I gasp.
“No way he will fuck with you again.”
“That’s a little scary, Aiden.”
“That’s how you make sure people don’t fuck with you, baby.”
“I’m a little more turned on right now that I even was in the restaurant when you went all alpha on that BFC. Now, I want to drop to my knees in the middle of the street and give you reward head.”
He barks out a laugh. We’re approaching the front of our building.
He bends and throws me over his shoulder. I squeal as he strolls through the lobby.
He sets me on my feet inside the elevator.
“Elevator head?” I offer, dropping to go to my knees.
He catches me by the armpits and hauls me back up.
“No. Cameras,” he says.
“Ohhhh.” I give him a nod. “Glad you’re on top of that.”
He shakes his head in amusement.
We get inside and I’m undoing his shirt before he’s got the door locked. I get up on my toes to attack his mouth and smell the cigarette smoke and I rear back. “Let me go slip into something more comfortable, okay? You go clean out your ashtray mouth.”
“Sure, baby,” he says and takes our dessert bag into the fridge.
I sit on my bed to get my shoes off because bending over to do it makes me too woozy. So, I get one shoe off, but that was hard work so I decide to take a break before I tackle the other one. I lay back and post our selfie on Facebook. We look good. And we look happy. We’re all dressed-up fancy and we’re both smiling and cuddly. And then I post our goofy selfie, too. And that’s the last thing I remember doing.
***
It’s Saturday. I wake early with Aiden in my bed. He’s naked. I’m down to my bra and undies. I’m not sure if he took my dress off or if I did. I’m about to roll away to go to the bathroom and get the taste of yuck out of my mouth, when he reaches over and grabs me by the waist.
“Hey, Curly. Where do you think you’re going?”
“To brush my teeth.”
“Then what?”
“Coffee?”
“Wrong.” His eyes are closed. He’s naked. He’s naked and Aiden Jr. is awake.
“Breakfast?” I try, smiling.
“Depends on what you’re havin’ for breakfast.”
“Um… sausage?” I try.
He snickers and smiles with his eyes still closed. “Right answer.”
“Be right back,” I say, and I slip across the hall to the bathroom.
When I come back, he’s on his back and his hand is on his beautiful hard cock. His eyes are open, and he watches me get to the end of my bed. I climb up.
“Good morning,” I say.