the pictures I took, then why am I here?”

“I just wanted your input on the pictures.”

“My input?”

He nodded.

“Well, I can't possibly pick some and leave the others. I photographed them all. And if they weren't good, I wouldn't have.”

“I agree Ms. Nolan. And I'm not going to say one picture was better than the other either. They all... lived up to my expectations... some more than others to be honest.”

My lips curled into a smile behind my glass before I lowered it.

“Is that praise I'm hearing from Miles Herve?” I gasped dramatically.

He laughed and shook his head.

“Don't let it get to your head but the pictures were amazing... totally surprising.”

I grinned.

“Somebody pinch me.”

He smiled.

“But I narrowed them down to a few specials and I need you to help me pick a couple of your favorites. I've already picked mine but I could use another good eye.”

I smiled.

High praise from Miles Herve? This has got to be too good to be true.

“Shall we start?”

I nodded.

“Yeah let's do it. I'm excited.”

“I bet” he chuckled. “A picture is worth a thousand words so I'm gonna need your most honest opinion.”

I nodded again.

“Alright.”

“Ready?”

I flashed him a thumbs-up.

“Hit me.”

He began projecting the pictures. The first image popped up and I titled my head.

“No.”

He swiped across the screen to the next picture.

“No.”

He moved on to the next and I shook my head.

“No.”

Miles Herve chuckled.

“Well at this rate we're not going to get anywhere.”

I smiled.

“Well, you did ask for my honest opinion, Mr. Herve. And so I'm giving it.”

He nodded.

“Right, right. Let's proceed.”

I hummed.

“The next one is my favorite,” he said. “And I'm sure it's going to leave you dumbfounded.”

I chuckled and brought my drink up to my mouth.

“I highly doubt it” I smiled, pressing my lips against the glass.

My eyes fell to the drink in my glass as I took a sip just as Herve flipped to the next picture. The drink instantly flowed out of my mouth back into the glass as my eyes fell on the picture being projected.

No.

For close to a minute, I didn't move. I wasn't breathing, I wasn't thinking. My entire body seemed to have shut down.

It was when Herve spoke up that my breath came out in a whoosh and my numbness was replaced by absolute terror.

“Ahh see? I told you you'd be dumbfounded.”

My eyes immediately flicked from the picture to his face.

“Shall I proceed?”

He didn't wait for my answer before switching to the next picture.

No. No. No. No. No!

Herve breezed through the pictures without a single word. And I sat in sheer terror as they passed. My mouth had turned bitter and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears.

Miles Herve turned to me and gave me a little smile.

“Wait, don't freak out yet. There's one video that completely sums it all up.”

He switched the screen from the gallery to the videos and began to play one particular video.

“Aiden what are you doing? Get back in bed!”

Cold sweat immediately broke out against my skin and I felt the room spin.

Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

He knew.

“C'mon my love, just one kiss.”

My breath hitched at the back of my throat and I dug my nails into my thigh.

He knew. He knew everything. The secret was out. And I was the one who stupidly handed it over to him.

Dammit Breanna!

How did I forget to go through the pictures to make sure they were all right for publishing? How could I be so careless?

Aiden's laugh from the video didn't send warmth through me this time. Mixed with Miles Herve's icy stare, it pricked at my skin and I knew we were doomed.

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