“I’ve got it handled. Relax.”
I was going to argue, but then I saw what he meant. Because he put his hands on my hips, lifting me to the counter. Then he lowered to his knees.
I had definitely, definitely never done this.
Hardly ever, in regular circumstances. And never in public, fully dressed except for my panties, with a stranger.
But his touch was familiar as he pushed my knees apart. And even though he’d never done this to me before, his mouth still felt familiar when he licked between my legs.
I gasped aloud, my hands gripping the edge of the counter, my hips lifting off. Flinching and at the same time wanting more. The reaction I always had when he touched me there.
He took it as an invitation.
He was right.
How did he know what to do? Because he knew exactly what pressure to put where, exactly how hard, for exactly how long. He knew how to make me crazy, how to make me lose my dignity. Ten minutes ago, I’d never done this and as far as I knew, I never would. Now I had my legs open in a bathroom and I was going to come, fast and hard, dirty and intense, and it was pure bliss.
He was as good as his word. I bit my lips, trying not to cry out as the orgasm hit me, shaking me to my core. He was merciless all the way through, teasing every ripple out of me. Then, instead of taking pity on me, he slipped his fingers through my hot flesh and rubbed me, punctuating the movement with his tongue. I moaned in surrender, and incredibly, I felt the pressure building again. I gave in to it, letting him do everything he wanted, feeling the pleasure go up and up, tighter and tighter, until I came a second time.
When I was finally finished and coming down, he backed away and put the hem of my skirt down, almost polite.
He stood, picking up my panties from the floor. He was unbearably beautiful in that moment, sexy and dirty and daring. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. My entire body was high with bliss. I had never seen a more perfect man in my life.
He’s mine, I thought. He has to be.
He put my panties in my hand. “Stress relief, like I promised,” he said. For a second I thought he was going to lean in and kiss me, but instead he smiled. I could have sworn that something behind that smile was a little sad.
“Thank you. Time for me to leave,” he said.
By the time I remembered that was what I’d said to him the last time, the door had already closed behind him.
Twenty-Eight
Aidan
* * *
It was six thirty in the morning. I was at the gym in my building and I had just finished my workout—I was covered in sweat—when my phone rang. It was Alex. I mopped my forehead with a towel and answered it.
“It’s done,” Alex said. “I found our missing computer programmer and got him out of his hidey hole. I got him to talk about the Egerton brothers and their app.”
“And?”
“And yes, they definitely stole the code. He had a lawsuit set to go against them and everything. He was going to win. But the Egertons convinced him to drop it.”
“How the hell did they do that?”
“Money, and lots of it. They also threatened to tell his current girlfriend about his previous girlfriend’s abortion. These programmers all know each other, and they know each other’s dirty secrets.”
“What a couple of assholes,” I said. “I don’t regret taking them down now.”
“You didn’t regret it before, Aidan.”
“True.” I thought it over. “So he took the money under the table, but he didn’t sign anything.”
“No NDA, no nothing. Not a damn thing. Which makes them a couple of very stupid assholes.”
I stood and left the gym, heading for the elevator. “You convinced him to talk?”