“You signed one too. How would you like me to make an invasive call to Dr. Helios?”
“I rescinded that power of attorney when our divorce became final.”
She made a defensive move to cover herself and he swore. Damn it. He had not intended to take her out of the moment.
He grabbed the condom and put it on the seat beside him before reaching for her.
Running his hands over her silky skin, he had to swallow against his suddenly dry throat. “Listen to me, yineka mou, you must not let memories of the past intrude on our present. We have moved beyond them.”
“You’re so sure.”
In this instance, he had more hope than certainty, but he would not admit it. She would be his. The change in plans he’d made before leaving New York seemed even more necessary now.
“We have both learned from our past, I hope.” He was going to buy her a book on communication though. “However, that is where it must remain now. As history.” Deeply personal history, but only that nonetheless.
“Gaining weight isn’t as easy as it looks—at least for me,” she said ignoring his promise and admonition completely.
“I know. That is why I have hired a personal trainer for you.”
“Why can’t I just use yours?” she demanded. “At least I already know him.”
“I thought you would be more comfortable with a woman.”
Chloe gave him a knowing look. “You mean you would be more comfortable with a female working with me.”
“I will not deny it.”
“I don’t flirt, Ariston.”
“This I know.”
“So?”
“I am at heart a traditional Greek man.” One who had spent enough time talking with his naked ex-wife in his arms.
He pulled her back into his lap, this time draping her legs over his as he insinuated one hand between her thighs. “You are so enticing, yineka mou.”
She laughed. “Right. With the dark circles under my eyes and my underweight body, I hardly look like a woman.”
“Never say so. You are the most feminine woman I’ve ever met. You turn me on.” He took her hand and curled it around the hard and leaking proof of his claim.
It felt as if every muscle in his body seized at the touch and he made no effort to stifle his groan of gratification.
“Sometimes I think a stiff breeze could excite you.” But her hand squeezed convulsively on his hardness.
“No breezes, only you.” And that was more true than he wanted to examine, even within himself. “Regardless, I will not allow your health to suffer carrying my child. On this, I will not be moved.”
“You’re so darn bossy, you know that, don’t you?” Her hand slid up and down his shaft, her eyes going heavy-lidded and a small moan escaping her lips.
He had always reveled in how much she enjoyed touching him.
“I am what I am.” He did not consider himself bossy, simply right. “And what I am is a man who needs to be inside you.”
She didn’t answer, but then he didn’t expect her to as he slid his fingers expertly over her clitoris and down until he penetrated her honeyed depths, making her body jolt and her hips cant toward him.
She was wet and hot, so obviously aroused despite her arguments that he had to draw on more self-control than even he thought he had to stop himself taking her that very second. He touched her until her slick dew covered her sex, preparing her completely for his invasion.
When he brought her up to straddle him once again, she tilted her pelvis so her opening pressed against the head of his sex.
“Want you,” she moaned as she pressed down to encase him in her drenched heat.
“Yes,” he hissed, the barrier of the condom not nearly enough to keep him away from the knife edge of ecstasy.
He slipped his hand between them, pressing gently with his thumb against her clitoris, so every movement of their hips caused her pleasure to spike. She cried out, and begged him not to stop, which he had no intention of doing.
They rocked together, the urgency growing with each deep thrust of his sex inside her welcoming flesh.
“You are mine,” he growled, watching her intently.
She looked into his eyes, her own dazed with passion, but no words came out of her mouth.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“I’m yours,” she gasped out in rapture as she gave the signs that told him she was on the verge of climaxing.
He pressed just a little bit harder with his thumb and shouted his own triumph as she came around him.
Her convulsions sparked his own completion, the only sound coming out of him then a guttural groan as his sex erupted in the condom.
This between them, this at least was right.
Dressed again, Chloe snuggled drowsily in Ariston’s arms. “So now I know why you had Angela ride with the security team.”