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Big thrust.
"Fault."
A scream tore out of my parched throat as my walls tightened around him and my bones tensed, and then I was coming, half screaming, half crying through the intense wave of pleasure that made me shudder from the sheer force of it.
"Yes. Oh, fuck." Aaron groaned like he was in pain, his hips jerking sporadically as he pumped into me faster before I felt a hot liquid drizzle down my thigh.
He rested his forehead against mine, and I closed my eyes. We were both panting, our ragged breaths filling the air. My body hummed with an undercurrent so intense that I could barely breathe.
"Did you miss me?" he asked.
I opened my eyes slightly. "Hmm?"
"Earlier, when I told you I missed you, did you miss me too?" Aaron asked though he hadn't released his hold on me.
There was a vulnerability to his voice that stopped the 'no' I knew I should've told him.
"I did," I whispered.
As amazing and out of this world as this was, I meant it when I said nothing could happen between us. What I felt for him was too chaotic, and I was poison to his heart. I was broken and rotten beyond repair. He deserved better, and better was not me.
Besides, I still needed to sort out this fiasco with my father and the leak. Derick texted me that he would talk to him, but I was skeptical that it would hold any weight.
"Aaron—"
"I'll wait," he cut me off.
I pulled back to look at him. "What?"
Aaron smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'll wait for you—for as long as it takes."
My eyes immediately watered. "You can't do that. I can't ask you to do that."
"I'd do anything. There's no one else for me, Felicity. You're it."
"Jesus," I muttered, looking for any signs on his face that he was joking. I found none and the absurdity of his words knocked the breath out of me.
This man was going to destroy me.
And that scared the shit out of me, but no more so than the realization that I would destroy him first.
twenty-two
Aaron
I was not a small man by any shot, but I realized that being small had nothing to do with physique and everything to do with the mind.
I stared my opponent square in the face, keeping my expression blank, knowing that this man fed off the insecurities of the people he considered his inferiors.
Stephen Wiley folded his lips into a snarl, and I resisted the urge to do the same. So, this was the great CEO of Blizzard Games. I had no idea what I was expecting, but I was not disappointed in the least.
He was sitting on his massive chair, so I couldn't tell his size, but I figured he was well over six feet tall. Blue eyes that looked nothing like his daughter's, though they both had the same high cheekbones and facial structure.
Stephen had dark hair; another trait Felicity had not inherited. However, they both possessed that fierce spirit and the same fire in their eyes that said backing down was not an option.
"Give me one reason why your ass isn't about to be manhandled and handed to you,” he growled.
Like father, like daughter, I guess.
