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Aidan's arms wrap around me squeezing tight enough to take my breath away.
And I don't care.
I don't care that my bare tits are squashed into his hard rock-like chest. That the steam makes it hard to breathe and that shampoo suds are still clinging to my eyelashes making it blurry to see.
All I care is that I need him right now.
I moan, as Aidan's hands lower to my ass. Picking me up with an ease that makes me stomach flutter, he carries me over to the shower wall, pressing my back against it until our bodies are flush.
There is no asking. No talking. No taking.
His brown eyes say everything I need to hear, and I nod, giving myself over to him as he presses the thick length of his hard dick against my stomach before guiding inside me. Entering me slowly, inch by inch, he watches me, his stare hardened as I cry out.
Taking hold of my ass, he begins to stroke, driving into me with a force that makes me wrap around myself around him. My fingernails dig into his muscled shoulders, hoping to find a grip. To find anything that will keep my sanity intact.
Because when Aidan Sullivan makes love to you, he does it in a way that ruins a woman for all future men.
And I am. I am ruined.
Ruined as he pulls himself out to his engorged tip before plunging hard back into me again. Ruined as he swirls his hips. Ruined as he pistons into my pussy, using my own hips to fuel each slow, measured swivel of his strong pelvis.
Ruined.
And I don't want to be made whole again.
I hold on as Aidan thrusts pick up as he pumps me into nirvana. I come, a strangled gasp leaving my mouth a second before he comes, too.
My body shudders, muscles tensing as the last of the spasms rock through my core.
We stay that way, wrapped around one another, cocooned in our aftermath. Until finally, Aidan lowers me to my feet, the feel of the shower tiles beneath my toes a jarring reminder of reality.
I give him a small smile, feeling my cheeks flush. But he only blinks back at me, the angles of his gorgeous chiseled face sharper than ever, as he runs a hand through his wet hair, causing water to cascade down his toned body.
With a flick of his wrist, Aidan turns off the water, grabs a towel, and wraps it around his waist. He steps out of the shower, and I can't help but watch him as he vanishes behind the bathroom door.
Sighing, I lean back against the cool shower tiles. It feels like ages before I muster the energy to get up and follow suit.
The bathroom is steamy, and I wrap another towel around myself before heading back into his bedroom. Aidan is sitting on the edge of his bed, already slipping into his clothes.
In dark slacks and with damp hair, he looks absolutely irresistible.
Leaning against the doorway, I wait until he notices me. "We need to talk," I finally say, my voice heavy.
He nods, his face serious. "I know."
My heart pounds as I step closer. "There's something I need to tell you."
For a moment, Aidan looks tense, almost angry. But then he relaxes slightly and runs a hand through his hair—a nervous habit.
"I quit my job as your nanny," I blurt out.
Aidan raises an eyebrow but remains silent, waiting for me to go on.
Taking a deep breath, I explain. "It was a tough choice, but I need to be practical. This was always meant to be temporary, and I have other responsibilities."
He leans forward, elbows on knees. "I understand," he murmurs.
"No, you don't," I counter, fighting back tears. "I've grown so attached to you and Grace, but I can't pause my life forever."
