together and he nodded once, abruptly. “You go work, baby. I’ll order us some food. Chinese or pizza?”
“Pizza sounds amazing.”
“You got a preference?” he asked. I watched in fascination as he took a bite of his cookie and closed his eyes, moaning in delight. “Damn, you bake the best shit.”
“Thank you.” I felt my cheeks heat at his compliment.
“Preference for pizza, babe?” he prompted.
“Um, right. No anchovies or mushrooms,” I stated.
“Got it. Give me a kiss and then go do your work.”
I kissed him and left him there to finish his snack while I practically glided to my office.
***
“Oh, my god, you’re good with your hands,” I moaned.
“Keep moaning like that, sweetheart, and I’ll find out just how good you think I am with my hands, and my mouth, and other parts of my body,” Aden replied suggestively.
“Mm, yeah, right there. Don’t stop.” I tilted my head to the side to let him gain further access to the knot in my shoulder that he was currently massaging out. This was after I had finished paying all of my bills and making lists for stock orders. I had also made a call to Louisa and confirmed I could fill her order for her husband’s birthday. She decided to go with a whopping one hundred and fifty cupcakes, half of them chocolate, the other half vanilla, and all frosted in his favorite football team colors. It was going to be a big job, but thankfully I had eight weeks’ notice.
“Scarlett,” he growled my name. A warning. It felt so good, I didn’t heed his admonition, and I whimpered when I felt the knot release. “If you moan like this when all I’m doing is rubbing your shoulders, I can’t fucking wait to see you fall apart when my cock’s deep inside of you.”
My breath hitched and a shiver ran through me as he whispered the sexy words into my ear. I couldn’t wait, either.
“Aden,” I whispered desperately. He spun me around in my office chair, and right in my line of sight was the prominent bulge in the crotch of his jeans. I eyed it hungrily before licking my lips.
“Scarlett,” he growled in warning once again. His hands rested on my shoulders and then travelled slowly down my arms in a leisurely seduction. When his fingers reached my hands, he threaded his digits through mine and helped me to stand. Pulling me into his arms and kissing me deep until all of the oxygen was sucked from my body, I had to pull away to draw in a precious lungful of air. Even with my face pressed against the crook of his neck, I could still taste him on my lips, in my mouth. He tasted like the pepperoni pizza he had delivered for dinner, mixed with the peppermint flavor of the mint he had chewed on moments before when he was massaging me. My hands were around his neck, while one of his was buried in my hair and the other gripped my ass. I melted against him like I couldn’t get close enough, and he held me tight like he didn’t want me to disappear. It was electrifying. Like nothing I have ever experienced before in my life, and all we had done was kissed.
“You’re so sexy, Scarlett,” he murmured, as he ran his lips across my forehead while squeezing my butt.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. West,” I replied softly as I ran my hand down his chest. He was still wearing his work uniform, and he looked delicious. The top two buttons of his shirt were open and I could see the promise of a light smattering of dark chest hair poking through. Suddenly I had the urge to rip his shirt wide open, sending buttons flying, so I could tangle my fingers in the hair before tracing his nipples with my tongue.
“That look in your eyes, baby… I know exactly what you’re thinking.” His voice was hoarse, and I pressed myself into him deeper, feeling the hard ridge of his erection resting against my stomach. “You make it damn hard for a man to control himself,” he muttered.
“Maybe I don’t