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There’s no way I’m stopping now. Not until I feel him shatter before me. I keep coaxing him toward his own release, loving that no matter how he fights it, my tongue will win this battle. With a cry, he comes in a hot rush, growling through his orgasm.

After spending another minute providing post-release torture, I meet his gaze, licking my lips for effect. The truth is that the man is delicious.

He stumbles back, catching himself against the table as he catches his breath. “Holy fuck,” he murmurs, running a hand through his hair as he fights to regain some semblance of control.

With a sexy smile, I pop a grape in my mouth, rising on tiptoe to tickle his lips. “Are you hungry now? Did that work up your appetite?”

“I’m ravenous… for you.” Aidan takes back control as he grabs me about the waist, guiding my legs around him. He nuzzles my mouth, delivering tiny nips to my lower lip.

Without a word, he walks us to the bedroom, lowering us to the mattress. He slides his hand along my slick skin, so wet and desperate for his touch.

I writhe against him as he sinks his fingers inside me, his gaze focused on my face. “It’s my turn, sweets. Do you know what this gorgeous body has done to me these last weeks? What you’ve done to me?”

“Show me,” I manage, as Aidan flips me on top of him, pulling my pussy to his waiting mouth. “Oh, yes,” I moan, his hands banding around my thighs as his tongue wraps around my clit.

Aidan is tireless as he works me over, his tongue sinking deep inside me before returning to the delicious torture of my clit. I knot my hands in his short hair, earning a grunt of approval. My toes curl as I press my body ever closer to his mouth until pleasure rips through me, exploding across every cell.

I fall to the mattress, my breath coming in heated pants. Aidan climbs on top of me, his erection pressing deliciously against my stomach as our addiction to one another demands to be fed. Grabbing a condom from the bedside table, he tears it open and slides it down his length before plunging deep inside me.

I lock my legs around his waist, my hips meeting his every thrust. Then I slow him down, squeezing around him as his face contorts from the exquisite feeling. On and on, we play, bringing each other to the brink before backing down, only to repeat the torture all over again.

Suddenly, his hands wrap around my hips, arching them up as he pulls all the way out before plowing back inside me. He knows I’m right there, and he’s determined to push me off that cliff.

With a scream, I grip the sheets, my entire body tingling with pleasure. Moments later, Aidan comes, a shout escaping his lips as he collapses on top of me.

“Well, you are just fabulous,” I whisper, unable to wipe the smile from my face.

“Chloe, I can honestly say you are the best I’ve ever had, and I plan on several more helpings this weekend. Actually, I plan on several more helpings tonight.”

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The man isn’t kiddingabout being ravenous, but I hardly mind. In between our sexual Olympics, we spend time hiking, cooking, and relaxing in the hot tub. I was right; the view is spectacular, and I don’t mean the mountains.

Seeing Aidan by my side, that smile on his face before he kisses me, feeling his arms around me while we doze, are pleasures I never knew I’d experience in this life.

The truth is that Aidan hasbroughtme to life. Now, I plan on returning the favor with the fiercest love I possess.

He’s worth every ounce.

Chapter 13

Aidan

I’ve had good sex before. Hell, I’ve had great sex. But there’s something about being inside Chloe—every back-bending, toe-curling moment—that I can’t get enough of.

Seriously.

Men think about sex pretty much all the time. An eighty-twenty split. With Chloe? It’s ninety-nine percent of the time, and even that one percent involves her somehow.

The woman consumes me. She’s fantastic. Everything I never knew I needed in my life. Not only is she the most talented lover ever, but she’s also my best friend. Chloe has become inseparable from my girls, and I’m not sure who loves her more—them or me.

We spent the Christmas holiday together as one big, happy, extended family. Chloe is a master with buying presents. She’s not one of those gift card queens. She puts a ton of thought into every gift, right down to the wrapping.

She shocked the hell out of me with a Martin guitar. I’d been eyeballing the beauty on our last few visits into town, but I never dreamed she would buy it for me.

Of course, my gift to her wasn’t too shabby, either—brand new leather armchairs for her almost completed reading nook. They cost a pretty penny, but they’ll look incredible next to the fireplace.

Then, just to make her smile, I sent her to the most expensive spa in the area. The woman never treats herself, so I made certainIdid.

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