Page 60 of Princes of Hollywood

I’m literally here to help him in any way I can. I go into the bathroom as he drags his belt out of his shorts. After taking care of cleanup, I take my shorts off, fold them, and set them on the counter.

When I open the door, Aiden is in the bed, lying on his back. His eyes are open. I turn out the light and shut the door before edging around the bed to the other side. If I thought my bed was comfortable, this mattress is next-level dreamy.

“I’m not sure how you don’t immediately fall asleep on this.” I snuggle down under the covers.

His chuckle sparks something low and hungry inside me. He hasn’t kissed me. Hasn’t touched me intimately. But I want him to.

But I don’t want to derail his recovery.

“Stop thinking so much and come here, little warrior.” He holds out his arm, and I don’t hesitate to take his hand. He draws me closer.

“I don’t want to mess things up for you.”

He settles me against him under the crook of his arm and pushes my head down onto his warm pec. “You won’t. You may be in charge of keeping me clean, but it’s still my responsibility, not yours.”

Capturing my knee, he draws it over his. My hand rests over his solid heartbeat, and I release a sigh.

“You can say no to them if you want.” His hand brushes over my hair, soothing me.

“Do you want me to say no to them?”

He chuckles. “I don’t know. It’s pretty hot watching them make you come.”

I squirm against his side.

“Did you like it?” he asks.

The darkness blankets us while the ocean drowns out all the other noises, making me feel isolated with just him.

“I did.” I can admit that, especially to him. I stifle a yawn.

“Good.” His word follows me into sleep.

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I wake to a tickle on my forehead and a thigh pressed against my pussy. His breath brushes over my lips. When I open my eyes, I can barely make out the structure of Aiden’s cheekbones and nose in the darkness. His hair against my forehead is what woke me again.

We’re curled together, even on this huge bed, like we can’t get close enough to each other, especially in sleep. I release the breath I’m holding and trace my hand along his chiseled jawline.

Aiden Clyborne sleeps with me. Roarke Flynn has given me multiple orgasms. That would be amazing to me by itself, but add in Wyatt and Mason and I’m in a tailspin.

My need to be wanted is fulfilled, but the fear lingers in the back of my mind. The fear of losing their interest. Of them no longer wanting me. Am I just an oddity they want to take apart and put back together?

I know this isn’t long term, but how will I feel when they all move on? I’ll still have to live here with them. Can I watch Roarke with another woman?

I guess that’s why they offered me all that money. The money that could really give me a fresh start. I can go anywhere in the world with that kind of money. The bonus would be spending a couple of weeks experiencing sex like I never have before. On my terms.

And then do my job.

Make sure Aiden remains sober. Clean and straighten their lives so they don’t have to worry about anything else. So what if after they finish with me they want to date other women? Maybe I’ll date after they’re done.

Maybe I’ll find a nice, normal guy who isn’t a douche bag like Chad. I cup Aiden’s jaw, and my focus falls to his lips. Sparks light up along my fingertips. What would it be like to kiss him? To be kissed by him?

Mason hasn’t kissed me yet, either, but I know how his finger feels buried inside me. How his words can work me into a frenzy.

“Such a noisy brain you have.” Aiden’s eyes open as he smiles. “Thankfully, it’s peaceful when we sleep.”

He captures my hand before I can draw it away and touches his forehead against mine. He takes a deep breath and releases it.

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