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I can tell when she’s close—her hips lift from the bed and her fingers tangle in my hair—every little movement and sound making me that much harder, that much more desperate to fuck her. But I’m determined to hold out until I’ve reduced her to a shaking mess against my tongue. Her stuttered breath has turned to whimpered pleas ofmoreandright there, and I hold her steady as I work her clit with my lips and tongue to push her over the edge.

“Aiden.Aiden.Keep—right there—oh. Don’t stop.”

She doesn’t fully let go until I slide two fingers to dip inside her, keeping her full while I devote all my attention to the taut bud between my lips. I’m still thinking about filling her with something else when we’re done here, and that’s enough to have me dizzy when her fingers grasp at my hair. She makes a pretty sound when she comes, a quiet gasp that seems to come from deep inside her, and her entire body trembles and shakes as she falls apart.

It’s fucking beautiful.

I don’t stop until she’s actively pulling me away, whimpering my name over and over as she says she can’t take any more. I lift my head to see her flushed face, feeling out of breath and too warm as she smiles at me with glazed eyes.

“That was... something.”

I turn my face to slide against her thigh, wiping my mouth on her skin. “I feel much better.”

“I’m happy to be of service,” she murmurs. “Come back anytime.”

I’m laughing when I crawl over her, running a finger down one side of her open pajama top before dragging it over her chest that still heaves slightly. “I’ve got something else in mind now.”

“Well.” Her arms wind around my neck as she pulls me down closer. “Whatever makes you feel better, Mr.Reid.”

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CHAPTER 13

Cassie

Even after a blissful night of orgasms, it’s hard not to be a little tense the following morning. I keep checking the clock on the kitchen stove as I count down until the time that Iris is supposed to arrive this morning, left to my own devices since Aiden ran out to the gym. (I suspect his convenient absence during Iris’s visit might even be on purpose, although he avidly denies it.) I am placating myself with remembering how excited Sophie is to see her aunt.

By the time the doorbell rings, I’m downright jumpy, and I shoot up from the couch even as I hear Sophie bounding down the stairs and rushing past me down to the first level as I toddle after her. Iris always looks different with Sophie—her terse demeanor fading in the embrace of this lovable little girl, and I can’t help but wish I could find some bridge tothatIris. I know it would do this entire household a world of good if I could somehow drawthat side of her out more. As expected, her expression changes when she notices me lingering at the bottom of the stairs, giving me a curt nod as she breaks away from Sophie’s grasp.

“Hey,” I offer, giving an awkward wave.

Our last encounter is still fresh on my mind, and I imagine the same can be said for Iris. It makes for a tense greeting, that’s for sure. Especially since all the things she had insinuated about me have turned out to be decidedly true.

Another nod for my trouble. “Morning,” Iris answers.

Sophie notices the gift bag in Iris’s hand then, squealing excitedly. “Is that my present?”

“Yep,” Iris says with a grin. “Do you want to open it?”

“Yes!”

Sophie snatches the bag greedily, flouncing away from the both of us as she skips up the stairs back to the living room, leaving Iris and me lingering in the entryway. I clear my throat as I rub my arm, trying for a polite smile.

“Have you eaten? I was going to make breakfast soon.”

Iris shakes her head. “That’s okay,” she tells me. “I had a bagel on the way over.”

“Oh, okay.”

There is another long span of seconds where we both just stand there, until I decide I can’t take it anymore. “Hey, about the other day—”

“I should apologize,” Iris cuts in.

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