Page 4 of Sinful Negotiations

He rode the edge of his limits always wanting more, and it taunted him being just out of reach. He wanted her in his bed every night and every morning, imagined having breakfast with her, and seeing her skin flush from long, hot baths.

His life wouldn’t allow it, so the fantasy angered him to no end. There was no place for romance in his world. He didn’t need the complication of a serious relationship, especially with Tessa, and especially now.

He told himself she was only an infatuation that would pass, but the desire hadn’t. The way she crossed her legs and tucked her feet beneath her office chair drove him insane. At any given moment he imagined crouching between her legs and stroking her with his tongue, and he didn’t care who knew. The lines continued to blur and reshape with Tessa always on the other end.

Their attraction was a palpable, living thing, but no one said a word although he'd noticed a few questionable stares and sly smiles. They wouldn’t dare challenge him. Her uncle was another story. Never mix business or a case with pleasure, he reminded himself.

“I have other plans tonight,”lit his phone screen, and his rational thoughts burned to ash. His eyes lifted the exact moment she rounded the corner for the door to the stairwell.

He couldn’t stop even though he knew the plan, studied it, helped prepare it, and was a key player. No one denied him, especiallyTessa.

Chapter 4

“Oh, hell,” Tessa whispered, when he left his office, but excitement pulsed in her veins, and flames ignited in her core. She wanted this, incited him with that denial, and adored sneaking around. Temptation incarnated stalked her in the form of an over six foot two, determined, hot ass man.

She chuckled to herself when she entered the stairwell and descended two flights to a floor currently under renovation. A room used for storage seemed like the perfect place for hate sex. In two minutes, warm hands grasped her waist, searing her skin through the silk of her blouse.

“Are you wet for me?” His voice tickled her ear, and she smiled at the implication. Thighs and ass tensed when his fingers traveled along her spine, and his breath warmed the back of her neck. Tessa wanted to turn, but his other hand gripped her hip, refusing to allow the pivot. His cock pressed against the seam of her ass as he rolled his hips. “I’ve wanted to fuck you all day long.”

“You’re a dick.”

He chuckled against the back of her neck even as the warm hand on her hip slid upward along her ribcage, grazing the side of one breast. Her back arched at the initial contact, and she inhaled a deep breath before relaxing into his caress.

This was the man she adored.

She waited for his next move, spasms and tingles traveling between her nipples and her pussy, rippling along her skin like the heat from a fire. Every touch and every breath sent her soaring higher into his seductive web.

“We need to end this, Aidan.”

He growled in her ear but didn’t bother to reply. Two fingers freed the top three buttons of her blouse, deep breaths warming her earlobe as he worked. His hand dipped inside the material and beneath her lacey bra, stroking and fondling her breast untilher nipple hardened in his fingers. She hissed when he pinched the nub and yanked her bra aside, cool air caressing her flesh.

“One more time, Tessa,” he hoarsely whispered in her ear.

His fingers continued their assault, pulling and pinching the bud until she pressed into his ass, rolling her hips, and begging for his cock. Pain, pleasure, and need couldn’t be separated in Aidan’s arms. She gasped when he squeezed hard, and only then did he rub the sting away. “I’ll make you feel better with my mouth.”

She whimpered when he finished, or at his words, not quite ready to end the foreplay, encouraging him to repeat the action. “I hate you.”

“Hate me all you want. It doesn’t change anything.” Wet lips pressed against her neck, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin while his fingers continued playing with the erect nipple. She tilted her head, allowing him better access and grinded her bottom into his hard length. Shivers raised on her flesh when he groaned in approval.

“Fuck baby,” he growled against her throat, and lightly bit the tender skin.

Tessa grabbed his hand, holding it against her breast, and used her other hand to reach behind and between them to stroke his dick.

The hand on her breast slid lower, fingers massaging her stomach, the tip of one flicking the diamond stud in her bellybutton, before dipping beneath the hem of her slacks and the front of her thong.

“I want you to come undone on my hand, Tessa, so I can smell you on my fingers and coat my lips in your juices. I want to taste you all day long, anytime I think of you, and know that I made it happen. This pussy is mine.”

“No, it’s not. I fucked another guy two nights ago.”

“Liar. I know everything about you,” he murmured, licking the skin between her neck and shoulder. “But it wouldn’t matter if you fucked three guys. This pussy is still mine.”

That he made her his business thrilled her, and she pushed his hand lower to her sex. The instant his fingers grazed her clit, she pressed into his hand. “More,” she commanded, tossing her head back against his chest. He chuckled against her throat, but dipped one finger into her channel, followed by two, and pumped her with the long digits.

Tessa closed her eyes and rode his hand without shame. His palm pressed against her clit and his fingers set a punishing pace, stabbing deeply, relentlessly penetrating her pussy, and bringing her closer to the edge with each thrust.

The echoing sound of fingers plunging into her wet sex echoed off the walls along with their rapid breaths. She reveled in the sensations, adoring the way he controlled her body, giving herself to the wicked experience.

“Pull your pants down before I rip them off.”

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