Page 150 of That Rush

“No.” His fingers dig into my thigh. “You’re so fucking hot around me. So wet. I can feel every time you squeeze my cock.”

I do it again deliberately.

His eyes close for one second. “That’s mean.”

“I’ve been waiting all afternoon. I’m not feeling generous.”

I roll my hips, trying to make him move, but he holds me still.

“What are you waiting for?”

“You.” His voice is rough. “I need to know you’re good.”

“I’m better than good.” I tighten my leg around him. “Now fuck me.”

His hand slides into my hair at the nape. “Hold on.”

He withdraws and drives into me.

The table jolts beneath us. I catch his shoulders as he thrusts again, harder this time, then settles into the fast, punishing rhythm I’ve wanted since he whispered that countdown in my ear.

“Yes.”

Aiden pushes my skirt higher and looks down at where his bare cock disappears inside me. His breathing changes.

“Jesus Christ, Paige.”

“What?”

“I can see how wet you are every time I pull out.” He thrusts deep again. “And then you take me right back.”

My nails dig into his shoulders.

“Look at you,” he says. “Spread open on my table because I told another man you were mine.”

“I’m here because I chose to follow you.”

His eyes snap to mine.

I meet his next thrust and tighten around him. “Don’t confuse the two.”

“I know you chose this.”

“Then prove it.”

His mouth crashes into mine. He fucks me harder, one hand gripping my hip while the other holds the back of my neck. The worktable thumps against the wall, and each deep stroke drags another broken sound from me.

I bite his lower lip. “Is this all that territorial jealousy gets me?”

Aiden pulls back enough to look at me. “You want more?”

“Yes.”

He hooks my other leg around his waist and pulls me closer to the edge. The angle changes, and the next thrust hits so deep that I cry out.

“That?” he asks.

“Again.”