“Get your hands off me,” I snap.
“Let’s go home. Get this out of our systems. We both want this.”
I shake my head. “I want nothing to do with you. I don’t want to live with you. I want to work for CC, but I’m very looking forward to reporting to George, looking forward to only having to hear your barking ogre voice on the phone because you’re back in New York. Now, if you don’t back the hell off, I’m reporting you to HR. And I’ll tell them what you tried to pin on me today, too, with that Lingo stunt.”
“Let’s go home,” he whispers in my ear. “I want to do very, very naughty things to every inch of your hot little body.”
“Get away fr---"
“Peaches...” He tries to reason, thumb skimming my throat.
“Now, Aiden! Let go of me. Or, I call the cops instead and have you charged with assault.”
He steps back but only about half a foot. “This is gonna happen.”
“You’re a piece of work.” I’m still against the wall.
“I fucked up today, Carly. I told you that.”
“You’re insane if you think your non-apology was anywhere near enough to erase what happened today. And even if it was, that doesn’t grant you access to touching me like that.”
“That what you want? A sorry from me? Will that get me into your pants, peaches?”
“Go fuck yourself.”
He slaps the wall beside me and I jolt.
“God, you fuckin’ make me hard with that attitude you try to throw.”
His muscles are bulging in his jaw as he grinds his teeth.
I look at hi
s mouth. My heart is racing. His eyes, even in the dim lighting, are so intense. And then he’s on me. On me like he’s dying of hunger and I’m a plate of food.
His mouth hits mine, and then he’s got a hand against my jaw. It then slides and threads into my hair, not gently. Rough. Hungrily.
I gasp as his lips touch mine. I’m temporarily brain-dead, I think, because then he’s full-body against me. All of him. Every single inch of hard, muscled, sex-potion-scented inch of the front of him is seeking maximum contact right against me.
My gasp gives him an opening and so his tongue slides into my mouth just a little, and I let out a little whimper and then my hands are in his hair and my tongue is dancing with his.
“You’re so fuckin’ cute when you try to be badass,” he says against my mouth and then both of his hands are on my ass and he grinds up, right against me. Right against me.
My nipples are hard, my panties are soaked, and my brain is addled.
I go after his mouth with mine and I nip his bottom lip and then slide my tongue in. He growls and grinds against me again.
What’s wrong with me? What am I doing? We hear laughing and it’s coming closer. I shove him. But, it’s not soon enough.
Ally, Meryl, and Stacy are heading toward us.
They’ve seen it. Something. Maybe all of it. Whatever they saw, it’s obvious. It’s all over their shocked faces.
I’m chewing my lip, back against the wall, palms also against the wall, holding myself up. Aiden is casually standing in front of me, one palm on the wall beside my head. He’s looking at his feet.
His hair is messy, made that way by me. I’m probably a mess, too.
I’m looking at the girls.