Page 69 of Veiled

I never imagined I would find someone to marry in real life, much less have a honeymoon, but if I did, I think I’d want it almost exactly like this.

Chapter twenty-five

Aiden

Morning comes slowly, the soft light of dawn slipping through the curtains and painting the room in purples and blues.

I’m still half asleep, but there’s no missing Annalise’s body curled up against me, hand on my chest, and her leg draped over mine. I’m still wearing the clothes I was wearing last night on the beach, so I must have fallen asleep while she was in the shower.

She stirs slightly, and I resist the urge to pull her tighter.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” I murmur, keeping my tone casual.

“Good morning,” she replies, stifling a yawn, and I catch the faintest flash of a smile as she untangles herself from me. That smile—easy and disarming—reminds me of why Lucas warned me away from her in the first place. Manipulative. Calculating. A liar. Always playing multiple men at a time, something I’ve seen for myself the night we met, and again as she threw herself at the new guy in riding class. I can’t afford to forget.

I force my attention back to the present. “I set the coffee maker on auto last night, so there should be some hot and ready for you if you drink it black. If not, we can stop by the coffee shop Tara mentioned on our way to the store this morning.”

“Thank you, I’ll take anything,” she says, her voice sleepy and tender. My already hard dick twitches, but I can’t go there. Not with her. This is a mission for class. Nothing more.

But then she’s slipping out of bed, only wearing an oversized shirt, one shoulder falling just enough to be distracting, and shorts that have bunched up in her sleep, almost like her skirt was—I look away and force myself to get out of bed so I can shower while she heads to the kitchen.

I hoped the cold water would take away the sexual frustration last night had created, but as I remember the adoring way she looked at me when she was talking with Tara, how tiny she felt on my lap, and the sway of her ass when she just walked to the kitchen, I need to find release before I do something stupid. Again.

Fisting my cock, I slowly start to pump myself. This is the last time I’ll get off thinking about her, I half-heartedly promise myself for the millionth time since I met her.

I imagine my hands tracing her curves, the way she perched up for me to take her over the edge of her desk, and her groans when I pulled her ass cheeks apart to thrust deeper into her. I was like a man possessed, so close to taking off the condom so I could soak her in my come.

I squeeze myself harder, reliving how her tight pussy choked my cock right before she came for me.

“Fuck, Ana, yes,” the words escape into the air without my consent.

“Did you call?” her voice cuts into the room, startling me, but she’s not leaving. She’s standing there, watching, and gods does that make me harder.

She bites her bottom lip, and I slow my hand, suddenly wanting her to be as turned on as I am. I let her take in each agonizingly soft stroke until I see her nipples pebbled through her shirt.

“Are you going to just stand there? Or are you going to be a good girl and come finish what I’ve started?”

What the fuck am I doing? That was a mistake. Stupid. Reckless. I need to say something before this goes any further.

But then her shirt is off, and I’m watching her shorts fall to the floor.

Even the slow, hesitant way she steps into the shower is fucking sexy, if that’s even possible.

She is the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. And now I am going to have to force myself not to come as soon as she touches me.

“We really shouldn’t,” she says, while slowly lowering to her knees.

“It’s the worst idea.” It really is, but I might die right here and now if she walks out.

“You’re an asshole, I don’t even like you.” I hear her whisper the words, but there is no chance she’s stopping as she wraps her hand around my shaft. Her eyes lock with mine before she leans in and rubs my precum on her lips like it's her favorite lipstick.

Don’t blow it right now. Don’t blow it right now.

Her tongue teases a path from the base of my cock to the tip, before she locks her pouty lips around my head and twirls her tongue.

I can’t take my eyes off her as water drenches her hair and beads of water run down her face.

“You’re so beautiful with my cock in your mouth, Sweetheart.”