Opulence (7 page)

"Fitness, a multi-billion dollar industry," he finished, urging me to go on.

"I majored in nutrition in college and thought I would try to put it to use. At first, I was just doing it for fun. I was a bit of a hobby enthusiast, you know, just passing the time and then it hit me. When I told you I catered to the wealthy, it wasn’t a complete lie. I researched the habits of the wealthy and learned that at least seventy percent of them exercise. So I narrowed it down even further and decided to design the program for wealthy women. It took me eighteen months to develop. One amazing meeting with the right woman and a few modifications later, and we introduced it to the general public. She convinced me that working class women would spend just as much on their vanity. She was right. Within a year, I was a millionaire."

"That’s incredible," he said, running his fingers through the water.

"No, Aiden, it’s not," I said with a sigh. "I haven’t been the same woman since. This wave is yours," I said, nodding toward the rapidly rolling water.

"It can wait," he said, waiting on me to finish. Instead, I took the wave again as he cursed me.

"Well, I am obviously not going to get any surfing done today!" he screamed as I made my way to shore. I gave him a smug smile as I lay on the sand, teeth chattering. A few minutes later, Aiden joined me. We lay staring at each other, our fingers playfully dancing.

"I think I know what my intentions are now," he said playfully.

"Oh, yeah, now that you know your new girlfriend is loaded," I said in jest.

He frowned. "Is that why you didn’t want to tell me?"

"Well, my last boyfriend, and, oh, my ex-husband didn’t fare so well," I said, looking at our linked fingers.

"Who says you’re my girlfriend, naughty little liar?" he said, leaning over to brush a kiss on my lips.

I tried to hide my embarrassment by turning over on my stomach and running my hands over the sand.

"Aiden, what do you want from me?" I whispered. He pulled me so I was lying on top of him.

"First, I just wanted a date, then I just wanted to have a margarita, and then I just wanted to take you surfing. Honestly, now, I would just love to spread your legs and lose myself for about a day, maybe two."

His mouth was on mine before I had a chance to reply. His tongue stroked mine repeatedly as I moaned into his mouth, hearing his answering groan. When we finally broke away, we sped to the car, racing back to his house. He carried me upstairs over his shoulder as I cried out loudly in surprise. When we got to his bathroom door, neither of us hesitated. He turned me away from him, pulling the zipper down on my wet suit and I turned around and did the same for him. We both pushed them off our shoulders and let them hit the floor, me naked beneath mine, him in swimming trunks, which he lost quickly. Every single part of him was carved to perfection. His beautiful cock captured the rest of my breath as my teeth began to chatter. He stood, appraising my body. I reveled in the way his eyes lit, burning embers searing my goose bump covered skin. He reached behind him, turning on the shower, then pulled me to him, quickly filling my mouth with his tongue. I traced the contour of his chest with my hands, anxious to get the sand off him so I could explore him with my tongue.

He pulled me into the steaming shower as we worked furiously between long kisses to get the sand off. It was everywhere as we repeatedly shampooed each other’s hair, still coming up with a handful of sand. We began to laugh hysterically as we used an entire bottle, finally coming clean. When all traces were gone, Aiden slid his thumb across my lip and I captured it, sucking mercilessly. The fire was back and there was no longer a smile on his face. It was replaced with need. He backed me up against the tile wall and held my hands on either side of my head.

"Leave them here," he ordered, pressing my hands against the tile. He took special care, tracing every inch of my body with his hands before replacing them with his lips. He took my nipple into his mouth, sucking with thirst as I arched my back, offering more. When he pulled away, he massaged my other breast in his hand as he spoke.

"Spread your legs." I obliged immediately. He reached up and pulled my hair gently so my throat was fully exposed to him as his other hand slid between my thighs. The brush of his fingertips on my clit had my knees buckling. He pushed me back up against the wall with force as his mouth covered my exposed throat. He stroked my neck with his tongue as he slipped his fingers inside of me.

"Aiden," I gasped as he stroked me without mercy, his fingers thrusting in and out while his thumb circled me. I felt the friction of his fingers as he roamed my neck with his kiss, overwhelming me. Tension built unbearably until I came with a cry as he pulled away from my throat, watching me come.

"Fucking beautiful," he said, slowing his strokes as I rode out my orgasm. He leaned in and kissed me before turning off the water and stepping out of the shower. He wrapped me in a large towel and carried me to his bed. Still reeling from the pulsing in my body, I was in a daze as he laid me down and began to wipe the water away. He started at my legs, swiping at the moisture, then planting hot kisses on the newly dried skin. I writhed beneath him, aching for his cock. He pushed my hands away as I reached for him, taking special care to dry me and then torture me with long silky kisses on my thighs. He spread my thighs wider as he cupped my ass, pulling me to his waiting mouth. My body jerked, my clit already sensitive from his touch. But his tongue made a fool out of his hand.

I moaned his name as he licked at me long and leisurely. I fisted his beautiful, blond hair, circling my hips as my orgasm built. He looked up at me as he tongued me, the heat in his eyes bringing his name across my lips in a prayer.

"This..." he said, sliding more fingers into me then licking me off the fingers he’d buried inside me. "This is so fucking good," he murmured.

"Coming," I said softly as my body shuddered. My orgasm seemed to last forever as Aiden continued to bathe me with his tongue. I gripped his hair and forced his head up when he made no move to stop.

"Please, Aiden," I begged. He leaned down, filling my center with his talented tongue, pressing my stomach as he pushed it in further. I fisted the sheets, my body spilling again for him. When he was satisfied, he brought himself back to me and I kissed him with so much fever he had to pull away to take a breath. Panting heavily, he looked down at me with so much need in his expression. I gripped him tightly in my hand, reveling in the naked feel of his impressive cock.

He reached over and dug through his nightstand, coming up with a condom. As soon as he was fitted, his body covered mine once again. He kissed me deeply and thrust himself inside as he invaded my mouth. My entire body arched off of the bed as he pulled out halfway and spread my legs further. He thrust again fully then stopped, letting me feel all of him. He stilled, so my eyes shot to his as he hooked my leg and pushed in deeper, filling me to the brink.

"To be deep inside this perfect pussy is what I want, indefinitely," he said, circling his hips as he pulled out of me and thrust in again. I came, digging my nails into his arms, begging for more. He kept his pace slow as he filled me over and over, his lips caressing my skin, sucking my aching nipples. I gripped his ass, pulling him to me as I wrapped my legs tightly around him. He moaned as I met his thrusts and I felt him quicken and swell inside me. He gripped the headboard behind me, grinding himself into me as I tightened again beneath him.

"Fuck, Nina, baby." He let go as I shuddered with him. He collapsed in a heap on top of me as I took the opportunity to explore his perfectly toned arms and back. I caressed him as he gathered his breath then he looked up at me with a heart-stopping grin. I smiled back as he took my lips in a soft kiss.

He disappeared into the bathroom and came out with baby wipes. I gave him a questioning look.

"If it’s good enough for a baby’s ass, it’s good enough for ours," he said with a chuckle.

"Sexy pillow talk," I said with a grin.

After a wipe down with the baby wipes, we both collapsed in bed. He wrapped his arms around me.

"You like this," he said holding me tighter to him.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Last night, when I held you," he said softly.

"You don’t miss anything, do you?" I said coolly, burying my face in the pillow, knowing he had heard me crying.

He pulled me onto his chest and held me tightly to him. "I like it, too." I nodded, trying to stamp down the emotion building as he looked at me so sincerely.

"Just do me a favor, don’t say things you don’t mean," I said, nuzzling his neck.

"Such a cautious woman, but at least I know why," he said, his fingertips putting me in a daze. He leaned in and whispered, "Thank you."

"Oh no, sir," I said, placing my hands under my chin on his chest, "I should be thanking you."

"That’s not what I’m talking about," he said with a smirk.

"I know," I said, planting a kiss on his chest.

We ate dinner on his deck that night. This time I put my skills to use and he was more than appreciative. I stayed another night at his urging, not that it took much effort to convince me. Before we went to sleep and after he’d had his way with me, he wrapped my arm around his waist. I guess it was his turn.

The next morning I woke to an empty bed. Apparently Aiden was an early riser. I had no obligations but knew it was time to make my exit. Freshly showered, I walked downstairs in the oversized t-shirt Aiden had laid out for me. I could only imagine the questions that would be circling around Carson’s head as I joined him at the car in sweats and high heels.

"Aiden?"

"In here," he called from the kitchen. The Red Hot Chili Peppers sang "Give it Away" as I observed him plating pancakes.

"Morning," I said with a smile. He looked up at me with a brilliant smile of his own, his eyes roaming me in his oversized t-shirt. The amber globes heated as I stood there thinking delicious thoughts of what we’d done last night. He seemed to be thinking the same.

"It’s about time," he said, rounding the counter. "I’ve been slaving away," he scorned.

"It looks amazing, really, but I don’t eat carbs," I said as he crashed into me, kissing me with a greedy tongue.

"I don’t give a fuck right now," he said, taking my lips again.

Whoa, he must be fond of t-shirts as well.

He walked me over to the breakfast nook and pulled off my t-shirt. He took a single finger and rubbed it between my thighs, feeling me ready for him.

"Are you on birth control?" he hissed through clenched teeth.

"Yes," I whispered back.

"I want to come inside you," he said as he plunged one, then a second finger inside me. My desire was audible as I panted. "I’m safe, Nina, but I’ll wait."

I shook my head. He instantly turned me around to face the table then lifted my leg so my knee rested on it. His hands roamed my back as I waited to be filled, aching and burning for him.

"I woke up craving you. I should have just taken it." I was instantly full as he slammed his cock inside me. He fucked me viciously as I braced myself on the table, moaning uncontrollably.

"I want to be the only man who gets this, Nina. The
only
one." He groaned as his thrusts picked up speed. I came loudly, begging for more as he thrust again and again relentlessly until he came minutes later, filling me in hot spurts. He wrapped his arm around me, rubbing his orgasm all over me, between my lips and up and down my drenched pussy. He circled my clit over and over, continually rubbing his cum on me and into me as he whispered, "I want you with me, Nina. I really want you with me," he said as he kissed my neck and I gave into his skilled hand. "I’ll worship this perfect body as long as you’ll let me." His hand slowly stopped and he led me upstairs so we could both wash off. I stayed silent as I thought about what he asked me. Yesterday I’d practically declared myself his girlfriend. Is that what I wanted? And just because he wanted to exclusively fuck didn’t mean he wanted a relationship. It was too soon.

I could be sexually exclusive...with Aiden.

"I’ve called my car. It’s probably waiting for me downstairs," I said, pulling on the jogging shorts I’d taken up residence in. Well, besides the nearly twenty-four hours I’d spent naked.

"Leaving?" he said, wiping off his chest.