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The office chair squeaks and his voice is lower as he asks, “And what exactly did you do?”
“I, um, I did like you said.” Heat creeps up my cheeks and my hands are busy hiding in the folds of my skirt. “I thought about what it felt like kissing you. Then I, um, touched my breasts over my nightgown and then I pressed my hand against my… panties.”
He sits back in his chair and hums. I dare to glance up at him. His finger is tapping his lips. I wonder if I could draw it, draw the motion, draw how it makes me feel, waiting for his words. Naughty, a failure, yet hopeful and… tingly.
“I think maybe you need to experience going over the top a few more times with my help. If that’s what you want?”
“Okay.” My eyes widen. Did I say that too fast? “If that’s not a bother for you, that is. I don’t want to be a burden.”
There’s a twitch to his mouth, but when he takes his glasses off and leans forward, his face is totally serious. “We all do our sacrifices. Just like you give of yourself and help out at charity events, I don’t mind helping you through this.”
“You’re a good man, Mr Byrne,” I say on a big exhale.
He coughs abruptly and gets up from his chair. “Come with me.”
“Where are we going?” I ask as I hurry after him in the office main area. He holds the door to the back staircase open for me. He only answers once it’s closed behind us and we make our way down the creaky stairs.
“Too many people are already in the office. I don’t want them to rush in when they hear you scream.”
My steps falter. “Y-you’re going to hurt me?”
Aidan stops two steps below me and turns. Like this, we’re the same height. His hot breath wafts over me as he says, “I’m going to make you scream in pleasure.”
There’s a burst of something hot low in my belly.
“Oh.”
Aidan smirks, but instead of kissing me, like I shamefully hoped he would, he continues down the stairs. I’m momentarily rooted in place.
“Hurry up, Miss Keenan,” he calls over his shoulder, and I grab the banister not to trip in my rush to follow him. “The shop doesn’t open until ten, and the shop assistants are never in before half nine,” Aidan says as I find him unlocking the back door to the shop on the ground floor. He ushers me inside.
It’s strange being here with the lights off. It’s so quiet. Normally traditional Irish music is playing in the background. I breathe in the still air as I walk deeper into the shop and run my fingers over the glass display cases. Most of them are empty, the items locked away during the night. I’ve always loved the shop. There’s something magical about being surrounded by so many treasures that will brighten peoples’ lives. It’s like being inside the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, and you’ll give a piece of that gold to every person who comes by, brightening their lives. The sad thing is that we can only give the gold to the people who already have money, but rich people need happiness too, I suppose.
“Show me how you touched your tits.”
I gasp and spin around to Aidan, crudely brought out of the thoughts in my head. He’s towering over me, his muscularchest pressing against his shirt with every inhale. “Go on,” he urges, his eyes almost black in the dim light.
“Uh.” My pulse increases and I fist my skirt. “Shouldn’t we start with the kissing?” I ask timidly.
Aidan tilts his head to the side. “You’re quite right. You’re a good student. Why don’t you initiate the kiss this time?”
“Yes, Mr Byrne,” I reply, both honoured and nervous by being trusted with such a big task. I release a shaky breath and nod to myself. I can do this. I place my hands on Aidan’s sides, lift my face and stretch up on my toes.
“Very good,” he murmurs, and my heart leaps. His soft lips meet mine and I open my mouth and eagerly lick the seam of his, just like he has done to me.
He growls.
I pull away and bite my lip.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Not at all.” He chuckles quietly and I don’t know why. “Do it again.”
I hesitate for a second, but then I repeat all my actions. Aidan’s arms come around me, holding me to him, not allowing me to move away when another growl travels up his chest. When he deepens the kiss my legs go weak. My heart rate spikes when his hand comes up and wraps around my throat and tilts my head further back. It feels dangerous yet exhilarating. Can he sense how my pulse is pumping?
“Now, touch your breasts,” Aidan rasps.
I do. Sweet tingles travel from where my palms glide between our bodies, over my twin mounds.
