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“You’re fucking amazing,” Aaron murmured between our kisses. “When I met you, I thought you were a fraud.”
I stiffened. “A fraud?”
He nodded. “Someone who just pretended…wearing a mask so that I would see what you wanted me to see. This is all you, though. I’ve come to realize that, and I like what I see, Jade. I like you. A lot.”
My stomach twisted and turned. I had to tell him that Iwasa fraud. Maybe not in the way he’d thought, but I was still a fraud––a woman without any reference or nanny experience, a cheat who’d taken a job because I’d screwed up.
Would he forgive me? Was it a very big deal now that he was happy with how I treated Ben?
“I have something I need to tell you,” I said.
“Later,” Aaron said, planting kisses all over my face.
“I just want to––”
“I said later, Jade,” Aaron said, nuzzling my neck. “We have more than enough time the rest of this week to talk all you want. I just want tonottalk right now.”
He cupped my breast, and I gasped. His mouth worked magic on my neck as he nibbled and licked the delicate skin, his large hand kneading and massaging my breast, working me into a frenzy.
He tugged at the hem of my sweater, and I lifted my arms. He pulled it over my head.
“I hate layers,” he muttered. “I want you naked.” He pulled up my shirt, too.
I thought I would be cold without my clothes, but I wasn’t. My skin burned hot, and I felt feverish with lust.
I reached for Aaron’s long-sleeve shirt––he looked so different when he didn’t wear a button-up like I usually did.
He kissed me again and cupped my breast through my bra. I fiddled with his belt buckle and undid his jeans.
When I reached into his pants and wrapped my fingers around his cock, he sucked a breath through his teeth. This time, I wanted to please him. I shifted off the couch and positioned myself between his legs on my knees. I grabbed his pants by the waist and wrestled them down a little so that his cock stood upright and proud before me.
I cupped his balls with one hand and gently massaged them, running my other hand up and down his shaft, and I looked up at him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, sinking deeper into his seat, and tipping his head back against the couch. I leaned down and sucked his head into my mouth, and he groaned. Aaron pushed his hands into my hair, stroking his fingers through it as I sucked him into my mouth as far as he could go. Slowly, I pulled back, swirling my tongue against his shaft and then around the tip, teasing him. Aaron groaned, tightening the grip on my hair, and I sucked him deeper into my mouth again. I bobbed my head up and down, fucking him with my mouth, and Aaron moaned and groaned, encouraging me to take him in deeper and deeper. I massaged his balls while I did.
Aaron pushed my head back suddenly, breathing hard.
“I don’t want to finish like this,” he said. His eyes were dark with need. “I want to be inside of you. I want so much more than this.”
I leaned forward and kissed Aaron. He wrapped his arms around me, but instead of pulling me up, he joined me on the floor. He moved onto the fur rug in front of the fireplace and pulled me closer to him so I was half-underneath him.
Aaron kissed me again, slowly, sensually. His tongue slid into my mouth, and his hands roamed my body as if he was committing it to memory. Where our first night together had been alcohol-fueled and urgent, toeing the line, testing boundaries, everything about this was incredible.
Aaron paid so much attention to me, with me in every moment.
He worked his way down my body, planting kisses and caressing me with large, capable hands as he went. He pulled down my leggings, unwrapping me like I was a gift. I helped him wriggle out of his jeans, and he unclasped my bra.
When he pulled down my panties, I helped him kick them off before he pushed his hands between my legs. I gasped when his fingers found my wetness and writhed underneath him when Aaron flicked his fingers over my clit a few times before drawing lazy circles.
He pushed me closer and closer to the edge, and I gasped and moaned in his ear. He sucked on my earlobe and nibbled softly on the skin of my neck, and I trembled and shivered.
When Aaron let go, I moaned in protest. I wanted him to take me all the way.
“I’ll be right back,” he said. He stood and disappeared toward the bedroom. When he came back, he had a foil in his hand and wrapped himself up before laying down in front of the fire with me again.
He kissed me and rolled onto me. When his cock pushed against my entrance, I moaned. He slid into me, deeper and deeper, and I gasped for air as pleasure already started to tremble through my body.
Aaron moved slowly. He stroked in and out of me, achingly slow, teasing me, working me up into a frenzy but refusing me an orgasm at the same time. I cried out with need and frustration and with pleasure. The feel of him inside me, the friction he created, set my body on fire. The spark he’d ignited at my core with his fingers grew into a raging furnace, and now, all I wanted to do was feed it.
