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“What?”
“How much do you want to do this, to stay on and ensure that Lily’s adoption goes through?”
Her jaw tightens, and she advances on me so fast, it takes me by surprise. “You think I’ve come here asking you for more money?”
My shoulders draw back slightly as she sticks her face in mine defiantly. “I’m agreeing to this because Pike is right. Lily has been through enough for her whole life already. I don’t know how much of a threat this Raya is, really, but Lily deserves to be protected, and I believe you guys love her. It’s clear in the way she interacts with you.”
Impressed by her passion, I study her face. I didn’t realize she had so much sass in her. It’s not easy to see with her soft-spoken demeanor and the way Aspen carries herself.
“We’ll do whatever is necessary to keep Lily safe,” I rasp, distinctly aware of how close she is to me suddenly. Wafts of vanilla touch my nostrils, and I recognize it’s coming from her hair.
Is that her shampoo? Her perfume?
Whatever it is, it’s intoxicating and makes me harder by the second, the subtle scent sliding into my subconscious.
“How is this going to work?” she presses. “What will I have to do?”
My eyebrow shoots up as I realize she still hasn’t mentioned a payment, but why can’t I shake the feeling that she wants to ask for something? I shift uncomfortably, unnerved by my hard-on.
“What am I going to find here? You’re concerned about something,” she asks tersely, and her question tenses me up like a board.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I snap.
“It must be something, or you wouldn’t be making such a production about it, about me talking you guys up.”
“Just because you have secrets, Aspen, doesn’t mean we do,” I retort defensively.
Her head whips up again, and I note the curve of her lips. And her eyes are watching my mouth simultaneously.
“You’re turning this around on me,” she accuses. “Which just makes me believe I’m right.”
I shrug, trying to channel Caden’s cockiness. Her bewitching allure is drawing me in.
“You’re just looking for drama,” I reply, checking my tone. She exhales in a deep, slow breath.
“Why me?” she whispers. “Why did you pick me? What makes me so much different from anyone else you interviewed over the last three months?”
I don’t let her finish her inane question, the building desire overtaking me, and I lean forward to take that luscious bottom lip in my mouth. My hand cups her face, and Aspen gasps but doesn’t pull back. I stop myself, panting slightly as I try to shake off the haze that’s overcome me.
She blinks once, staring at me, dumbfounded, but neither of us moves, the air still between us. “Why did you stop?” she breathes.
It’s all the confirmation I need, and she’s back in my arms, the two of us dancing back toward the leather settee against the wall.
My hands fall to the delicious contours of her ass, drawing her waist up toward my hardness, our lips locking again as we land on the couch. Her breathing quickens as my lips fall away, and I again look into her soulful, dark eyes, waiting for her to stop me.
Aspen’s fingers curl into my hair, messing it slightly, a small, beautiful smile forming on her lips as I bury my face in the zipper of her hoodie.
“You smell amazing,” I mumble, using my teeth to unzip her sweater, and she moans softly. My cock is so hard, I’m sure I’m going to burst through my pants, but I want to get her off more than I want to get off myself.
Her firm, perky breasts heave as I pull away the soft velour, yanking down the fabric of her sensible sports bra. The hard flesh of her nipples calls to me, and I immediately latch on, fingers pulling away from her pants to expose the slender, shapely legs I’ve checked out on every occasion.
Aspen quivers beneath me, and I reluctantly release her breast, my right hand cupping one mound as my head moves lower. Her aroma overtakes me, and a headiness envelops me. I need to taste her. It’s consuming me, and I realize the need has been for days.
Between her thighs, her panties are soaked already. I shove them aside with my left hand, fingers exploring the sweet succulence of her center. Another gasp and whimper fall from Aspen’s mouth, and I can tell she’s trying desperately to be quiet.
Challenge accepted, then.
My tongue follows, lapping against the pink flesh of her pussy lips, suckling on her sweet nectar.
