“So ready to please.” He murmurs, setting down his glass and raking a hand through his styled hair, turning it into an instant perfect mess.
I try not to bite my lip and instead, roll my eyes playfully. “What is it, Aiden?” I tap my heel against the marble tile.
“My maid is sick. Find me a replacement.” He looks out of the large windows in thought.
My heart sinks. “I’m so sorry. How long does she have?”
He cocks an eyebrow, studying me in amusement. “What? She’s not dying, Emilia. She can’t make it in for the rest of the week, so I’m going to fire her. Hire me a replacement.”
I scoff. “You’re joking right? I won’t do it.”
He stalks over to me, trailing his long fingers down my top. His hands graze the side of my breast as I try to keep my emotions in check.
“Do I need to remind you who is the boss here? That attitude of yours will get you nowhere here.” He smirks.
I step away from him. “Let me clean. She can return next week.” I say, with finality in my voice.
He crosses his arms. “I won’t allow it.”
I groan. “Please, she doesn’t deserve to lose her job.” I bat my lashes.
He sighs. “Baby, You’re mine. I own this company. I won’t allow it. Understand?”
I smack his arm. “There’s nothing wrong with honest work.”
He scans me before glancing out at the empty office. “No. No way are you–”
I give him the best puppy dog eyes I can manage. “No one’s here. Let me clean. I’ll do it after hours.”
“You can start with my office.” A slight smirk appears on his features.
I jump up and down before kissing his cheek. Thankful, he didn’t argue further but simply closes his door and returns to his desk.
“So, where’s the cleaning stuff?”
I open the closet he gestures to, grab a duster and make my rounds around the room. I’m on my tiptoes cleaning a mantel when he chimes in with amusement.
“You missed a spot.”
I roll my eyes, not bothering to turn around. “Where, if I may ask.”
“The coffee table against the wall below you.”
I step back and see that he’s right. Armed with a rag, I furiously wipe at the spot. “It won’t come off.” I groan in frustration.
Aiden laughs. “Move your arm in circles, babe.”
I obey. “Like this?”
“Yeah, baby, just like that.” A soft moan escapes from his lips.
Puzzled, I turn to see him in his chair, his dress shirt sleeves pulled up, stroking his length. His eyes are on me, caressing the outline of my curves.
I bite my lip at the glorious sight. I tug at my skirt, realizing it rode up at some point. I quickly walk over when he beckons me. He grabs the backs of my thighs, hastily pulling me onto his lap. My feet dangle over the sides of the chair.
“I can’t reach.”
He laughs. “You’re so fucking adorable.” He kisses my cheek, his hard length pressed against my slit.
“Isn’t this sexual harassment Mr. Scott?” I tease.
He plays with my hair. “You know, I did that once,” He murmurs.
I look into his eyes, trying to recall, but I don’t remember anything. Sadness rises in me at the thought of him with someone else.
“What’s wrong?” He rubs his thumb along my burning skin.
I bury my face in his broad chest, taking a deep breath. “Why would you tell me that?”
His eyebrows knit together. “That I jacked off to you before?”
“You what?” I tilt my head in confusion. “I thought you meant sexual harassment, like hooking up with one of your employees.”
He laughs. “No, baby girl. The only employee I would ever touch is you.”
I shake my head. “You’re lying.”
“Don’t tell me what I’m doing. If I tell you something, it’s the truth. Do you understand? Or do you need me to teach you a lesson?” He playfully takes the strap of my top between his teeth.
“You slept with Rebecca.” I remind him.
Realization dawns on his face. “Oh no, baby. She didn’t work for me then. I didn’t do shit with her after I hired her. I’m smarter than that.”
I raise my brow. “Smarter huh? What if I sue you?”
He looks me up and down before smiling wolfishly. “Take everything you want from me. Just let me fuck you.”
I shudder at his words. Then, I remember what he said. “What do you mean?” I lower my voice. “That you jacked off to me before. I don’t remember that.”
“You wouldn’t.” He caresses my swollen lips. “You were asleep.”
I look up at the ceiling in thought.
“You passed out in the car after the incident at the club. I was horny, so I stroked my cock while you slept. You’re so obedient when you’re not talking.” He kisses my bare shoulder. “I didn’t touch you.”
I believe him. But would I really care if he did? Not at all.
I blush furiously. I know I should be angry or bothered, but I’m not. The thought of him wanting me so badly that he touched himself while I slept turns me on. I can feel myself dripping. I lift up and look down. His cock is glistening. My panties are ruined.
He looks down and smiles. “You like that, huh?”
He pulls my panties to the side, swiping a long finger through my slit. I gasp in pleasure the second he touches my throbbing clit.
“Such a dirty girl. You like the thought of me doing that, don’t you?” He rubs faster.
I buck my hips, about to come undone.
His silky voice whispers in my ear, “Not yet. I want to see you bouncing on my cock.”
I gesture to my dangling feet with a blush. “I can’t reach the floor.” I feel so small in his arms, so feminine.
He growls deeply, wrapping a hand around my neck, and brings me close. “I’ll just have to bounce you myself.”
Aiden yanks my panties further to the side before lifting my hips. He positions me above his length, and I whimper when I feel him pressing
