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He secured a towel and began wiping me clean before untying me. He untied me and pulled me from the chair and turned me to face him.

“You were amazing baby,” he said leaning down to kiss me softly on the lips. He leaned back and looked into my eyes. “Are you okay with everything that happened?”

“Yes,” I replied. Probably too quickly because I really wasn’t sure.

“Good. Kiss me.”

I lifted my face to his. He sealed his mouth over mine, kissing me deeply.

CHAPTER TWELVE

The drive from
Seducente
was vastly different from the drive there. I was snuggled against Aiden’s chest. He planted soft kisses on my head ever so often and I reveled in what had just happened. I couldn’t believe that I went along with all of that. The clothes, the unknown, the role-play and anal? All in the span of a few hours. I couldn’t help but wonder what he thought of me now.

“So now that you’ve obtained what you so sedulously pursued, what’s next?” I asked.

“Although you did present an immense challenge Miss Cason, I realize that the larger challenge is to keep you,” he replied. I didn’t expect that and I didn’t know how to reply. Keep me? I thought this was only about sex. Had things changed?

“Spend the night with me,” he said. I froze; I’d never spent the night with a man before. It violated my Fuck Rules.

“Aiden, I have work tomorrow and I need time to rest and to process this...whatever is going on with us and I don’t suspect I’ll be able to do that when I’m near you.”

“That is precisely why I don't want you out of my sight for the next several hours.”

I looked up at him. Staring into his eyes, there was no way I could deny him anything no matter how much I sensed I needed to.

“You have a tendency to over think things Aria.”

I looked away to regain my sanity.

“Fine, if you won’t stay with me, I’m staying with you,” he stated.

“No,” I replied.

“Ok then.” He pressed a button on the side panel. “We’ll be going to the penthouse instead of Miss Cason’s.”

“Yes, sir,” the driver replied.

Aiden released the button looking at me as if daring me to object, which I didn’t.

This was bad. Really bad.

“Tonight was amazing,” he said looking down at me.

“For me too. It was definitely not at all what I expected.”

“Exactly what did you expect?” he asked.

“I honestly was clueless.”

We both laughed.

I sighed.

“What is it?” he asked.

“If you insist on doing this your way, as you seem to do everything, I would much rather be in my own surroundings.”

“Whatever you want sweetheart,” he replied and announced the change to the driver.

The limo stopped in front of my building. Aiden looked down at me before the driver opened the door. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“Since when?” I asked, incredulous to his claim. He had made a habit of making me uncomfortable since the first day we met and he fucking knew it.

“There’s that sarcastic wit of yours. That’s going to cause that sweet little ass of yours a lot of hurt one day,” he warned.

“Oh, you mean more than what I experienced tonight. I hope not because I don’t think I could take much more.”

He was suddenly serious. “Aria, did I hurt you tonight? You said you were okay.”

“Of course it hurt Aiden but not in the sense you mean. I actually liked it more than I can express. I was only kidding.”

He looked at me disapprovingly. “Don’t kid about shit like that,” he reprimanded, grabbing my hand and pulling me from the car.

Geez, excuse me for having a sense of humor.

We entered the lobby of my building; it felt odd. Silas looked up and quickly lowered his eyes. I'd lived here for almost three years and never had a man accompanied me home. I was certain that Silas was just as shocked as I was to actually be walking in with a man on my arm. 

We reached the elevators and Aiden pressed the up button for my floor and we stepped inside the elevator.

He looked at me and smiled his contentment. “Thank you,” he said looking at me before leaning down to plant a soft chaste kiss on my lips. I'd decided that when it came to kisses from him, they should never be quick. They should always be slow, long and deep…but who was I kidding? Any closeness to him at all was mesmerizing.

“For?” I asked.

“Tonight. You did as I asked with everything and I know that was especially difficult for you.”

I laughed. “For me maybe but not for Virginia,” I replied, somewhat to myself than to him.

“Did I miss something?” he asked, confused.

“Nothing. Just an internal joke,” I replied.

“Well let me in on the joke.”

“Well,” I hesitated.

“Well nothing. Tell me,” he said.

The elevator doors opened and I reached in my purse for my keys.

“I was referring to my...uh..sex.”

I looked at him waiting for him to question my sanity but he laughed instead.

“So you've named that treasured gift?” he asked.

“Well, yeah. She’s quite the character at times and I didn't want to refer to her with vulgarity so I gave her a name.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes. Don't tell me you don't have some type of reference or name for your equipment.”

“Equipment? Why such a mechanical name for something so rare and pleasurable?”

“Is that what you think it is?”

“I know you do.”

Hell yes I did. I didn't understand how the hell he was still single. If I were not a commitment-phobe, I would never let this man out of my sight.

“You have no idea of my thoughts on that Mr. Wyatt.”

“I have a pretty good idea but I would prefer you tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“Your thoughts on my “equipment” as you call it.”

“What? Do you want me to inflate your ego even more than it already is? I don't think the world could handle much more of that Aiden.”

“My powers of deduction lead me to think that you are very impressed with it.”

“I didn't say that.”

“You didn't have to. Your body does. Virginia especially does. She's extremely responsive.”

“Is she?”

“You know it.”

“Ugh!”

“What?” he asked laughing.

“So if you had to give it a name, what would it be?” he asked.

“Hmmm. Let me think. You’ve described it as rare and pleasurable. Any other descriptors?”

“Sovereign, majestic, supreme- you know all of the standard terms,” he added smiling.

“Just stop. It sounds as if you already have a name in mind, King Aiden.”

“Is that what you're going to call me the next time I'm fucking you?”

“Do you want me to?” I asked.

“Do you want to?” he asked.

I looked at him and the sexy way he was looking at me literally made me weak. He was a sexy, sexy man and that sexiness enveloped every fiber of his being.

“Back to your question. I have a name. But before I tell you the name, I need you to know that it's based on what
you
think, not me.”

“Ok, so what is it?” he asked.

“Kingston,” I said.

He smiled. “I like it.”

“I figured you would. It fits everything you've described it as being.”

“It fits everything you know it to be sweetheart.”

He was so arrogant at times.

“I'm going to let you in on a little secret.” He leaned over and kissed my earlobe as he whispered. “If recent events are any indicator, Kingston and Virginia are going to be very, very close friends.” He pulled me into a kiss. This time it was the slow, deep, long kiss I preferred.

*****

I awoke for the second time the next morning. The only difference being that I was in bed alone this time. I reached toward the bedside table to turn off the alarm on my cell phone and discovered a note.

Good morning Princess,

Although I would have preferred waking up with you, I needed to get home to change for work. I would have never thought it possible to enjoy lying beside you as much as being inside you. To my surprise it was. I’m crazy about you.   

I'll see you soon.

A.

Swoon. This man was just too much. I smiled, stretching and moaning at the soreness which reminded me of last night. He had stretched and pleasured almost every opening of my body and the mere thought of him made me ache for more.

Last night was incredible. After we had settled in, Aiden suggested I pretend he wasn’t there, as if that was even remotely possible, and do what I would normally do if he wasn't there. That part was easy- a long relaxing bath. I retrieved a bottle of wine and two glasses and walked to the bathroom. He insisted on sitting in “quiet observance”, as he labeled it, while I bathed. That quiet observance only lasted about two minutes. As soon as I’d run my fingers over my breasts with the sea foam sponge, he was undressing and joining me in the tub.

That was the first time I had actually seen the full glory of his body in the flesh and I was salivating to say the least. Of course, I tried to play it cool as I admired him but it was difficult. He was perfect, well maybe not perfect because perfection didn't exist, but if it did, it would only apply to this amazing man. He watched me as I watched him. His manhood hung, heavily in the neatly man-scaped area that I couldn’t tear my eyes from. His cock was beautiful; just like every part of him. His thighs were lean and muscular and his upper torso, which I’d had the pleasure of ogling in St. Barts, was a work of art.

He smiled slowly as he walked over to the tub and bent over to kiss me. He motioned for me to slide forward. He stepped in and settled behind me. He reached for me, guiding me back to recline on his contoured chest. We were both silent. I heard his calm heart beat; it soothed my racy thoughts enabling me to soak in this tranquil moment. I never imagined him wanting this type of connection with me; it was surprisingly comforting but did I really want this? I wanted the sex to which we had both agreed but we didn’t specify anything further. This closeness was blurring the lines and I needed to clear that up as quickly as possible.

We sat like that for several quiet moments until he spoke. He asked about my interests outside work, my family and friends. I didn’t really have many interests other than music and traveling. I told him that my family was something I didn’t really care to discuss and well the only person I considered a real friend was April. I learned that he too was an avid lover of music and art. He was musical – playing the piano and guitar. I told him that I would love to play an instrument. He asked which, I told him piano and he made an offer to teach me which I graciously accepted. I asked him what it was like to grow up so quickly- he’d graduated high school at the age of thirteen. He’d never had a girlfriend until he was twenty- one because it was always so awkward given the fact that he was around girls who thought it odd to have someone so young around them, they saw him as a younger brother. When he was in college, he did meet a few girls but his parents never approved. They had introduced him to someone to whom he had a fleeting interest and even though if felt forced, he had continued to date her in an effort to please his parents. I sensed then that he had issues with doing what they expected of him. I didn’t say anything to that effect of course. We talked until we were both wrinkled and the water was nearly cold.

“We need to get you to bed Miss Cason. It’s late and you need to be on your P’s and Q’s tomorrow if you’re going to keep your intern on his toes.”

“Oh, yes. My intern. He has turned out to be quite the interesting hand-full.”

“Oh, he has, has he?” he asked laughing. We both washed, helping each other with our backs and stopping occasionally to share a tender kiss or a sensual touch. He stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist and another he opened for me to step into. I reached up to kiss him softly on his lips “Thank you,” I said.

“For what?” he asked, staring down at me.

“For tonight. For everything,” I replied.

“Are you mocking me?”

“No, why would you ask that?”

“Because I said the same thing to you earlier.”

“Well, can’t we both be thankful? Besides, I am thanking you for something different.”

“Okay. What?” he asked.             

“For encouraging me to let my hair down. For being everything I didn’t expect.”

He looked at me questioningly but before he could ask I pulled from his embrace and walked to the bedroom realizing that I shouldn’t have said that. I could think it, but I couldn’t say it aloud. No, definitely not aloud. He was breaking down my defenses and as badly as I wanted to keep them up and keep him at arm’s length- I couldn’t. Not anymore. But that didn’t mean I needed to tell him.

I slipped on a nightie and he slipped in the bed beside me – naked. Virginia, who had been questionably quiet during the bath, was wide awake and wanting.

He pulled me close, laying my head on his chest and let out a content sigh. He kissed the top of my head.

“Goodnight Aria.”

“Goodnight.” Virginia was disappointed and so was I. I was exhausted though. So maybe sleep was best. I yawned and drifted off in mere seconds.