He pulls me into his lap so that I’m straddling him. I don’t think falling over as you try to undress falls into the seductress category. When my eyes meet Aidon’s dark gaze, I see the lust there. His nose flares as he slowly releases his hold on me. He drops his arms, his hands gripping the edges of the chair as he leans back once again.
His motion causes his hips to rise and his hard cock to brush up against my sex. I let out a moan at the contact. It’s only seconds before I feel myself begin to rock back and forth on him, trying to get the friction I need.
“Panties off if you’re going to rub your cunt on me.” I scramble off his lap. He releases his hold on the chair, his hands coming up to grab my hips, but he stops when he realizes I’m doing as he told me. I pull the dress up over my head, tossing it to the floor before I go for my panties next. I might as well go all in if I’m going to do this. I want him to see all of me.
His hands go back to the legs of the chair. His grip is so tight on them I hear the wood creak loudly under his hold. A thrill runs through me that he’s having to fight to control himself. The laid-back demeanor he had earlier is long gone.
I lick my lips and step back toward him. He parts his legs giving me all the room I might need to get close to him. I put my hands on his shoulders to balance myself. There are no rules against me touching him. My nipples tighten more, and I feel myself grow wetter from the heated look in his eyes.
“What do I smell like?” I ask.
“What I would guess heaven smells like.” I lift my hand, running my finger down his jaw. He tilts his head only a fraction, leaning into my touch. How can he be so deadly at times but then have these hints of sweetness? This must be part of his plan. Maybe he’s trying to seduce me too? I’m just unsure how that would actually help him.
“I suppose then this will be the closest you’ll ever get to knowing.” I don’t think men like Aidon get to go to heaven. No, he’s the devil himself.
I lift my leg over his so that I can drop down onto his thigh. He closes his eyes for a long moment. I remember what Sasha told me. Less can be more when it comes to a man.
She said teasing them was the way you get them to do what you want. That you need to get them so worked up that they are out of their minds with need for you. That means not rubbing myself against his cock no matter how good it feels. It doesn't mean I can't rub myself on other parts of him. His thighs for example. I didn't know thighs could be sexy until he leaned back in the chair with his long legs stretched out, his dress pants hugging them.
“Then make it good, angel.” His thigh flexes, and I moan, shifting my hips to rub myself against him. “Make yourself come.” I spread my legs wider and roll my hips back and forth. Aidon lets out a groan as I start to move faster, the pleasure growing.
“Aidon.” I moan his name, wishing he could touch me. I want his mouth on me, his hands grabbing me. Instead I drop my face into his neck, breathing him in as I press my mouth there. His whole body jerks.
“I want to see you,” he growls out. It’s too late. I'm already coming. The orgasm hits me hard. I sink my teeth into his neck at the unexpected rush of pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. My hips keep rocking against him drawing out the pleasure until my whole body melts into him. My eyes fall closed as I release my teeth from his neck.
I bit him. I open my eyes and see the mark on his throat. He doesn't say anything, but his heavy breathing fills the room. Slowly I lift my head to look at him.
“Sorry,” I say, licking my lips.
“You will be.” What does that mean? Before I can ask, he stands, lifting me with him. He carries me over toward the bed, dropping me down quickly. My eyes go to his thigh, and I see the wet spot I left on his slacks. “I’m sending lunch up. Eat it.” He turns, heading back toward the elevator. Once again leaving me all alone
Chapter 7
Aidon
I make a quick change of my clothes before going down to my office. Kailler arches her eyebrows when I walk in but is smart enough not to say anything. Maybe she senses I’m in a piss poor mood and likely to bite off the head of anyone who looks at me cross-eyed. The minute I sit down, she approaches with the first report.