His eyebrows rise, but he shrugs. “I didn’t do much.”
“Aiden.”
“You’re more than qualified,” he says. “You’ll be great at it. And I’ve already made sure you'll have lots of maternity leave.”
I laugh once, short and breathless. “I can’t believe you.”
I pull him to me and kiss him. I’m giddy from the news, overwhelmed by the opportunity and the love I feel for this man, for what he did for me. I know he did it because he understands that I want this more than anything else, that it’s always been my dream.
Aiden runs a hand along my thigh and slips into me again. I sigh, breathy and content, and let him pull me closer. He fills me completely, hard and sure.
“You did pretty well keeping your shit together on the phone,” he growls, heat and amusement gleaming in his eyes. “I think I need to do a better job of making you fall apart for me.”
I gasp when Aiden pulls my hips toward him, driving into me. He thrusts a few times, until I’m slick and panting. I can feel tension building in me again, my muscles straining and everything in me waiting for more.
I hold on to his shoulders as he fucks me, his cock slamming into me and making me clench around him. I dig my nails into his skin as he groans, his hand sliding across my lower back.
“Fuck, Rose. God, you’re tight.”
I gasp when he hits just the right spot, sparking a wave of pleasure inside me. Aiden pulls my legs farther up, over his shoulders. I let my body fall back onto the counter, the marble cool against my skin. I barely hit the countertop before he starts to move again, fucking me like he’s trying to prove a point.
I can feel my orgasm building, feel the pleasure growing inside me. I hold on to Aiden’s arms as he starts to move faster, groaning as I tighten around him.
When it finally hits me, I cry out and arch my back off the counter. I tighten around Aiden as he comes too, filling me with heat as I shake. The orgasm rolls through me, making every muscle in my body tense and release.
I breathe heavily once I get my bearings again, blinking as I watch Aiden pull back. When he slides out of me, it feels like a loss. He grins, and I slowly push myself up.
I don’t know if I can walk. My legs are so shaky. Aiden grins as he helps me off the counter, his arms strong. He lifts me with ease and lets my feet hit the ground, a towel ready in his hand. He smooths it over my body as I catch my breath.
“That live up to your expectations?”
“More than that,” I say, laughing. I push my hair away from my face, combing my fingers through it.
Aiden’s smile is more fond than mischievous this time. He takes a strand of hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear, his hand careful. “You flatter me, wife.”
I smile and rest my hands against his chest as he holds my hips, standing before me at ease and happy. This is happier than I’ve ever been, and I can’t believe I’m here with him now. This was everything I used to dream of, everything I thought I’d never have.
“Husband,” I say, enjoying the word on my tongue. “No flattery. Just the truth.”
Aiden leans down to kiss me, slow and soft, but before we can get started on round two, his phone rings. He pulls back, sighing, and I laugh.
“Maybe I should blow you while you’re on the phone. It would only be fair.”
Aiden smirks, reaching across the counter for his phone. He doesn’t seem to hate the idea at all. “You think so?”
I slide to the ground, kneeling on the towel I dropped, and look up at him. “I think so.”
His eyes flash, something dark and ravenous in them. I let him lean back against the counter as I slide my hands along his thighs, waiting. I won’t touch him until he’s on the phone.
“Hello?”
He answers the phone, and I smile as I hear the muffled sound of the voice on the other end. I’m pretty sure it’s one of his brothers.
I start to move my hand up his leg, closer to his cock. I can’t wait to see how quickly I can get him hard. I’m ready to tease him as much as I can, just at the right time.
This will be fun.
Before I can do anything, I see his expression change. The playfulness in Aiden’s eyes drains away, going from amused to cold. There’s something sharp in his features, something that isn’t desire.
