He laughed. “I am, too. So, if we both have onion breath, it’s not a big turn-off.” He winked, and she didn’t know if it was for show just in case somebody was around, or if it was real. It couldn’t be real.
This was fake. It was all a lie.
They were sipping their wine and nibbling on breadsticks when someone cleared their throat from the edge of the table. Madison looked up, pulling her gaze away from Aaron, and blinked. How the hell was this happening?
“Madison.”
“Guy? What are you doing here?” she asked, knowing she sounded rude, but this was a little ridiculous.
“I’m here to meet some clients for a drink. I saw you sitting over here, looking lovely, and I had to see you and say hello. After all, your mother wouldn’t want me to stay away.”
“Guy,” Aaron growled, this time a true snarl. Madison hadn’t heard that tone from him before. And she didn’t know why she liked it so much.
It sent shivers down her spine, but she focused on Guy, trying not to lose her mind that he was here. But wasn’t this what they wanted? He would report back to her mom, and Mother would know that she and Aaron were together.
Why did this feel tainted, then? Like Guy had ruined everything.
“As you can see, we’re busy,” Madison said, trying to keep her voice sweet. She didn’t know what else to say. “Please give my mother my best,” she said pointedly. Guy raised a brow.
“I’m sure I’ll be seeing you soon.” Guy winked and walked away, leaving her feeling disturbed.
“I hate him,” Aaron growled.
“I’m not a big fan right now either. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you dare apologize. We are about to eat some delicious red onions and the rest of the meal. Enjoy yourself.” He leaned forward and smacked a kiss on her lips, and she groaned, unable to hold it back.
He grinned, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“I like that sound.”
She swallowed hard.
“Oh?”
“Yeah. I’m enjoying tonight, Madison. Just you and me. Is that okay?”
“You and me.”
It wasn’t just them. This was a lie, just like everything else. But she could pretend. She could just be. When she kissed Aaron again, ignoring the salads that had been placed in front of them, she could only lean her head against him and pretend.
Because as much as she wanted this to be real, it wasn’t. It couldn’t be. However, she always had her dreams.
Even if the taste of him was still on her lips.
Chapter 9
Aaron stood in Madison’s living room, the scent of coffee filling the air, and anticipation sliding through both of them. At least through him. Though he wanted to imagine that it was for her, as well.
Why was he here? Why hadn’t he just dropped her off, called it a night, and walked away?
It didn’t matter, he hadn’t. And, honestly, he didn’t want to.
Madison walked out, two mugs of coffee in her hands, her heels off, and her dress clinging to her curves in the most sensual way possible. He had to swallow hard so he didn’t reach out, take those mugs from her, and ravish her on the floor.
Yes, ravish. Those were the words sliding through Aaron’s head right then.
Ravish, fuck, make love to, have sex with, plunder…every random connotation he could think of filled his mind. All he wanted to do was touch her. He needed her. Had to taste her.
Once again, he knew it was a mistake, but he didn’t care.
Madison handed over the cup of coffee, and he wrapped his hand around the mug, letting the heat seep into his skin. “Thank you.”
She smiled at him. He liked that smile, it seemed real if a bit nervous. He hated that they were doing this because of what her mother was doing to her, but he had to be honest with himself and say that he liked it regardless. Not the fact that Madison had been hurt, but the idea that they could spend time together. He knew it wasn’t smart to allow his cravings to turn into wants and needs, but he couldn’t hold back now.
Even though he knew he should.
He still had the taste of her on his lips from after dinner.
He could barely remember anything they’d eaten, even though he knew the food was delicious. All he could do was remember the taste of her, her feel, and her scent.
Maybe he was losing his mind. Perhaps he should walk away. But he wasn’t going to. Instead, he took a sip of his coffee, his gaze never leaving hers.
“Dinner was nice,” Madison said after a minute, most likely to fill the silence. He was glad that she’d spoken first because he didn’t know what to say.
So unlike him.
“It was great. Although I could have done without Guy being there.” He hadn’t meant to say that, but now that it was out there, he really regretted it. When Madison winced, he spoke up. “Sorry, let’s not bring him up. Ever.”
“No, let’s talk about him for a second. And then never bring him up again.” She winked as she said it, and he was glad for that.
“What do you want to say about him?”
Why did he sound so grumpy?
“I don’t know why he was there. It could be a coincidence. It is a nice place, and he did have a drink with someone. It looked to be work-related as he said. Or my mother could have someone on the payroll watching me, following me, and she sent Guy there to ruin our date.”
Aaron blinked a couple of times and shook his head. “You know, I would say you might be overreaching because it sounds like something I read in a book once. But the more I learn about your parents, the more I think that actually could happen.”
“Right? It’s a little worrying. However, either way, we both know that my mother will hear that we were out on a date. And that we were kissing and all that.” She said the last part quickly, and Aaron took another sip of his coffee, the warmth suffusing him before he set the cup down on the table next to him. Then he took hers, as well.
“I’m going to do something just to try it out. Will you let me?”
Curiosity filled her gaze, and he swallowed hard.
“I should say no. We should both say no.”
“But we’re not going to. Are we?”
“So, this is where I say no?” she asked. He stepped forward, her body right in front of his, the heat of her a caress on his skin. He cupped her face.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Of course, I do. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
Then he lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers.
She moaned, wrapping her arms around him, her hands moving up and down his back.
He smiled against her lips before arching her neck slightly, deepening the kiss. He needed her taste, needed her groans and moans.
He pushed his hands through her hair, tugging slightly on the pink and blond strands so they moved from her face, and he could angle her the way he wanted.
She sent a shocked gasp into his mouth as he tugged a little harder. He pulled away, panting, looking down at her face.
“Too much?” he asked, worried.
“No. I don’t know. What are we doing?” she asked, her voice breathy.
“Anything we want.”
“I thought this wasn’t supposed to be real. If we keep doing this with no one watching, then it’s real.”
A smile crept over Aaron’s face. “If we do this while people are watching, we might end up in jail,” he said with a laugh.
Her skin turned a pretty pink that matched her hair. He kissed her again.
“This is just us. You and me, like I said.”
“We’re fake engaged, but not fake anything else?” she asked.
“That works for me.” And then he stopped that line of conversation with a kiss, afraid that if they kept discussing it, they would talk themselves out of what they were doing.
The whole situation was too fraught with mistakes and potholes that could ruin everything. So, they wouldn’t talk about it.
He kept kissing her before letting his hands roam down her curves, over her hips. He squeezed them, and she arched towards him, his dick pressing into her stomach.
They both groaned, and then he pulled away, needing air.
“You trust me?” he asked again.
“I already said… Of course, I do.” She narrowed her eyes, a smile playing on her lips.
“What exactly have you been reading in those romance books of yours?”
He grinned then before throwing his head back and laughing.
“A lot of kinky shit that you’re probably not going to want on a first date,” he said, laughing some more.
“I’ve read the same books as you, thank you very much. Which book are we talking about?”
He named one that he knew they had both read, even though it wasn’t the most popular one.
Her eyes widened, and she smiled. “Well, I think some of that could be fun. But we remain friends, right? Because that’s what we need. Friends first. Always.”
He nodded solemnly before kissing her again. “Friends always,” he whispered before reaching down and sliding his hands under her dress to grab her ass. He lifted her into the air.
She squealed and wrapped her legs around his waist before he latched his mouth to hers again, kissing her while carrying her towards the back of the house.
“I take it your bedroom’s this way?”
“Yes, but we could have done it in the living room, too.”
“I think I’m going to need a little more space for what I have planned.”
“Oh,” she whispered.
And then they were in the bedroom, and he slowly let her down, her body pressing against his in a sensual rub as she kept kissing him.
His heart raced, and all he wanted to do was keep touching her, needing her. But he wanted to have some fun first. And he knew that she did, too. They could both use a little fun with what they were doing.
He slowly reached around, undid the tie on the neck of her dress, and unzipped the back. All the while, his gaze never left hers.
“You’re pretty good at that,” she breathed.
“I’m just learning from you,” he whispered, smiling.
“You’re not going to say that you’ve had lots of practice?” she said with a laugh.
In answer, he kissed her hard again, and then her dress hit the floor. She stood there in a lacy thong and bra that allowed him to see her nipples.
He groaned, took a staggering step back, and clutched his chest over his heart.
“You’re killing me here. You had that on for the entire night?”
She blushed all the way to those pretty nipples. “What? I wanted to feel pretty.”
“Just for yourself? Or for me?” he asked, not knowing if he really wanted the answer.
“I lied when I told myself that it was only for me.”
“Good answer.”
And then he was on her again, kissing and needing.
She helped him with his shirt, and then his belt and pants. Soon, he was standing there in his boxer briefs, running his hands up and down her body.
When he wasn’t sure he could handle anymore, she squeezed his dick over the cotton of his shorts. He groaned and led her to the bed.
He picked her up and placed her softly in the middle, grinning as she laughed at him, trailing her fingers over his skin.
She lay spread out before him, and he reached down to gently rub his thumb over her nipple that peeked through the lace.
“Beautiful,” he rasped.
“You keep touching me like that, and I’m not going to last long.”
He smiled. “I thought that was my line.” He lowered his head and gently sucked on her nipple through the lace of her bra. She arched into him, moaning, and he let his hand trail down her belly, the soft skin tantalizing underneath his palm before he cupped her.
“Aaron,” she whispered.
He slowly patted her core, using the lace’s friction before tugging the material to the side and gently probing her entrance.
“Already wet,” he whispered.
“Well, that’s all your fault.”
He winked before kissing her again.
“Good.” And then he inched his finger in slowly, curling it as she tightened around him.
She moaned again, and he went back to feasting on her nipples, tugging the lace down to gain better access to her sweet skin. He added a second finger, and then a third, working her hard as she arched, her hips practically coming off the mattress. When he moved, hard and fast, she finally came on him, her thighs clamping around his wrist. He grinned against her breasts before capturing her mouth and the shocked moan she let free.
He slowly removed his fingers, then met her gaze before licking her juices off, slowly, knowing the taste would haunt him until the end of his days.
So sweet, so fucking tempting.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” she said, blushing.
“I’m not done yet.”
He kissed her again, knowing that she could likely taste herself on his lips before he got up and winked. “Be right back.”
“You’re leaving me like this?” she asked.
“Yes, I am. But I promise I’ll be right back.”
He practically ran to the kitchen, his dick hard and caged within his boxer briefs. He was grateful for that. If he weren’t covered, he’d probably have hurt himself with how quickly he moved.
He got a bowl, filled it with ice, and found a linen napkin perfectly ironed in her drawer. He returned to the bedroom and held back a laugh as she sat up on the bed, narrowing her eyes at him.
“You got ice?” she asked, her voice a little sharp.
“You’ll see.”
He set the items down on the end of the bed and gently prowled towards her, kissing her hard and tugging on her hair.
“You said you trusted me.”
“And you left me after you gave me an orgasm. That’s not very nice.”
“I promise I’ll give you another.”
He kissed her again before moving her to her back.
He reached around for the linen napkin and raised a brow.
“You’re going to tie me up?”
“No, not today.”
He kissed her again and gently tied the napkin around her eyes.
Her breath caught, her lips parting, so he kissed her again, knowing that she couldn’t see him.
“Too tight?”
“No. I kind of like it.”
“Anything you don’t like, you tell me.”
“Promise.”
He undid her bra, her breasts falling into his palms. He licked and sucked them, loving the way she squirmed beneath him.
When he reached for the bowl, he pulled out an ice cube and let the cool droplets of water fall onto her breasts.
She gasped, and he grinned before tracing her nipple with the ice cube, loving the way she puckered. It made him impossibly hard. He blew cool air over her pebbled flesh before licking and sucking, bringing her buds to such hard points that he knew she was aching for him.
She squirmed, reached for him. He let her. He wasn’t going to restrain her, not really. That wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted her to touch him. Wanted her to lead the way. He just wanted to play. And he knew she did, as well.
When he tugged off her panties, she helped him by raising her butt. Immediately, he was between her legs, her pussy right in front of his face. But before he licked, he gently pressed an ice cube to her clit.
Her hips shot off the bed, and he moved back, laughing before he latched his mouth to her pussy, licking and sucking.
“Aaron!”
He kept licking, alternating between his mouth and the ice cube, to the point where he knew that she was going to come hard and fast.
But this was fun. As long as she was smiling and laughing with him, and probably groaning in frustration a bit, he’d continue to do this. Anything she wanted. That was why he was here, after all. Wasn�
��t it?
Because he would do anything for her.
He pushed those thoughts from his mind, afraid of the journey they’d take him on, and kept playing with her, alternating between the ice and the heat of his mouth.
When she came again, he lapped up her juices before leaning back and setting the bowl on the floor and tugging off his boxer briefs. He put his feet down and reached over to undo the napkin tied over her eyes.
She blinked up at him, her eyes dark with need, and licked her lips. Her gaze went straight to his dick, and he swore it twitched at the attention.
“Can you come closer?”
“If I do, I’m going to come in your mouth, and that’s not where I want to finish.”
She winked. “Just a little taste?”
“Well, how can I deny you?”
He put the condom that he had pulled out of his pants earlier on the pillow next to her head, and she gave it a nod before he kneeled in front of her face. She reached for him. The first touch of her soft hand on his dick almost made him come immediately, but he gritted his teeth and held back.
She pumped him a couple of times before she moved to her side and swallowed him whole.
He slid his hand through her hair, let his head fall back, and groaned.
“Dear God.”
She hummed on him, hollowing her mouth and throat so she could take him deeper, bobbing a bit, just enough to make him want to thrust. But he didn’t. He wanted her to be the one in control this time.
When his balls tightened, and he almost came, he pulled away, gasping, and reached for the condom.
“I need to be inside you.”
“Same. I need you.”
He retook her lips, then rolled the condom over his length before positioning them on the bed so he was on his back, and she hovered over him.
“Ride me.”
“Anything you want, Aaron. Although, I thought you were supposed to be the one taking control today.”
“We’re not in a book. It’s just you and me,” he said. “This is for you. You’re the one center stage. You get me?”
Some emotion crossed her face, and he was afraid that he had said the wrong thing. He didn’t know where the words had come from, but they were out there now, and there was no taking them back.
“I like that. And, yes, it’s just you and me.”
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