Falling for My Best Friend's Brother (One Night Stand 2)

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” He grinned and I watched as he got out of the car. I unbuckled my seatbelt and looked into my handbag and smiled at my handcuffs. I was pretty certain I was going to check that last box tonight as well. I was going to see Aiden on the bed and both of us would be wearing nothing but our smiles.

Chapter Nine

How Do You Tell Your Best Friend’s Brother That You Want Him to Dominate You?

“Would you like to have a glass of wine?” Aiden asked me as soon as I sat down on his couch.

“Yes, please,” I said, more because I wanted to check out his living room without me looking nosey than actually wanting some more wine.

“White or red?”

“Surprise me,” I said and slipped my heels off of my feet. I let out a huge sigh of relaxation as my toes sprang free from their confines.

“You okay?” Aiden took a step towards me and looked down at my feet.

“The heels were killing me.” I smiled and rubbed my toes and Aiden took another step towards me.

“Why did you wear them, then?”

“Did you see the look on the faces of all the men when I walked into the restaurant?” I grinned up at him. “Those looks are worth a little pain.”

“What about the look on my face when I saw you in those killer heels?”

“What look?” I asked softly as he dropped to his knees in front of me. I thought I was about to have a heart attack. What was he going to do next? A million different scenarios went through my head. For some reason, I kept picturing him pushing the skirt of my dress up, pulling my panties down, opening my legs and burying his head next to my womanhood and darting his tongue inside of me. I shifted on the seat slightly as I was starting to feel very excited.

“This one.” Aiden’s face came closer to mine, and I gasped as I saw the pure desire shining through his eyes. He reached down and grabbed my right foot and started to massage it and a jolt of lust danced around my body.

“What are you doing?” I moaned, unable to stop myself from trying to wiggle away from him.

“Making your toes all better,” he said in a deep voice as he dropped my right foot and then started massaging my left foot. “I can’t have you in any pain.”

“Oh no?”

“No.” He shook his head and bent his mouth so that he was kissing my toes. I have to admit that I was sitting on the edge of my seat. This was even more exciting than I’d anticipated. And then he took my big toe in his mouth and starting sucking on it and my panties immediately grew wet. I could feel an ache in my pussy as he sucked every single one of my toes, his eyes never leaving mine. The feelings of desire in my body had multiplied, and I felt like my body was made of jelly. “Are you feeling better now?” he said with a smug smile and stood up.

“Uh, yeah.” I nodded. “Now about that wine?”

“Should you really be drinking?” he asked softly.

“I had a glass of wine at the restaurant.”

“Yes, but do you really need a second?”

“Uhm, you offered.”

“I just want you to be completely with me tonight.”

“I am with you,” I said, my voice catching. Oh, my God, he’s going to ask me to be his sub.

“I’m just teasing.” He laughed. “I know you and Liv seem to think I’m a bossy-boots.”

“We don’t just think. We know. You’re very bossy.”

“Yet you’re still here with me.”

“Yes, I am.” I nodded. “Now go and get me my wine.”

“Now who’s bossy?” He laughed, got up and walked away. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” I called out and looked around his living room. Aiden’s apartment was absolutely huge. He’d moved in a few months ago, and I hadn’t realized that it was so luxurious. The floors were a white Carrara marble and warm below my feet as I walked around. There was a huge white shag rug in front of his black leather couch and his coffee table was all glass. There was a large expanse of windows overlooking the city, and I stared at all of the lights and cars before walking over to his massive bookshelves that took up an entire wall on the left of the room.

“See anything you’d like to read?” he asked as he walked back into the room with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“What do you recommend?” I asked and watched as he placed the bottle and glasses on the table and walked back over to me.

“Anything by Vonnegut,” he said and picked up a book called Slaughterhouse-Five. “And if you haven’t yet read Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury, you’re missing out.”

“Oh, okay.” I looked at the covers and smiled weakly. They didn’t look like books I would be interested in reading.

“What do you like to read?” he asked softly as he gazed at my face with a small smile.

“Mainly romance,” I said honestly. “I like some contemporary literature as well.”

“Romance?” He grinned. “Do you mean books with Fabio covers and lots of swooning women begging to be taken?”

“This isn’t the 1980s.” I laughed. “Fabio is no longer on the covers, and the women aren’t begging for anything.” I stared into his eyes and licked my lips slowly. “In the books I read, the women are domineering and taking what they want. In the books I read, the men are begging them to give them a chance.”