The Proposition (The Proposition #1)(23)

Aidan sucked in a breath when she flashed him a view of her lacy thigh highs. “Damn, those are sexy,” he murmured.

After she slipped off her panties, Emma eased her skirt back down a little and stepped over to him. She would have loved to smack the smirk right off of his handsome face. The amused glint in his blue eyes told her he was enjoying her embarrassment way too much. With more force than she needed, she knocked his legs apart with one of her knees. She then bent over him, bringing her fingers to his belt. His erection already tented his pants. After quickly unzipping him, she started to ease down onto his lap.

“What no foreplay?” Aidan asked, his voice vibrating with humor.

She scowled at him. “This isn’t about getting off. It’s about getting what I want,” she countered, her hand slipping into his underwear to grip him around her fingers.

“Sorry babe. But if I don’t get off, you don’t get what you want.”

Rolling her eyes, she guided his erection between her thighs. As she slid slowly and deliciously down the length of him, Aidan groaned and brought his lips to her neck. Once he was all the way inside her, he licked a moist trail up to her ear, sucking on her earlobe. “Hmm, someone’s so wet and ready for me without even a touch. I must have some effect on you, babe.”

Emma ran her fingers through his hair, jerking his head up to meet her gaze. With a smile, she said, “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s clearly biology. It’s the hormones and estrogen, not you, that’s got me this…”

He gripped her h*ps tight, his fingers splaying into her flesh. “Say it.”

She hesitated before whispering, “Wet.”

Aidan growled and thrust his tongue into her mouth. Emma shifted her rhythm to ride him faster. His hands eased from her h*ps to the waistband of her skirt. After he untucked her shirt, his determined fingers worked their way down the row of tiny pearl buttons.

Emma bit her lip when his hand slipped inside the lacy cup of her bra to caress one of her br**sts. As his thumb pinched her nipple, she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips. She hated herself even more when Aidan smiled triumphantly up at her. He was determined she would want him for more than just procreating, and it pissed her off she had given in to him. Anger pushed her to rock harder against him, hoping to finish him off quicker.

But Aidan must have anticipated her. He gripped both sides of her bu**ocks firmly in his hands and then scooted to the chair edge. Emma squealed and gripped her legs around his waist to keep from falling. “Hold on,” Aidan said. In one sweeping movement, he was on his feet, sending Emma’s arms tight around his neck. His chuckle warmed her ear. “Ease up a bit, babe. I’d still like to breathe.”

“Sorry,” she whimpered.

He gently eased her down on the edge of his desk, and then brought his lips to hers. Kissing her hungrily, he pushed her onto her back. She shifted her h*ps and once again wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him in even deeper. They both groaned against each other’s lips at the sensation. “Fuck, Emma,” he murmured as he thrust into her.

Keeping a steady pace, he tore his lips from hers to start kissing down her neck. His mouth replaced where his hand had been earlier, tonguing and sucking on her nipple. Emma closed her eyes. Her resolve not to feel anything faded as she panted and pushed herself further into his mouth. When he moved to the other breast, she knew she was close to the edge of coming. “Aidan,” she panted.

He raised his head from her breast to watch her as she came. “Seeing you do that drives me crazy,” he said. He thrust a few more times and then he was done. “Christ!” he cried out.

They lay motionless for a few seconds, both coming down off the shared high. Aidan raised his head and gave Emma a lazy grin. “As usual, that was pretty damn amazing.”

“Yes, it was,” Emma replied, her breath still coming in heaving pants.

“Any chance of your temperature spiking again today?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Damn.”

She giggled. “Sorry.”

Aidan kissed her before prying himself away. As he pulled up his pants, Emma slid off the desk. She readjusted her bra and then shimmied her skirt back down. “Oh, my panties!” she murmured, glancing around the floor.

“I got them,” Aidan said, bending over beside the desk. He eyed the lacy black thong with the pink rosebuds before handing it over to Emma. “Too bad I didn’t get to see you in just that.”

“There’s always next time,” she quipped with a smile.

He laughed and started tucking his shirt in his pants. Emma slid up her panties and then smoothed down her hair. “Um, would you mind if I used your couch for a little while?”

“For the boys?”

She nodded.

“Of course not. I need to head on down to my meeting anyway.”

“So, see you Friday night?”

Aidan winked and then smacked her ass. “See you then.”

CHAPTER NINE

Two Weeks Later

Emma tried with every fiber of her being not to eye the red circled date on her desk calendar for the hundredth time. Her period was late--two days, two sleepless nights, seventeen hours, and fifty-two minutes late to be precise. Since she had always been like clock-work, her frayed nerves were working in overdrive. Sure, it was physically possible for the first time to have been a charm. But was it also possible her body was so ready to be a mother and Aidan was such a sex God they had experienced immediate success?