✿ Aileen's POV

Waking up with Reidʼs big, strong body wrapped around mine is the best feeling in the world.

Iʼm tempted to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming or lost in another vivid fantasy but it isn’t necessary because the slight ache between my legs confirms that I truly lost my virginity to him.

And then some.

When I roll over to check if heʼs still sleeping, I realize that we might have overdone it a little with the last round of sex after waking up from the nap that followed my nightmare only a few hours ago.

An involuntary groan slips past my lips, and Reid’s eyes pop open. Concern shines from the emerald green depths as he immediately cups my cheek.

“Are you okay, angel? Did you have another nightmare? Can you breathe okay?”

I nod and close the space between us to kiss him.

“Iʼm okay, Armani.”

Relief swims in his eyes and he nods.

“Okay. Do you need anything?”

I shake my head.

“Well, would you like me to run you a hot bath?”

I chuckle.

“I can do that by myself, Armani. You donʼt have to—”

Just allow someone to baby you for once in your life, Aileen, my conscience cuts through my speech. And letʼs be honest here, after last night, better him than anybody else.

I blink.

Yeah, I should.

I smile at Reid again and nod.

“Yes, please. That sounds amazing.”

He smiles.

“Okay then. Just wait here until I come to get you” He claims my mouth in a passionate kiss before sliding off the mattress to stride into the en suite bathroom.

About five minutes later, he returns and scoops me off the bed to carry me all the way to the tub that is now filled with hot water.

“Oh, wow,” I sigh. “This... feels amazing.”

“Looks fucking fantastic too from where Iʼm standing.”

I go to smile up at him, but my gaze snags on his hard length as I extend an arm.

“I bet it would feel even better if you joined me.”

“Sorry, angel” He bends low and gives me a quick kiss. “But your pussy needs a little break before I fuck your brains out again.”

I know heʼs right, but I still grumble, “Hopefully not too long of one. I’m already hooked.”

“You better be” He flashes me a cocky smirk. “I promise to make it up to you tonight, even if that means I eat your pussy and make you come over and over again until you can’t take anymore.”

“I love that plan,” I murmur, shivering at the sensual promise in his tone.

He kisses the top of my head before turning on his heel to pad over to the shower, and I stare at his perfect butt until the glass door fogs over. Then I close my eyes and lean my head against the towel he’s left on the edge of the tub for me to use as a pillow. I must have dozed off because the next time my lids drift open, the water has cooled, and Reid is standing next to the tub, dressed in a pair of athletic shorts and a T-shirt.

“Time to get out before you turn into a prune,” he teases, grabbing a fluffy white towel from the bar to hold it out for me.

After Iʼm dried off—and turned on again, something that happens anytime Reid touches me... or even looks at me—Iʼm surprised to find a change of clothes waiting for me on the bed.

“Where did these come from?”

“I personally picked them out for you and had them brought over here.”

“Really?” My gaze darts toward the walk-in closet. “When?”

“Thatʼs not important” he kisses my hair and gives my ass cheek a little spank.

“Hey!” I laugh.

“Now stop trying to seduce me and get dressed. Weʼre on the clock.”

“Where are we going?”

He smiles my way.

“I believe I owe you an ice cream date.”

I gasp.

“Freezy Queen?”

“Yeah,” he laughs at my excitement.

I squeal and throw my arms around him. Then I pull away and give him a loud kiss.

“Oh wow... I should take you out on ice cream dates more often.”

I giggle and turn to the clothes laid out on the bed.

“Okay, which one should I wear?” I ask. “Pink?”

Reid makes a sound at the back of his throat and I canʼt help but bite my lower lip.

“Oh God, donʼt do that” he groans, dropping back into the couch.

I free my lip and laugh.

“Thank you so much for taking me to Freezy Queen, Armani.”

“Youʼre most welcome. But I havenʼt even told you my condition.”

I should have known it was a little too good to be true.

I make a face.

“Thereʼs a condition?”

“Yep” he pops the 'p'

“I thought youʼre doing this to make me feel better.”

“Oh but of course I am. Donʼt ever doubt that, Lee” he says and stands up.

I make a face and fold my arms. Reid crosses over to me and kisses me.

“Relax, itʼs only one... tiny condition.”

I roll my eyes.

“Which is?”

His lips curl into a smirk.

“I get to eat mine off your body.”

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✿ Reid's POV

An hour into Irene Paigeʼs dinner party the next weekend, my angel has everyone under her spell.

Her curls were down around her shoulders and the skirt on her dark blue dress had a little swing to it. Forget that I absolutely loved her in pink. This woman looked good in everything.

Plus she instantly charms Irene and her husband Sam.

Now we sit at the dinner table, chatting and telling stories. I can’t stop gazing at her. And it isn’t because I have my eye on the prize...

The prize being gettin’ it on later.

I just like the way she looks. The way she sounds. The way she smells. The way she smiles.

Everything about Aileen Teresa Wilmore.

“I have to admit, Reid, I was surprised when I heard you’d gotten engaged,” Sam says. “I didn’t think it would ever happen. You either Rudolph” he smiles at their other guest and his wife.

I sling my arm over the back of Lee’s chair.

“Yeah, but can you blame me?”

Aileen laughs softly.

“I think you did it right,” Irene says. “Both of you. And Rudolph, I donʼt doubt that your Vegas wedding was marvelous. Wish I had that.”

Rudolph smiles at his wife and Sam turns to Irene.

“I thought you wanted the big wedding?”

“I did, and don’t get me wrong: It was beautiful. But wouldn’t it have been nice to skip all the family drama?”

“That would have been nice,” Sam chuckles.

Irene smiles at Lee.

“Which do you think youʼd prefer? A small wedding or a big wedding Aileen?”

“Oh um...” she chuckles, “I think a small wedding.”

Iʼm about to ask why but Irene beats me to it.

“Whyʼs that?”

Aileen clears her throat.

“Well, I feel like a small wedding seems so pure,” she says. “There’s a simplicity to it. You can focus on what matters” She smiles my way.

God sheʼs beautiful.

“And I guess it would be nice not to have to worry about dress fittings or table assignments or whether there would be more people sitting on the groom’s side than the bride’s and the whole thing would look horribly lopsided.”

Everyone laughs and I smile and twirl one of her curls around my finger.

I can’t help myself.

“Well we both have big families so I doubt thatʼll ever happen,” I say.

“Yeah well but who knows?” she shrugs a little.

“But hey if it ever gets overwhelming, we could always just elope” I grin.

Aileen laughs as the rest chuckle.

“Your mother would kill us” She shakes her head.

“But things we do for love, right?” Rudolph kisses his wifeʼs cheek.

Aileen and I smile at each other.

Dinner goes on till itʼs time for dessert. And apparently, Irene has something special planned for her guests.

“Youʼre going to love it” Irene promises as she leads the way with everyone following behind. “The desert is going to taste even better on the rooftop restaurant. Thirty-two stories high! You can see almost all of Idaho from there,” she claps her hands daintily in delight.

She presses the button to the elevator and I look over at Aileen in a panic.

“Hey, we donʼt have to go. Iʼll make an excuse. But I donʼt think we will be able to climb thirty-two flights of stairs and have a plausible reason for it. Unless we tell everyone weʼre going to have a quickie in the bathroom.”

When Aileen looks at me and doesnʼt smile or even react to my joke, I know thereʼs trouble.

“Hey, donʼt worry. We donʼt have to—”

The elevator dings and the doors open. But before I can continue what Iʼm saying, Aileen nods.

“Cʼmon, let’s go.”

She walks determinately into the elevator first, pushing past everyone and making a dash for the corner.

What the hell?!

“What the hell do you think youʼre doing?” I ask, following close behind, my voice incredulous. “You canʼt be in elevators! No, let’s get out.”

Aileenʼs eyes shift over to Irene and the rest of the crew who have entered the elevator at this time and are standing in front of us.

Then she shakes her head, “I can do this.”

The doors close and the elevator starts moving with a slight jerk. Immediately, she grabs my hand in a deathly grasp, the color fading from her cheeks.

Oh shit!

“Aileen...” I whisper as I note the fear in her eyes before she shuts them tight.

My protective instincts rise fiercely.

How did she just do this to me?

I would give anything at this moment to keep her from struggling.

So I put my free arm around her neck and pull her into me... and she comes willingly like a little rag doll. Her head falls into the crook of my neck and I can hear her agitated breathing up against my ear. Her heart thuds hard against her chest, her arm clutches me around the waist, and her fingers dig into my side.

Aileen grabs at my tie for something to hold onto with her other hand, and I almost gag at the chokehold. Keeping my one hand around her neck and shoulders, I used my other hand to disentangle her fingers from my tie and place it flat against my heart, covering it with my own.

“Feel my heart, Lee” I whisper in her ear. “Breathe with it— in and out, in and out.” I ran a soothing hand up and down her arm against my chest while holding her flush against me in a strong and comforting embrace. “Iʼve got you. Always” I say huskily into her hair.

And I meant it too. As long as she was in my life, I would do everything in my power to keep her safe.

I feel her breathing slow, her heart beating in rhythm with mine, and the deathly clutch of her arm around my waist, giving a little.

Then the elevator dings to a stop at the thirty-second floor, and Irene chooses that moment to turn around.

“Alright, everyone! This is it. Letʼs go!”

They file out, barely glancing our way. And somehow Iʼm thankful. I slowly lead a slightly shaky Aileen out of the elevator and she sucks in a deep breath.

“Are you okay?”

She looks up at me and nods, tears in her eyes.

“I didnʼt... you didnʼt let me go” she chokes on a small sob.

“Hey, I told you... Iʼve got you. Always—”

She grabs my collar and yanks me down to her and kisses me before I can comprehend whatʼs happening. My arms immediately come around her waist and Iʼm more than willing to rip her clothes off and take her right there but I donʼt.

Aileen eases back and smiles just in time before our moment is interrupted.

“Everything okay?” Irene asks, making us turn.

Iʼm about to speak but Aileen beats me to it.

“Yes. Everythingʼs perfect” she grins, making me chuckle.

Irene nods with a smile.

“Then cʼmon. Dessert isnʼt going to have itself.”

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✿ Aileen's POV

I got in an elevator.
I didn't have an episode.
All because Reid Daltonʼs got me.
And heʼs never going to let me go.

Thank fuck!

Because the moment the driver closes the back door to the car, I’m all over him. With the partition up, I feel bold.
Reckless. A little bit power-drunk on the idea of Reid keeping me from falling apart.

It’s hot.
He’s hot.
And itʼs a serious thing but the whole damn situation is hot. 

I lift my dress and slide onto Reid’s lap. His hands find my hips, grinding my lower half against his zipper. He steals my gasp with his lips. Kissing him feels like a high I don’t want to come down from. Like the world seems brighter with him in it, and I want to chase this feeling until the end of time. Our tongues collide, stroking, testing, pushing.

“This isn’t safe,” he mumbles between kisses. 

I grab his seat belt and buckle him in, which earns me a laugh.

“There you go. Safe.”

He pulls me tighter against him.

“I wasn’t complaining about me.”

“Shhh. You’re overthinking things” I trace the line of his zipper, feeling him stiffen under my touch.

His grip on my hips tightens. Reid undoes the seat belt with a grumble before making quick work of his belt and trousers. I thought Reid in the bedroom this past week was sexy, but him sitting with his pants halfway down his thighs, and rigid cock on display in the back seat of a car is devastating.

Because beneath those expensive Armani suits is a man who looks like this.

For me.

My knees hit the floor and Reid’s gaze follows me as I trace the thick vein down his shaft. His breathing grows heavier as I replace my hand with my tongue. I’m tentative at first, tasting the slightest hint of his arousal mixed with some kind of addictive soap.

I cup his balls with my free hand and give them a gentle squeeze, making his hips surge forward. Arousal coats my tongue and I lave at it, switching between deep sucks and long strokes of my tongue. Reid’s hands dig into my hair, his desperation growing as my tempo changes. I’m addicted to the man Reid has become with me since the wine cellar.

Like heʼs afraid to lose me.

When weʼre alone and the walls come down, he’s voracious. Greedy. As selfish during sex as he is in a boardroom. It shouldn’t turn me on this much, but I’m a lost cause to our desire when it comes to him.

Reid is quickly becoming my drug of choice. His heavy breathing. Our battle for control. The way he groans my name like it’s a blessing and a curse.

His entire body shudders as I give him one last pull with my mouth. He lets out a hiss of air when I release him with a pop and crawl back onto his lap. I watch him blink up at the ceiling with a hazy gaze.

“This is highly inappropriate for a car, Aileen.”

“We haven’t even gotten to the best part.”

The smallest smile graces his lips.

“Are you going to show me or tell me?”

“Show, Armani. Always show” I trail some kisses from his lips to his neck.

His hands slide up my dress, disappearing beneath the layers of fabric.

“You’re so stunning that it hurts to stare at you for so long. But I can’t help it.”

He leans in and kisses the spot on my neck that steals my breath away. My entire body warms from his confession. Maybe because I know Reid Dalton’s never been the kind of man who offers meaningless compliments or flowery words. Everything he says has meaning.

And he called me stunning.

My eyes get itchy from the emotions swirling in my chest. Reid makes the thoughts vanish as he tugs my underwear down my thighs. Everything with him feels heightened, from the drag of his calloused fingers across my skin to his warm breath eliciting goosebumps.

I rise onto my knees, giving him room to pull my underwear down my legs. He throws them on the seat while pulling down the cup of my corset, releasing my breast. His lips latch on, and I throw my head back at the sensation. The way his tongue teases me drives me wild.  He groans as I slide my exposed center across his hard naked shaft.

My entire body pulses with need, and warmth fills my belly at the velvet feel of him against me. I slide back and forth once more, eliciting another moan from Reid. He calls out my name, but it’s nothing more than a hoarse whisper under his strained breath.

I turned a rich god into a beggar.

A surge of power spirals through me, pushing me to the brink of insanity. I tease his tip and earn a sucked breath. His fingers clench onto my hips with enough strength to bruise. Our eyes connect. The darkness blazing in his gaze feeds the warmth spreading across my lower half, turning a spark into a fire.

“The death of me” He lifts me enough to slide his hand between us.

My entire face flames. His hand dips inside of me, removing all my control from the situation. My body clenches around his single digit, and I jump when he adds another. His free hand wraps around my hair and tugs, leaving my neck exposed to his lips and my body arched for the taking.

“I can not believe this” His deep chuckle sends another zing of energy down my spine. “You, Aileen Teresa Wilmore, really are nothing but a fraud. A temptress who hides behind sweet smiles and cake while hiding this monster within you.”

His rough voice does something devious to my lower half. He drags his tongue from my neck to my nipple before grazing his teeth across the sensitive skin.  A shiver spreads across my body, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

“But I see you, angel” His touch is punishing.

Like he dances across the fine line between anger and lust. It’s addictive to know I drive him wild enough to lose all semblance of control over himself. No one knows what kind of animal prowls beneath his skin but me, and I find the secret rather intoxicating. My body trembles as I become consumed by lust.  He sucks on my neck, leaving behind bruised skin in his wake. His tongue traces the curve, and I cry out.

“And I want you.”

Two fingers turn into three, diving deep while his lips possess every inch of exposed skin. The pressure in my body grows until it becomes unbearable. I scratch at his shirt, unable to impale his skin with my marks.

“You drive me crazy, Lee” he mumbles against the goosebumps on my neck. He withdraws his fingers before slamming them inside me again. “Wild.”

I gasp.

“Out of control.”

Another punishing assault of his fingers.

“Reckless enough to fuck you in the back seat with my driver only three feet away, separated by a plastic divider that isn’t made to block out your cries.” 

The desperate need to come floods me. I swivel my hips and ride his fingers, chasing the wildfire building at the base of my spine. 

“I think you like the idea of other people hearing me fuck you until your voice is hoarse.”

He withdraws his hand and I mourn the loss, and the buzz in my body turns into nothing but a dull hum.

“Maybe I like them hearing me fuck you.”

He grins in a way that makes him look ten years younger. I touch his smile to confirm I’m not imagining things. He grabs his wallet and pulls out a condom. The crinkle of a foil wrapper balances out our heavy breathing. His jerky movements rattle my limp body, making me putty in his hands.

He lifts me up, revealing his sheathed cock. One hand holds on to me while he uses the other to trace my slit. The move is gentle and reverent before he slams me down onto his cock. I gasp at the sudden sense of fullness. My entire body freezes from the burn, and I drop my head back. Reid softly kisses my neck in an unspoken apology. His thumb finds my clit, making my tense body relax.

“Show me how badly you want it” He smacks my ass once before pulling back.

He rubs his bottom lip, tracing that hint of a smile.

That bastard. He’s going to make me work for it.

I use his shoulders as a support while I rise, taking my skirt along with me. He looks down at our joined bodies where his dick is still halfway inside of me. His eyes don’t stray as he licks his lips and stares.  I push back down, making him shudder as my body clamps around his cock.

“I might be a fraud, but you’re obsessed with the things I make you do” I rise to slam down again, building a rhythm that matches our heavy breaths. “I see you too Reid Benjamin Dalton” I swivel my hips which makes his eyes roll back into his head.

My lips find his neck and nip at the skin. He’s my dark storm cloud in the middle of a drought—an underappreciated beauty that makes me feel equally alive as the sun or the stars.  His fingers tremble against my hips as he releases another groan.

“I think you hate how much you want me. Because to care about me means you have to admit to having a heart”
I place a soft kiss against his lips. “So keep telling yourself those pretty little lies. Your secret is safe with me.”

I ride him, earning every single moan from his lips. I’m obsessed with teasing him. Each time I rise, I withdraw right to his tip, making him suck in a breath before I slam back down. Reid’s eyes go completely dark as his hands holding on to my hips squeeze harder.

Then something inside of him snaps and he takes control. His arms strain beneath the fabric of his shirt as he lifts me before pulling me back down again. The breath gets knocked out of me with each punishing stroke. Pleasure crawls up my spine. My skin burns with each graze of his skin against mine. Like someone holds a flame to my skin with each caress.

Reid’s movements become sloppier as control slips from his grasp. Black spots fill my vision before stars burst, sparking to life behind my shut eyes. My body shakes as pleasure rushes through me. Reid’s entire body trembles as he comes. I don’t stop moving my hips until we’re both breathless and boneless.

My head drops against his shoulder, and exhaustion eats away at the remaining adrenaline in my system. Reid runs his hand up and down my spine. My eyes shut as I try to regulate my breathing and heart rate. The lull of his hand has me drifting into unconsciousness despite his softening cock still inside of me.

I must be half delusional from my orgasm because Reid whispers something to himself that I must’ve dreamed up in my head.

“Iʼd trust nobody else with my heart.”

My spine tingles and it has nothing to do with his hand running down my back. I donʼt say anything... too afraid to ruin the moment. So I just enjoy his warm embrace, without a single doubt that weʼre meant for each other.

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