Page 42 of Heat Exchange
Alarm?
No.Promotion ceremony.
It took her a while to type her reply.
So you’re wearing your dress uniform.Ilike that look on you.You should model it for me sometime.
He chuckled, trying not to laugh loud enough to attract attention.
Ithink it’s against regulation to use my uniform as a sex prop.
Even for me?
We can talk about it while you give me that blow job you still owe me.
He could almost picture her eyebrow arching as she read that, and the way the corners of her delicious mouth would turn up in a smile.
If you’re ever lucky enough to have my mouth on your dick,you won’t even manage a coherent thought,never mind making words into a sentence.
Even though he was on the other side of Rick’s truck from the crowd and his coat was probably long enough to conceal the instant hard-on, Aidan turned his back to them.
This will be the most uncomfortable ceremony ever.
She sent back an emoticon that was sticking its tongue out, and thenOops,sorry.
“Hey, Hunt, let’s go,” he heard Porter yell.
They’re calling me in.Talk to you later.
Have fun.
These shindigs were his least favorite part of the job as it was. Suffering through it without thinking about Lydia and blow jobs was going to be almost impossible, which meant it would be an exercise in having enough self-control not to squirm in his seat.
Sure, it was going to be all kinds of fun.
* * *
LYDIAFELTBONELESS, trying to catch her breath with her head hung over the side of Aidan’s bed. The manreallyknew what he was doing between the sheets.
When he came back from the bathroom, she heard him chuckle before he lifted her up and slid her around so her head was on the pillow. Then he climbed in and spooned himself around her.
“I needed that very badly,” he murmured into her hair. “I swear today was endless. And sitting in that ceremony thinking about blow jobs didn’t help, just so you know.”
“You’re the one who brought them up.”
“I just don’t want you to forget that you owe me.”
She laughed. “Someday, when you least expect it...”
He was rubbing her hip with his left hand, but then he draped his arm over her body so he could hold her hand. Their fingers slid together and she smiled. They fit well together in a lot of ways.
“I told Ashley I wouldn’t be home tonight,” she said. “Is that okay?”
“Admit it. You just want to sleep on my sheets.”
“I was hoping you wouldn’t figure that out.” She squeezed his fingers. “I don’t think I’ve ever met a single guy with sheets like this, though.”
He laughed. “They were a gift from my mother. I can ask her the thread count or whatever if you want.”
