Page 22 of Done with You

The bear didn’t move.

He tapped a little harder.

All the bear did was grumble.

Aiden cleared his throat, then shoved the man’s shoulder a little.

He stirred, grunted, and groggily opened his eyes. “Eh?”

“I need to piss, dude. Sorry.”

The bald gorilla rolled his eyes, then took his sweet-ass time unfolding himself from his seat. “Should have thought of that before I fell asleep,” he rumbled as Aiden carefully maneuvered past Oona’s purse on the floor and the bald man in the aisle.

If you choose the aisle seat, then you need to be prepared to get up for people. That’s just the way it goes. And how the fuck was Aiden supposed to know when Frankenstein’s monster decided it was nap time? Did he pass around his sleepy-time schedule and forgot to give it to Aiden?

Fuck him.

Aiden murmured a thanks, then made his way down the aisle.

It was nighttime outside now. The flight left at three o’clock, and since it was almost the winter solstice, it was dark earlier than ever.

His brother’s wedding was on Christmas Eve—terrible time for a wedding—but apparently, he and his bride-to-be met on Christmas, so they wanted to come full circle. But Jordan asked Aiden if he could come out a week early to help with wedding stuff, attend the stag, and spend some time together to reconnect. Jordan even offered to let Aiden crash on their couch. Not ideal, but he’d slept in worse places.

He got to the bathroom, and holy shit, there wasn’t a line. Both stalls were occupied, though, so he resisted the urge to cross his legs and waited as patiently as he could.

The click of the lavatory lock disengaging made helium fill his chest and his bladder squeeze. Then, of course, because fate was a miserable bitch, who should be in the bathroom and ready to exit, but Luna Love herself.

Her brown eyes went wide in surprise when she saw him, and she sucked in a breath, inflating her chest and pushing out her tits. Like they were made of fucking magnets, his gaze was drawn to her chest, where he knew she had raspberry nipples that were probably beading that very second. But just as fast as she grew surprised, she replaced the look of shock with one of irritation. And that just pushed his need to piss to the back of his mind and ignited something feral deep down inside of him.

Before he could stop himself, he stepped forward, crowding her and pushing her back into the lavatory.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Her hands landed on his chest.

She glared at him, but the way her pupils dilated, her chest rose and fell rapidly, and her nostrils flared, he could tell that it wasn’t panic or fury causing those physiological reactions—it was arousal. Her tongue darted out and slid along the seam of her lips. “Aiden!”

If he offered her a fuck right now, he was ninety-nine percent sure that even though she hated him, she’d have her pants around her ankles in record time. The noises she made and the way she came when they were together told him so much about her.

She was a little closet sexpot.

An uptight bitch on the outside, a wanton little slut on the inside.

Leaning forward, he sucked in a deep breath, pulling her floral, nutty scent deep into his lungs. But that only made his cock twitch and his balls ache.

“What. Are. You. Doing?” she bit out, dropping her hands from his chest, which only propelled him even closer to her. Close enough to count each gold fleck in her irises—if he wanted to. Close enough to kiss that beauty mark beneath her right eye—if he wanted to.

He lifted a brow at her, and the same side of his mouth hitched up, as well. He had no idea what he was doing, but he knew he was getting a kick out of pissing her off. Out of seeing her so flustered. Out of knowing he aroused her so easily. “If I told you to turn around, bend over, and stick your ass in the air, you would, wouldn’t you?” he said, leaning forward, so they were close enough that his nose bumped the side of her cheek.

“N-no.”

The stammer proved she was lying.

He was trained to detect when people were lying, and right now, everything about Oona Young said she wanted him to spin her around, pull down her pants, and take her from behind.

He inched forward until his mouth was near her ear. “Still dreaming about my tongue on your clit, Dr. Young?”

She pulled in a sharp breath, shivered, and closed her eyes. He smiled in satisfaction, but that only lasted a second before she placed her hands on his chest again and shoved him hard backward. “Get out!”

Smiling at her sufficiently ruffled feathers, he rolled his eyes. “Pretty sure it was my turn in here.”

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