Bought by the Boss

Over his shoulder, I notice another waiter at the door, watching Aria very closely. Too closely, in fact. By the redness in his cheeks, I’m only assuming he has noticed what I can see plain as day. When I glance back at Aria, I understand why. Her cheeks are stained dark red and that stunning color descends down to her chest, her eyes lost in desire, mouth parted with her heavy but quiet breaths.

I am unsurprised. She’s being watched. She’s being dirty. Those can be the magical ingredients for heightened arousal.

“Do you need anything else?” the waiter asks me.

I turn to him and shake my head. “That will be all, thank you.”

“Take your time, and enjoy the view,” he says. “You have the terrace for another hour.”

“The view is quite stunning, isn’t it?” I’m not talking about the beach.

The waiter agrees with a nod, and then he, along with the other waiter, leave through the door and it shuts behind them. I assume they’re huddling together now talking about what’s going on here. I only care about the woman riding her pleasure.

I rise and move to her side, tucking my finger under her chin, commanding her gaze. “Do you want to come, Aria?”

“Yes.”

“Ask my permission.”

Her chest rises and falls with the hitch of her breath. “May I come?”

I slide my thumb over her puffy bottom lip. “Look at me while you do it, and you may.”

She gasps and moans and trembles, her arm moving faster. I stay focused on her eyes, feeding how she likes to be watched. And when she peaks, her eyes widening into euphoria, it takes all my strength not to bend her over this table and drive my throbbing cock into her. But this is for her, not for me.

A memory belonging all to her.

I become lost in the depths of her surrender as she strains to keep her eyes open, to listen to my instructions, but soon the pleasure steals her control. Her head tilts back, eyes flutter shut, and her

moan is soft and sensual and goddamn enthralling.

When she finally opens her eyes to me again, revealing such beauty in her seductive satisfaction, I know then and there, she’s forever ruined me for any other woman. No one can ever compare. Not to her. Not like this.

She dips her chin down, taking my thumb into her mouth, giving it a hard suck before releasing it to say, “Now is it your turn?”

“This was not about me, beautiful. Believe me, I like watching you come as much as I like feeling it.” I lean down and take her mouth, passionately staking my claim then and there that I’ve won her surrender, and that is pleasure to me.

“So, in this game of yours, what happens next?” she whispers against my mouth.

I grin. “I’ve already told you.”

She laughs. “Anything you want.”

“That’s right, sweetheart.”

Chapter 5

Aria

A couple of hours later, after strolling along the Third Street Promenade, where people flock to the open-air shopping district of Santa Monica to spend their money and enjoy a day of sun and sand, Liam stops at a souvenir shop. A high-pitched scream has me glancing at the bright yellow roller coaster off in the distance. In fact, though, I can’t be sure the screaming isn’t coming from the Ferris wheel.

When I look back at Liam, I find him staring at something on top of the showcase. I move in next to him as he takes a red and yellow abstract ceramic heart ornament off the golden hook. “This right here,” he says to the girl behind the counter. “I’ll take this one for the lady.” She accepts the ornament from him and he grabs his wallet, handing her a fifty. He accepts his change before spinning around to me with the ornament hanging off his finger. “A gift to remember this weekend.”

I stare at the ornament, completely taken aback by his gesture.

Something Liam clearly takes notice of. “You don’t like it?” he asks, a frown marring his gorgeous face.

“On the contrary,” I say, a little breathless. “It’s perfect, and completely unexpected.”