by Box Set
“Name it,” Aaron said, kissing her back hard. “Anything you want. Anything you need.”
Katie snaked her tongue out and licked Aaron’s lower lip. “How about that round two?”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Aaron slid his arms down to her ass, lifted Katie up and threw her legs roughly around his waist.
“Bedroom?” He barely managed to spit out the query between kisses.
Katie thumbed over her shoulder and started unbuttoning his shirt, her hands diving under the collar to burn hot trails over his skin that had him growling in her ear.
Rupert, on the bed when they entered the room, sensed danger and leapt up, skittering out the door just before Aaron slammed it shut.
“He gonna hold that against me?” he muttered to Katie.
“I don’t care if he does.”
He dragged one juicy earlobe between his teeth and sucked hard.
“Holy shit Aaron.” She gasped and dug her nails into his chest, swung her legs down to standing and then pulled at his suit jacket, trying to push it down his shoulders.
“Wait.” Aaron cupped his hands over hers and stilled them. “Before things get really crazy, how are we doing this?”
“What do you mean?” Katie stared at him blankly.
“Well when round two was first discussed, days ago, there were certain, um, accessories that we kind of decided to forgo…are we still doing that or?” He raised an eyebrow suggestively.
“Oh! Condoms!”
“Right.”
“No. I mean. Nothing’s changed for me. Other than a bout with the flu, I’m clean.” She bit her lip and gazed at him through heavy eyelids. “You?”
“The only thing I’ve been with is my hand and memories of you.”
Katie’s brow furrowed. “Aw, that’s kind of sweet.”
“Yeah well. I’ve discovered I’m addicted to you.” Cupping the back of her head with one hand he took her mouth, plundering the sweet depths with his tongue until they were both breathless and reeling.
“So, just making sure, that was a definite no on the condom?”
“Yes,” she said, scraping her nails over his crotch, she found the zipper and dragged it down. “I mean no. I just…” Katie’s cool fingers dipped inside his fly and closed around Aaron’s bare cock.
“Fuck.” The curse stuttered from his lips as he hardened painfully in her grip.
“I want to feel you,” she whispered against his lips. “Just you.”
His arousal was ramping up way too fast, and Aaron tried to pump the brakes. Breathing deeply his gaze flitted over the room, looking for something, anything, that might take the edge off a bit. Stuffed animals maybe? Family photos? Anything would do, he wasn’t picky…wait…what was she wearing?
“Why is your shirt ripped?”
Her head flew up and Katie’s cheeks flushed prettily. God he loved it when she did that.
“My warrior goddess moment. I kind of did this myself. I was making a tank top.”
Okay this was good, this was good. They could talk for a minute, style choices and wardrobe alterations, whatever, that should be enough for him to get his dick under control.
“Why?” he asked, gently easy his aching flesh from her fist.
She blushed again. Dammit, that wasn’t helping the cause–
“I was thinking about you,” she whispered. “And that night at Lux. It’s too weird to explain–”
“No, tell me.” Aaron swallowed hard. “I want to know.”
“This?” she said, pinching the shirt in her fingers. “I was just trying on a sexier me. I felt so sexy that night.” Her chest rose higher and faster as she spoke. “I wasn’t thinking about how I looked or my scars. I wasn’t self conscious at all I just felt…well I felt hot okay? And totally–”
“Fuckable.” Aaron lifted one hand and cupped her breast through the tattered shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. He stroked his thumb over her and watched in awe as she responded immediately, the nipple poking eagerly through the thin fabric.
“You are so fucking sexy, beauty.”
“You didn’t mind sharing me?” She asked coyly.
“What? The almost gang bang? You were happy, I was happy.”
She pinned him in her gaze and raised her eyebrows.
Aaron huffed. “I didn’t mind sharing you the exact amount that was necessary to get you off. I don’t think I could ever share any more than that though.”
“That’s okay,” she said, as he cupped her other breast. “I wouldn’t want you to.”
“What else did you like?” he asked roughly. “Tell me.”
“I liked being naked,” she whispered. “When you weren’t.”
Aaron bent low and traced his tongue over her collarbone as he pinched both nipples and rolled them between his fingertips. She cried out and grabbed fistfuls of his jacket for support. “What else?” He demanded.
“I liked when you showed me off,” she said. Her cheeks were very red now, and her eyebrows were darting up her forehead as her arousal grew. “I liked….” she frowned, then grabbed his neck and dragged his ear down to her lips. “I liked when you spread me bare for everyone to see, and then you fucked me while they watched. And you…and you…”
Aaron thrust both hands up under her shirt and kneaded her breasts. “Tell me,” he said. “What did I do?”
“You were totally in control of them.” She swallowed hard and Aaron felt the movement of her throat against his cheek. “You were totally in control of me.”
“And how did that make you feel?”
Sliding one hand over her belly, he found the waistband of her leggings and slipped his hand inside, lower, until he found her heat, wet and slippery and eager for him. He smiled against her hair, knowing the answer but still wanting to hear her say it out loud.
“I loved it.” Her words were rushed and fervent, her body was melting in his arms. “I want more.”
He pulled away, took one step back and shrugged off his suit jacket.
“Aaron?” she said tentatively, wondering if she’d done something wrong.
But the look in his eye when he lifted his head was deadly, and Katie felt a shock of lust shoot straight to her core.
“Take off the top,” he said, as he rolled up his shirtsleeves to the elbow.
Biting her lip, she picked up the hem of her shirt, dragged it over her head and tossed the pink scrap of cloth on the floor.
Aaron’s jaw worked silently and his nostrils flared as his gazed raked over her breasts.
“Goddamn,” he muttered, his tone reverent.
Closing the distance between them he pulled her into his arms, folding her into the tall, hard, warm tower of his body. Katie sighed with pleasure and Aaron wove his fingers through her hair, drawing her lips up to his for a deep kiss.
“God.” She sighed. “Why is this so sexy?”
He chuckled, a low throaty sound that sent goose bumps up her arms.
“You don’t know why you like it?”
“Do you?” she countered. “You’ve given me a couple of different answers, and all of them–”
“Are completely true. But mostly,” he said, hooking his fingers under her waistband. “I like that when I’m wearing clothes, and you’re not, you seem even more naked.”
She gasped and looked up at him.
“I’m a big fan of you being as naked as possible, beauty.”
“Yeah well, I think I’m a big fan of you being naked too. No more games for now.” She snapped her fingers at him. “Come on. Now I want a show.”
Aaron grinned and pushed her back against the bed. Katie gasped in mock offense but when she saw what he was doing, she shut her mouth, sat primly and just watched.
“Probably should get out of this wet shirt huh?” he said, winking at her. Most of his buttons were already unfastened earlier by Katie’s eager hands, but he popped the few that remained then pulled the shirt off slowly and let it puddle to the floor behind him.
Aaron
reached for his belt and Katie clapped her hands, bouncing up and down on the edge of the bed while Aaron’s eyes grew wide and his hands stilled.
“Do that again,” he said. “Slowly.”
His eyes were glued to her chest.
She followed his gaze and realized what a picture she was. Naked from the waist up, tits bouncing and hair flying.
Hell why not? She bounced again, and pressed her arms together to give the girls a little extra lift.
“Jesus Christ.” Aaron’s half unfastened pants were forgotten as he fell to his knees in front of her and mauled her breasts. Taking one tender tip into his hot mouth, he laved his tongue over the bud, nipping with his teeth and sucking just to the edge of pain.
Katie thrust her hands into his hair and held on for dear life, as Aaron moved from breast to breast, fingers and tongue working in tandem to drive her crazy.
“You’re right,” he said. “No more games. I can’t wait any longer.”
Picking her up by the waist, he threw her on the bed, manhandling her small frame with ease. It was thrilling.
She was on all fours in front of him, twisting to watch as Aaron quickly removed the rest of his clothes, his cock arching thick and long up toward his stomach.
Fuck, yes.
Realizing she was still wearing her leggings, Katie sat up and started to remove them but the look in Aaron’s eye stopped her. A muscle ticked in his jaw, and he put one strong hand at the small of her back and pushed her forward again.
He moved around her, slipped his hands under the waistband and slowly, oh so slowly, peeled her leggings and panties down over her ass.
“Lift,” he said, when he got to her knees. Making quick work of it, he yanked the last of her clothing off and threw it aside as his free hand rubbed lazy circles over her backside and gently probed her cleft.
Katie closed her eyes, letting herself go, sinking into the sensation of Aaron’s magic fingers. She felt him hover over her, his lips pressed against her ear.
“Let me see you,” he whispered as his fingers slicked through her folds. “Show me.”
His arm moved under her breasts and lifted, helping her up and over onto her back. Aaron loomed above her, his gaze moving from her eyes, to the place between her legs that was now positively vibrating with need.
He pressed his thighs against hers, put his palms on the caps of her knees and applied the gentlest of pressure.
“Show me,” he said again, and Katie let her legs fall open, blooming like a flower before his eyes.
Aaron stared unabashedly, drinking her in, and she reveled in his scrutiny, savoring each coil of pleasure that spiraled up her spine as Aaron’s fingers traced her petals. With his free hand, he gripped his cock, pumped it hard, once, twice, up and down and then lowered himself, notching the blunt head at her core.
Moving over her, he licked a fiery trail up her torso, finally claiming her mouth, his tongue seeking hers as his hips thrust hard, joining their bodies in one deep stroke.
Katie moaned into his mouth and felt her muscles clenching hard around him, already her body was racing towards release.
“Aaron,” she whimpered. “Oh god, I’m going to–”
“I know,” he gasped against her lips. “I can feel you, god, you’re like a vice around me.” He kissed her temple and propped himself up. Settling between her legs so that he could watch her body as she writhed under him, Aaron pumped. Thrusting in and out, he grabbed her hip with one hand and reached between them, seeking her clit with his thumb. “Let go, Beauty,,” he said. “I’m not far behind.”
She reached out for his hand, so Aaron let go of her hip, wove their fingers together and pulled her up. She was nearly riding him now, impaled on his cock, her thighs over his as he continued to work her pussy. In and out, slamming home again and again, each thrust a wet slap in the quiet of the room.
Katie tensed as her pleasure peaked and Aaron’s thumb massaged furiously, his lips claiming hers as she came with a cry, arching her back as her inner muscles pulsed and clenched his cock until Aaron cried too, and joined her, his arms iron bands around her body, holding her still as he fucked through her orgasm and spent himself deep inside her body.
He couldn’t stop kissing her.
“I can’t decide,” she said, between kisses. “If this is better than sex, or nah.”
“Yeah.” Aaron sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and then let it go with a pop. “I agree. It’s a tough call. We’re gonna need more data.”
“A lot more data.” Katie nipped him gently and then giggled when he nipped her back.
“Hours of research,” he said. “We’ll have to set up a protocol. They’ll probably be like flow charts and stuff, multi-colored graphs, etcetera.”
“That’s gonna be a lot of work.”
“I’m up for it.” He grinned at her and waggled his eyebrows. “But ya know…” He trailed off, flopped over to his back and stared at the ceiling.
“What?” Katie propped her head on her elbow and gazed at his profile.
“I was just thinking. It would make the project a lot easier, we could collect a lot more data if you moved in with me.”
“What?” Katie’s hand flew to her mouth and she stared at him.
“Too soon?” he said with a grimace. “Did I just fuck up our afterglow? Because I was really enjoying the afterglow. Look, I love you, and I want to be with you, like twenty-four seven, but if it’s too soon. I get it–”
“No,” she said.
Aaron swallowed. “Fair enough. Tell you what, you let me know when–”
“No, I mean, it’s not too soon. Yes. Yes, I’d love to move in with you.”
“Awesome.” Aaron grabbed her and dragged her body on top of his, claiming another kiss to celebrate. “What about Rupert?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “What’s he gonna have to say about all this?”
There was a plaintive yowl from the other side of the bedroom door and Katie burst into laughter.
“Listen, as long as you make good on the chin rubs, Mr. Cuddleslut will be just fine.”
Epilogue
Aaron’s month in VR ended with very little media fanfare. Partly because the public’s attention span was never going to last for a month, and partly because the gossip surrounding Steven Mayer and his hacking exploits was never-ending and always juicy.
When the media found photos of Carly Carpenter sitting on Mayer’s lap on a yacht in the Mediterranean, the conspiracy theories tripled overnight.
Nevermind the fact that it was meaningless. Aiko and Malcolm looked into it, and all evidence suggested the association was casual and short-lived. If Steven had ever had designs on using Carly to get to Aaron, he hadn’t followed through on it.
Although Katie couldn’t help but feel like Carly and Steven were something of a missed love connection. Carly had tried to run her own scheme on Aaron, and it too had failed. If Steven wasn’t currently awaiting trial on fourteen federal indictments the supermodel and the ham-handed hacker might’ve been perfect for each other.
None of that mattered anymore. Eight weeks after he asked her, Katie had sold her condo, packed up her things, and was ready to move in. She hadn’t been back to Aaron’s place, their place (as he kept insisting she call it) since that first night, and she was preparing herself for the massive overhaul that blank beige palace was going to need before it was livable.
When Aaron met her in the lobby of Calvert Tower, she should’ve guessed something was up.
“I’m just happy to see you,” he insisted. “Thought I could carry you over the threshold or something.”
“We’re not married,” she said, slapping his arm playfully.
“Yet,” he said with a wink.
Katie stared at him as Aaron’s expressing remained fixed, a benign smile with his gaze settled straight ahead.
When they reached the top floor, the private elevator opened directly onto the penthouse terrace, and Katie began to cry as soon as the doors opene
d.
It was there, every bit of it. Her designs, the decor she’d created for him in HyperLyfe, recreated in reality, on the top floor of Calvert Tower.
She stepped tentatively out onto the brick floor.
“Firepit,” she said pointing as they walked through the space. “Teak chairs. Fountain.”
“It’s not identical of course,” said Aaron quickly. “But we did the best we could in the amount of time we had.” He pulled her in for a hug, kissed her on the top of the head. “And you and I can perfect it together, find more pieces, whatever you want.”
“The hot tub,” she said pointing and laughing.
“Oh yeah, that’s my favorite. Best idea. Ever.”
Katie turned in his arms, looked at the brightly lit interior of the apartment that was visible through the large windows.
“I want to see inside,” she said. “Did you do the fireplace?”
“Oh hell yeah, we did the fireplace. And the chair and the mural.” Aaron grinned at her suggestively.
“Oh my god.” She covered her face with her hands. “You did not do the mural. What if we want to have people over?”
Aaron took her hand and dragged her inside.
“Look,” he said. Moving to a panel on the wall , he pressed his thumb to it. On the far wall of the living room a giant panel slid up into the ceiling revealing a vivid reproduction of the erotic painting. “See we can hide it,” he said. “When the kids start getting old enough to ask questions.”
“Kids?” she said, shooting him a look.
“Yeah, you know, eventually.”
“How many?” she asked.
“I dunno, up to you. I always thought two, maybe three.”
She sniffed and Aaron stuffed his hands in his pockets, looked at her expectantly.
“Yeah okay,” she said, unable to fight the smile. “That’s kind of what I was thinking too.”
“Great. Come see the kitchen.”
They christened the kitchen, and the bedroom, came out for a snack and ended up at the bistro set on the terrace, sipping Prosecco as the fountain serenaded them and the stars competed with city lights in the midnight sky.
