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Aiden simply dropped Olivia’s car keys and cell phone on the counter and continued right on up to their room. He didn’t owe anyone explanations for how he chose to do his job. And his primary concern had to be the sleeping woman in his arms.
He’d never had a sub slip so quickly or so deeply into subspace before. Not that it didn’t make sense. After almost two decades of pent-up lust and sexual frustration, she’d finally gotten what her body was desperate for—and not to be too cocky, but he was one hundred percent sure that was the best orgasm of her life. He’d simply have to be careful with her in the future. Unless, of course, he wanted all their scenes to be short.
Yeah, no thanks. He had so many delectable plans for Olivia Adams. It would take months, maybe even years to run through everything he wanted to do to her body. And he only had a single week.
Aiden had never been able to resist trying to fix things that were broken. It was why he’d spent seven years after college renovating old houses, even though his parents hadn’t once missed an opportunity for snide comments about wasting his degree. Not even when he wrote them a check for every penny they’d spent on his tuition, after selling his third flip for a massive profit. They were simply too proud to admit he was successful doing what they saw asmenial labor.
Weren’t too proud to cash the check, though, the assholes.
No matter what he said to them, they simply didn’t get it. The work brought him a fulfillment he could only get one other way; that’s why he’d known renovating the Manor and building their new business from the ground up would bring him the greatest fulfillment of all.
It was also why he’d always been the most drawn to subs with a fucked-up past.
Subs like Olivia.
He’d meant it when he told her she wasn’t broken. But Christ did she need him.
Aiden laid her gently on the king-sized bed in their room, taking extra care to arrange two pillows beneath her head and smoothing back her hair. He got her heels and stockings off, but otherwise left her clothes alone. She’d be more comfortable if he got her out of that sexy getup she’d wrapped her luscious curves in, but he didn’t think she was the type of woman who’d enjoy waking up naked and not knowing how she got that way.
Yes, he’d have to be very careful with Olivia.
Then again, given the way she’d reacted during their first scene, maybe he didn’t need to worry after all.
* * *
It was a little over two hours before Olivia finally stirred. Aiden was beside her, propped up against the headboard with a couple of pillows, reading one of the sappy romance novels Zach left all over the house. How this one had made its way into a guest room was a mystery.
He put the book aside, not bothering to mark his place, and shifted so he was semi-hovering over her. “Welcome back,” he said, voice soft, lips holding a hint of a smile.
She blinked large, sleepy blue eyes and stretched like a cat. “I can’t believe I fell asleep on you. I’ve been so nervous about coming here, I haven’t slept well the last several nights. And then you went and didthat.” Her smile was charmingly shy. “Anyway, I’m really sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He ran a hand lazily through her long black curls. They were impossibly soft. “I take it as a compliment I made you feel that good.”
A blush pinkened her cheeks, but she didn’t look away. “Thank you. Not just for the...well, you know. But what you said to me before. I don’t think I’m scared anymore.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” Aiden joked, flipping her over onto her belly and giving her ass a couple of playful spanks. Her yelp of surprise dissolved into an adorable giggle. “You need to be scared of me at all times.”
“Oh, I am, Sir. Positively terrified.”
“Good girl.” He slipped his hand under her dress and pushed aside her panties. She was soaking. “Wet for me already? You’ve been awake for, what, two minutes?”
She gave him a coy look over her shoulder. “I assumed I needed to be wet for you at all times, too, Sir.”
He slid two fingers into her, and she let out a low moan. “Verygood answer,” he said, hooking his fingers to find her G-spot. She gasped when he hit it. “Good answers like that deserve a reward.”
Aiden took his time with her second orgasm. The first had been fast and hard and overwhelming—exactly what she’d needed to get over her fear and start lowering her barriers. But this moment was far more intimate (and far more private, with no voyeuristic receptionists watching their every move), and he wanted to give her the worshipful attention she deserved.
When at last he’d wrung as much pleasure out of her shuddering body as it could take, he slipped his fingers into his mouth, sucking off her sweet juices. “Delicious,” he said, adoring her sudden blush. “I can’t wait to eat your pussy, Olivia.”
Just when he thought she couldn’t possibly turn a deeper shade of red.
Fighting back a laugh, he put her out of her misery. “But perhaps we should both eat something a little more substantial first. I’m sure you’re hungry. Let’s head downstairs before the kitchen closes for the night.”
He started to stand, but turned back at her curious, “What about you?”
Ahh, music to his ears. It had been a while since he’d had a guest who cared about anything beyond her own pleasure. “What about me?”
“I’ve already come twice. But you haven’t at all.” Her gaze slid down to the obvious bulge of his erection. “Should I—”
