Chapter 81 - WILD DREAM

SIENNA.

I was so anxious that I could barely catch my breath, so I lashed out, stomping my foot.

"Are you kidding me right now? I mean, what the heck, Aiden?"

"The only sensible thing to do is to make the most of the situation," he said, exploiting my frazzled nerves.

With every word he spoke, I felt progressively worse about everything.

"I thought you’d want to take legal action or something," I said.

"And why would I do that?" he questioned. "It’s free publicity."

"Oh really? When I arrived here, your assistant couldn't even look at me. For me, it’s different." I shot him a glare.

This hit home. His eyes darkened.

"My assistant? Is that what you’re saying?" His lips thinned as he pondered this. "Do you want me to fire her?"

"What? No! I'm not that spiteful. I just... I feel utterly humiliated. Maybe you don't have friends or family, but I do, and when I see them again, this will be the only thing they remember. It's mortifying."

"I have family," Aiden shouted. When I heard his voice waver a bit, I knew I had struck a chord. I tried to dismiss it.

"It doesn't matter. When you slept with me, did you ever consider the possible consequences?"

Aiden looked at me for a while. His deep, chocolate eyes, set against his handsome face, were contemplative.

"No. My answer is no. You're right. I should have," he finally admitted.

I relaxed a little, crossing my arms.

"Yeah, well, think about it next time."

That made him smile. Suddenly, he pushed back from his desk and stood up, catching me off guard.

"I can't promise that, though."

His smooth, predatory stride awakened something primal in me as he circled his desk. I felt like a complete fool.

"Why won't you make that promise to me?" I asked. He moved closer, looming over me, reminding me of our first encounter in this office when he enchanted me. He hadn't forced me to come; he just touched me, igniting a fire inside me that I had to extinguish on my own as soon as I was alone. Just thinking about it made me feel hot.

I didn't want to be and tried to think calmly and logically, but it felt like my reason had leaped off a cliff since Aiden entered my life.

He had me utterly captivated.

His enticing hazel eyes gazed down at me.

"I'm sorry, Sienna. I’ll try to consider the potential fallout of my more extroverted urges in the future."

He extended his hand and let his fingers trail down my cheek. I was speechless as I looked up at him, just wanting to collapse into his arms. It would be so easy. It was incredibly difficult to resist a strong man.

He bent down and kissed me, making me gasp. His mouth was gentle, warm, and inviting. My body heated up from the intensity of his kiss, and I loved how his arms felt around me. Large, firm hands traced my spine, moving up and down my back, squeezing my backside. I melted against him as our bodies collided.

He pulled away briefly, holding my head in his hand. His desire-filled eyes roamed my face as if searching for something.

"I could just lose myself in you, Sienna!"

Tears suddenly welled up in my eyes, but he kissed me again, his magical touch hiding whatever wonderful, gentle truth I was about to discover. I closed my eyes and surrendered to his enchantment.

"You know, it’s really not fair," he murmured against my lips, pulling back slightly to look into my eyes. "How easily you fall for me."

"Stop it, Aiden," I whispered, feeling a mix of anger and longing. "This isn't a game."

"Isn't it?" he teased, a smirk playing on his lips. "You love the chase as much as I do."

"You're wrong," I shot back, trying to maintain my composure. "I want stability, not this constant turmoil."

"Stability is boring," he said, his voice dripping with mockery. "You crave excitement. Admit it."

I clenched my fists, trying to hold onto my anger.

"I crave respect, Aiden. Something you seem to have a hard time giving."

His eyes flashed with irritation and amusement.

"Respect? Is that what you call it when you storm in here, demanding things from me?"

"You hurt me," I retorted, my voice shaking. "You don't get to turn this around on me."

He sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, Sienna, always the victim. Maybe you should take some responsibility for your own feelings."

I felt a surge of fury.

"How dare you! You think this is all my fault?"

"Not all," he conceded with a mocking tilt of his head. "Just most of it."

"You're insufferable," I snapped, stepping back from him.

"And yet, here you are," he taunted, closing the distance between us again. "Unable to stay away."

"Maybe I should," I challenged, though my resolve was weakening.

"Maybe you should," he echoed, his tone softer now, almost wistful. "But you won't."

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Because I can't help myself," he admitted, his expression turning serious. "You're under my skin, Sienna."

"Then show me you care," I pleaded, hating how vulnerable I sounded. "Prove it."

He paused, his gaze intense.

"I will. Just give me a chance."

I looked away, struggling with my feelings.

"I don’t know if I can believe you."

"Then let me make you believe," he said, his voice firm and sincere.

Before I could respond, he pulled me into a gentle embrace. His touch was soothing, but my mind was still a whirlwind of emotions.

His body brushed against mine before he pulled away, kissing my neck and running his hands along my ribs as if he could envelop me entirely. As he knelt before me, I sighed, my fingers entwining in his thick, dark hair.

I wasn’t wearing underwear, just a long silk skirt. I rarely wore pants anymore, having grown accustomed to his touch. I got a little nervous, but then Aiden’s fingers started tracing up the back of my thighs and I forgot all about it.

He lifted the hem of my skirt slowly, pressing a warm kiss on my upper thigh. Then, he let the skirt fall back as his hands gripped my ass, massaging eagerly. His tongue delved between my thighs, warm and moist against my clit. His gentle, persistent rhythm continued until my knees buckled, and I opened up for him.

He lifted me onto the edge of his desk, spreading my thighs with his hands, exposing me to the cool air.

"Lean back," he instructed, parting my pussy’s lips with one hand.

The way his eyes darkened as he looked at my intimate folds told me everything about his desire. I could feel his hard erection through his pants.

"You are stunning," he said, easing the pressure. He placed one long finger on my clit, making slow, tiny circles. My body trembled, but I couldn’t stop myself. In his hands, I was pliable. I threw my head back and let him fill me repeatedly. His relentless circles sent waves through my legs and abdomen until I gasped and moaned, sprawled out on his desk, climaxing in quick, short bursts.

He pulled my skirt off and let it fall to the floor, lifting my shirt over my stomach until it bunched around my breasts. He stood and unbuttoned his trousers with a smooth motion.

"Lie back," he instructed, and I complied. I had no desire to resist him. I only wanted to relish our time together. He lifted my legs parallel to my torso, his hands encircling my ankles, pressing them together, and exposing my pussy again. I lay on the desk, relaxed and ready, while he bathed his cock in my slick fluids.

He didn’t enter me. Instead, he moved his cock between my legs, rubbing against my clit. His arms tightened around my legs, and I held onto his desk. My world narrowed to the space between my legs as his smooth head repeatedly slid against my clit. Each thrust made his belt rub across my ass, and I squirmed, longing for him to take me. He was addictive. I was using him like a drug.

He stumbled on his next stroke, moaning before pushing even harder. Quick bursts of warm cum splattered on my stomach. I moved, craving more, and he reached down, shoving a finger into my pussy without a word. He stroked me vigorously while his cum dried on my skin and his cock stayed hard and hot against my clit.

I pushed and stretched, and within seconds, I was coming again, my world merging with his.

When I was done, he fastened my shirt, covering me. He helped me up, supporting me as I struggled on shaky legs. To hide the stain on my shirt, I tied my leather jacket around my upper body. Aiden kissed me again before letting me go.

"I apologize, Sienna," he said. "I’ll be more attentive in the future. You should share this on social media. It might even boost your sales."

"You think so?" I asked, a bit dazed.

"Absolutely," he replied, a sly smile playing on his lips. "People love a good story."