Aiden’s hand slides along my back, and I press against him, heat building low in my belly.
“That feels good,” I pant out. “Right there. Oh—”
On the counter beside me, my phone rings.
I blink, glancing over at it. For a fleeting moment, I wonder what it could be, but that thought leaves quickly. I don’t really care right now.
But Aiden grins, his tone devilish as he stops thrusting. “Answer it.”
I look over my shoulder, my brow furrowed as my cheeks heat. “What?”
“Answer it. If you can,” he adds, his voice dropping as he challenges me.
He’s got to be fucking kidding. How the hell am I supposed to answer my phone like this? I sound like I just ran a marathon, my voice breathless and shaky.
But Aiden arches a brow, daring. I know he’s being playful, half joking—but I don’t want to back down. He likes pushing my buttons, and I like pushing his, and there’s a competitiveness between us that’s led to some of my most mind blowing orgasms.
So I stare back at him and reach for my phone.
“Hello?”
Aiden grinds against me as I answer the call, and I have to stop the end of the word from becoming a moan. I bite my tongue and glare at him, but the heat in my gut is tantalizing. I want to hang up and give in, but instead, I drag in oxygen through my nose as someone speaks on the other end of the call.
“Hi, is this Rose O’Reilly?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
Aiden slides out halfway and presses slowly back inside, and I bite my lip, almost drawing blood.
“Wonderful. Hello, Rose. I’m Danielle James, and I’m calling from the Smith Gallery in Boston.”
“Oh! Um, hi.”
“I’m calling today because we have an opening for an assistant to our curator, and we think you’d be a great fit.”
My eyes widen, and I try to grab the edge of the counter. Aiden is still moving, still teasing me with his hand as he slowly slips in and out of me. I have to use all my control to stop myself from moaning.
“I—I’d be thrilled to meet you, then,” I say, stammering as Aiden thrusts hard into me. I take a second to swallow back the pleasure before I speak. “I’d love to hear about the opportunity.”
Aiden’s cock pulses inside me, and I blink, trying to center myself. The woman is speaking again, and I have to focus.
“Fantastic. Well, let me talk to the director, and I’ll send you an email so we can set up an interview.”
“That would be great, thank you.”
“Sure thing. Is this the best number I can reach you at?”
“It is,” I say, cutting off the end of my sentence when Aiden thrusts into me again.
He’s making this impossible. I pray that the woman is almost done.
“Great. We’ll be in touch soon,” she says.
“Thank you so much,” I tell her. “It was good to hear from you. I’ll talk to you soon!”
I hang up, and Aiden pulls back and slams into me. I gasp, finally letting myself cry out as loudly as I want. He chuckles darkly, pulling out long enough to turn me and lift me up onto the counter, lining my thighs up on either side of his body.
“Did you do this?” I ask before he can slide back inside. My heart is pounding, both from the impending orgasm and from excitement about the phone call.
