“Don’t you think you’re being a little extreme, Aiden?” Titus, the assholiest of ass holes among our group is giving me grief over insensitivity.
“I don’t think it’s extreme when it comes to her safety. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe, even if it means saving her from herself. If I were in Preston’s shoes, at risk of losing her, it wouldn’t be outside my realm of morals to tap her sister’s phone.”
“Brother, listen to what you’re saying. You are not her husband, and she is not yours to protect in that way. Sure, we were hired to keep her safe, but your duties have to stop somewhere. It seems to me you’re crossing some lines right here.” He taps his hand over his heart and I have to laugh out loud.
“You are insane if you think I have any ulterior motives on keeping her from calling her sister.” My hand clenches and Titus doesn’t miss it.
Lifting both of his hands in a placating gesture, he tries to reword his previous statement. “All I’m saying is that you seem to care for this broad, and that’s not like you. A job is just a job. You never get pulled in and think with your heart. But with this girl, it’s like she has a hold on you.”
I shake my head, unwilling to even entertain what he’s suggesting. She’s Clara’s little sister. I never slept with her, but I sure as hell did plenty. The fact that I forgot about all that, and dove face first into Charlotte’s delicious folds should give me pause.
It should. But it doesn’t.
“Shake your head all you want but the facts speak for themselves.” It’s his turn to shake his head as he mumbles under his breath. “Another one bites the dust.”
“Who bit the dust?” Charlotte walks into the kitchen, glancing at the table where Titus and I are sitting.
“Nobody. Titus is making up stories in his head.” Rubbing my hand over my face, I attempt to change the uncomfortable mood in the air. “Have you checked your email? Thompson sent over the agreement as well as a copy of the protective order.”
“Oh!” Charlotte puts down the glass of water she’d just filled. “That means I can call my sister, right?”
Titus has the balls to chuckle. Shooting him a death stare, I answer. “I really rather you not, but if you feel it’s necessary then I’d like to listen in to make sure nothing gives away our location.”
Charlotte’s entire demeanor changes. From warm and cheerful to cold and closed off. “I’m a grown woman who knows how to conduct herself discreetly. I don’t think I need a chaperone to talk to my sister.”
“Last time I checked, I was the security expert here.” I stare right into her mocha eyes, daring her to fight me, but Titus breaks our contact.
“Okaaaay, I’ll leave you two love birds to it. If you need me, I’ll be a phone call away.” With a salute, Titus makes his exit.
Coming at me, Charlotte’s full five-foot-three looms over my chair, pointing her index finger into my chest. “If you think you can control who I talk to, you are dead wrong. I’m done with people telling me who I can and can’t talk to. If you have a problem with that then maybe I need to hire someone else for the job.”
My nostrils flare and my breathing speeds up. “Listen here, Charlotte. You can throw your little tantrum, but if I tell you I’m going to do something, then damn it, I’m going to do it. I’m one of the best in my field, and I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe. That includes putting up with your tantrums and bullheaded ass.”
Her mouth slacks open and my dick can’t help but twitch, thinking of all the naughty things that little mouth of hers can do. As if my hand has a mind of its own, my thumb traces the contours of her lips before plunging into her wet mouth.
Charlotte closes her lips around me, sucking with nothing but sheer hunger in her eyes, her tongue swirling around my digit before withdrawing it and biting the tip.
Growling, I place my hands on her hips, bringing her down onto my lap with either leg straddling me. As soon as her apex hits the bulge in my pants, Charlotte lets out a whimper.
Knowing what she needs, I begin to rock her into my length, giving her that sweet friction she’s after.
“Aiden…”
My name on her lips sends a current of warmth rushing through me, making my chest expand and melting my icy heart. “Yes, princess?”
“You feel so fucking good.” A mewl at the end of her claim has me attacking her mouth with uncharted desperation. I need to taste her like I need air. Our lips and teeth clash, needing to consume every bit of passion between us, chasing that fleeting moment of rightness before the darkness of our reality destroys our bliss.
“Mmm, baby.” Dragging my lips from her mouth, I nip at her jaw before continuing my path down her neck and biting.
“Ahh. More.” Her words come out in a hushed pant as she grinds herself on me, stopping and rocking forward when her center meets my tip—the pressure of which sends me spiraling into a needy pile of man, feral and hungry and not giving a damn about our situation or our surroundings.
Grabbing her by the ass, I lift her and carry her to the counter, making her sun dress ride up past her thighs and exposing the drenched lace that lies underneath. Fuck. I’m a goner.
The evidence of her desire lies before me, and if I had any shred of reservations, this shuts it down.
Charlotte locks eyes with me, her small hand stroking me over my pants. Once. Twice. And then a third before sliding inside my slacks, her soft skin caressing my hard length and causing a bead of pre-cum to escape.
Licking her lips, Charlotte bends forward giving me a delicious view of her gorgeous tits. Full and round, perfect for sucking.
Pulling me further into this hurricane of lust and emotion, Charlotte’s lips reach the exposed tip of my cock, her pink tongue peeking out and licking the wetness from my slit.
Like a beast that’s lost all control, I growl, grabbing her by the shoulders and laying her back down on the granite. Charlotte props herself up on her forearms as her eyes follow my hands, tracing down her torso past her thighs and down to her knees where I spread her open wide.
Taking my hand, I set myself free, giving myself two hard and hungry pumps before bringing my throbbing cock to her lace.
I stroke her over the fabric, the sensation and friction causing her to arch her back and moan.
“Daaaaddddyy!!!!” A tiny voice breaks into our bubble of lust.
“Shit.” I mumble as I tuck myself back in and Charlotte lowers her dress just in time.
“Max won’t share his tablet!” Matt runs into the kitchen, his face red from having been running. No doubt chasing his brother in an attempt to retrieve the damn tablet.
Letting out a breath of frustration, I keep my body facing the counter. The last thing I need is to traumatize anyone with a view of my aching erection.
Charlotte catches on, hops off the counter and faces my boy. “How about I help you go look for yours? That way you won’t have to use your brothers. Hmm?”
Matt beams up at Charlotte as if she were a superhero. “Sounds like a plan.”
I chuckle. He can sound like such a grownup sometimes that it makes me miss the days when he was so little he fit right in my arm, like a little baby football.
Babies. What the fuck was I thinking!? Not only was I just about to fuck Clara’s little sister in the kitchen where anyone could have walked in on us, but I was about to go in bareback.
My father would be rolling over in his grave. If he taught us anything, it was to always wrap it up. Moretti men have been hunted by hungry women, trying to get their claws into our family fortune. A baby wouldn’t be beneath many of them.
Shaking my head, I give myself a mental slap. I know Charlotte isn’t like that, but still. She’s a married woman for fuck’s sake. The last thing she needs is to get pregnant by another man while undergoing her divorce. What a fucking field day that would be. I can see the headlines now…
Senator’s wife cheats on husband and gets pregnant with Lover’s baby.
No. I could never do that to her. Nor would I want to give Preston an out like that. The bastard deserves to pay for his actions.
I’ll make sure of it.
