Scream For me

Aaron gasped. Where were my words coming from? God, the alcohol had obliterated my filter, and I was saying things I would never say when I was sober.

“Did you just call me unapproachable?” Aaron asked. A smile played around his lips.

“Sorry,” I said and pressed my fingers against my lips. “I just…I don’t know why I’m even saying all of these things. I don’t usually say what I think like this.”

“Is that supposed to make it better?” Aaron asked. His eyes filled with laughter. He was laughing at me. “I’ll have you know; everyone wants a piece of this.” He gestured to himself.

“People just want to be with you because of your name,” I blurted out.

Aaron laughed and shook his head.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“Oh, God. I’m just making it worse, aren’t I? You’re going to fire me if I don’t quit. I have no choice now. I’ll just have to”

Before I could say anything else, Aaron grabbed me and kissed me. I froze, blinking at him. His arm held me tightly against him, and his lips were firm. I should have pulled away. We were fighting, and I’d said terrible things…but this was like a dream I’d had, and I didn’t want to pull away. So, instead of breaking the kiss as I should have, I melted against him and kissed him back.

“You’re sexy when you give me shit,” Aaron said through our kisses.

“I think there’s a lot fundamentally wrong with what’s happening here,” I said, breaking the kiss.

“You talk too much,” he said and kissed me again.

“But”

“Shut up and kiss me, Jade,” Aaron ordered, pushing me against the wall next to the bar. He ground his hips against mine, and I moaned softly. His tongue slid into my mouth and whatever I might have wanted to say, whatever arguments I’d had prepared, flew out of my mind.

My body responded to him. Heat washed through me, and all I could think about was wanting more.

When Aaron broke the kiss, I tried with the last bit of willpower I had left to do the right thing.

“We shouldn’t do this,” I breathed.

“You’re right,” Aaron said, nodding.

A part of me sank at the idea that this was it. It was over. The right thing to do is to tell him to stop, I told myself. I wasn’t going to be just another one of his girls. Even if it felt right to be with him. I had to be mature about this; I had to think long-term. He was my boss, he was Aaron Steele, he was

He turned away from me and hailed a cab. “We can’t do too much out in the open.”

“What?” I asked in a breathy voice.

A cab pulled up in front of us, and Aaron opened the door for me.

“We’re going to my place.” “Where’s Ben?” I asked.

“He’s staying over at my parents’ place. He loves visiting with grandma and grandpa.”

I climbed into the cab, and Aaron slid in next to me. When the door shut, the car pulled into the road, and Aaron slid his hand onto my leg as if touching me was the most natural thing in the world. Although his hand was hot, branding my skin, I shivered at his touch.

His fingers drew circles on my thigh as he moved slowly upward. My breath caught in my throat when he leaned into me and kissed me again.

Why did everything with him feel so right?

It’s the alcohol, I told myself. It had to be because none of this could be right.

“Stop thinking,” he murmured through our kisses.

“What?”

He pulled away a little. “You’re overthinking this.”

“You should be overthinking it, too.”

“I overthink everything,” he said and planted kisses on my lips in between his words, punctuating them. “When I’m out without Ben, drinking, knowing that I don’t have to wake up in the morning and be a dad right away, I stop thinking. I allow myself that courtesy because, God, I’ll drive myself insane. You should do that, too. Stop thinking.” He slid his hand onto my breast, and I gasped. “Just feel.” His logic made all the sense in the world.

We rode the elevator to the penthouse at his apartment building and crashed through his door, tangled together. We stumbled and tripped over each other until we were in his apartment, and he’d kicked the door shut.

He tugged at my clothes, undressing me. I unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off his shoulders, pushing it to the ground along with the blazer he wore. I’d stopped thinking about everything in the cab, and all I wanted now was to have him on top of me, all over me, inside me. I ached for him.

Aaron walked me toward the living room, and we collapsed on the couch together. I was down to only my underwear after he’d peeled my pants down my legs and tugged my shirt over my head.

He planted kisses down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. I gasped and moaned when his lips found the delicate skin on my breasts. He pulled down one cup of my bra and sucked my erect nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it, sucking and kissing. I moaned as he sucked on one nipple, his free hand kneading and massaging my other breast.

When Aaron ran his hands around my waist, I arched my back, and he unclasped my bra and tossed it to the side. He dove back in, kissing, licking, and sucking my breasts and nipples until I’d been reduced to a trembling puddle of need.

Aaron abandoned my breasts, working his way down my body. He planted kisses on my ribs, and my stomach, and licked a line along the waistband of my panties. He hooked his fingers into them and pulled them down.

Aaron spread my thighs with his hands when my panties joined my bra somewhere on the floor. He glanced up at me with dark eyes, filled with a primal need before he lowered his head and closed his mouth around my pussy. I cried out when he flicked his tongue over my clit, trembling as his onslaught sent jolts of pure pleasure through my body. I pushed my hands into his dark hair and bucked and rolled my hips against his face, riding him as he sucked me.

I crept closer and closer to an orgasm, pleasure growing at my core.