“Aiden…” My voice lifted as I came in a scream and he gripped my thighs tightly, pinching the skin as he poured into me with a rough, “Nina.”

§§

Halfway between a shower and the bed, we found ourselves in a tangled mess in the kitchen, and I was suddenly face to face with a very hungry and exasperated Aiden. I laughed as he threw a fit over the type of food I kept in my house.

“There is nothing here!”

“There is plenty there. I just went shopping,” I said, crossing my arms with a smirk.

“What the hell is this?” He held up a bag of low-carb wraps, and I burst out laughing.

“It’s bread.”

“The birds wouldn’t even eat this shit,” he griped, finding a container of raw peanut butter and grabbing a spoon.

“It’s healthy.”

“Iphts shbit,” he said through a mouthful of peanut butter, making a face of complete disgust when the taste hit him.

“Yeah, I should have warned you that’s not exactly sweet.” He glared at me as he downed his water, chasing a mouthful of flax seeds and raw peanuts.

“I’ll be more than happy to send Carson to get you a Happy Meal, cry baby,” I taunted, naked aside from his boxer shorts that I rolled around my hips after our last bout of sex.

“No, it’s fine,” he said, seemingly unsatisfied, his nose wrinkled. He looked gorgeous in his dress pants and bare feet, his hair still covered in product but thoroughly picked through by my greedy fingers. His skin was perfectly kissed by the sun, his hands battered from his guitar. I wanted him again as I watched his face contort with each new item he studied and tasted. “I’ll just eat this,” he said, pausing to read the label, “carrot and hummus healthy snack pack.”

“Good for you. A wise choice at three A.M.,” I said, shaking my head in mock approval.

“Listen, I’m all for keeping that beautiful body of yours in shape, but this has got to suck,” he said, eating one carrot covered with hummus and tossing the whole thing in the trash.

“It’s how I do it. It’s to stay small and healthy, Aiden. It’s not just about vanity.”

“Cook for me, then. Make me something out of all this shit in here, and I’ll be the judge if it’s edible.”

“You want me to cook for you, now, at 3 A.M., half naked in my kitchen?”

“Why not?” He looked at me expectantly.

“Unless you walk on water or you just replicated your penis and now are the new King Tut, you are asking too much.”

He stalked toward me, and I chuckled as he sat me on the counter in front of him.

“My cock is not enough for you?” His voice was low, threatening. I looked into his eyes filled with hunger as he watched my nipples draw tight.

“I think you know exactly what your cock is to me,” I said, leaning in to kiss him. He pulled away, dodging my kiss.

“Someone is cranky when he’s hungry.” I leaned in, kissing his chest, tonguing the dark, black pattern that shadowed his pectoral, and trailed my kiss up to his neck. “I love the way your skin tastes.” I saw the bulge in his pants and looked into his eyes.

“I’ve fucked you six times since we walked through that door, Nina.” I couldn’t read his expression, but I knew it wasn’t good. I backed away, giving us both space to breathe.

“I don’t know what to say.” I lowered my head. “It’s the way I am.”

He looked me over carefully. “He conditioned you.”

“Sorry?” I was completely confused.

“Your old Dom—”

“Dom?” I laughed and shook my head. “I’ve never had a Dom.”

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