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What he wasn’t expecting was the way he’d reacted to her sexy moans and the way the timbre of her “yes, sir,”made him so fucking hard.
It was like he couldn’t get enough of his sweet peach.
At one point, he saw a little challenge in her eyes when his cock was down her throat. She liked the way she pleased him and thought the power had shifted.
It hadn’t.
But he liked that she was playing with him.
Except she needed to understand that any dominance she displayed would encourage him to break her.
To own all of her.
That was the source of his surprise. Once he left a woman, he was fulfilled, and sure he might want them again, and did. But he was satisfied.
He wasn’t satisfied with what he’d done with Lily.
Sexually? Fuck yes.
Closing the door behind him when he left had felt wrong. He wanted to wake and sink his cock inside her.
He wanted to shower and have her kneel before him and pleasure him.
He wanted to watch her eat breakfast naked while his fingers slid inside her.
An overpowering need to completely own this woman was making it hard for him to concentrate.
He’d found himself glaring at her at breakfast and knew it had made her uncomfortable.
Then Logan had glared at him, and Aidan had nearly told him to fuck off.
What this meant was he would just have to fuck her every chance they got before they both flew home to their different states.
By then, she would be out of his system.
And his cock would be falling off.
“Aloha,” Andrew greeted them as the cart stopped a few feet away.
“Dad,” Aidan replied, leaning his forearm on the steering wheel. “You’re late.”
“Do you want to tee in?” Jacob asked. “We’re just playing for fun.”
Aidan nearly snorted.
His father didn’t do anything for fun. It was competition from morning till night with this man. But then again, he’d taught them all to strive for excellence, and that trait was serving him, Logan, and Amelia well in their lives.
“No.” Andrew shook his head. “I’m just saying hello. I’ll hang around for a while, then go find the groom.”
Aidan nodded, mumbling “lucky Logan” as he pressed his foot on the accelerator.
As they bounced along the green, he took a sip of hisbarely icedcoffee and wished, not for the first time in the last ten minutes, that the drinks cart would hurry up and come around again.
Or maybe he just needed a whisky.
He’d need it to deal with his father.
It wasn’t that they had a terrible relationship. He’d been a fair father. Stern and strict, but not abusive.
