The Pretend Girlfriend (A Billionaire Love Story #1)(100)

Though she seemed to recall spooning all night with Aiden, which somewhat negated the mattress size. Even so, she did not look forward to going back to the double waiting for her back in her own bedroom.

Were there camera crews at her place, too? Probably, Gwen figured. Henry had that dossier chock-full of info about her. If she ever forgot her social, she could probably give him a call and get it.

That got her thinking about her phone, and Aiden's. Smartphones were wonderful things. You could check Facebook, your email, play games, all that stuff. She'd even used it several times at stores that accepted digital coupons. They also had GPS.

Shifting, she grabbed her phone and turned it off. In movies where people don't want to be tracked, they usually smash their phones on the floor or something. But Gwen wasn't about to do that; she still owed money on the thing!

"What are you doing?" Aiden asked.

"Do you think he's tracking our phones?" Gwen said.

"Possibly. It'll probably take a while, though."

"How do you figure?"

Aiden stood and stretched. It emphasized his back nicely. Coming around to her side of the bed, he sat down at her side. Her shirt had ridden up a bit, exposing her belly to just above her navel. Aiden put his hand on the strip of bare skin.

"That's nice..." Gwen said, experiencing a now-familiar tingle as the warmth of his touch soaked into her body.

"Well, I deactivated the GPS on my phone this morning. And last night, I did the same thing on yours when I got up to get a glass of water."

"How thoughtful..." Gwen said, writhing like a cat at his touch. She didn't really care about the GPS thing anymore. That heat from his hand had traveled down to a much more sensitive area. Her nice new clothes suddenly felt so restrictive and tight.

"So... Mr. Bond," Gwen said, tracing her fingertip along his jaw line. A small amount of stubble had grown since he'd shaved that morning. The rough texture of it left Gwen even hotter than before.

"Yes, Mrs. Bond?" Aiden replied, letting his fingers slide up beneath her shirt to reveal more of her stomach.

"How do you propose we spend our first day in New York together?" she said. She began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Well, first I thought we could walk up and down Broadway. Then maybe go see the Statue of Liberty..."

Hooking her fingers into his shirt, Gwen said, "I have a better idea." Then she pulled him down onto her. Their lips met, and she ran her hands down his back, wanting to get that shirt off.

She tore at his new clothes, lost in her desires. A button popped off, pinging against the nightstand. Aiden grabbed her wrist to stop her.

"What?" she said, indignant, expecting some sort of lecture.

Instead Aiden grabbed hold of his new shirt and tore it open himself, the remaining buttons flying off in random directions like fragments from a grenade.

Gwen touched his bared abdominals, letting her fingers run up to his pectorals and finally his shoulders so that she could pull him back down. His mouth tasted sweet, and she wanted more of it.

All that excitement from the morning added up to this moment, this hunger they both experienced. Apparently nothing got her going like being chased through Manhattan streets at rush hour by the paparazzi.

Lust made Aiden's fingers clumsy when he tried popping the button on her jeans out, even as Gwen fumbled with his belt buckle.

"I need you," Aiden said, fire flaring in his normally cool eyes. A matching heat lit between Gwen's thighs. She squirmed from the intensity of it, making Aiden's job more difficult.

The sound of her jeans' zipper coming down was the sweetest note in the world to Gwen.

This wasn't some delicate lovemaking session. It was pure, wanton desire. Her body thirsted for his touch, and she sucked in a breath and bit down on his bottom lip when his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her panties.

He wasted no time teasing her, finding her secret heat. When he felt it, his body trembled.

"I love your hands," Gwen said, her back arching when he pleasured her.

Aiden put his lips right now to her ear, grazing it ever so gently. The heat from his breath sent a shiver down her back. "I love how wet you get for me," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Gwen's reaction was instantaneous. His magic hands, the sexy rumble in his voice, the smell of him. She couldn't withstand it. Her entire body tightened up, every fiber and nerve overloaded by the sensations he wrung from her.

Aiden guided her through it, urging her along the path of her climax. He left her sweaty and trembly, barely able to catch her breath.

Despite that, she still peeled off the rest of her clothes (with Aiden's help) and watched in terrible anticipation as he disrobed.

He got a condom (when did he buy those? Gwen wondered, dismissing the question immediately. It didn't matter how he got them, only that he did) and took it from the wrapper.

"Let me," Gwen said, sitting up. The cool air of the hotel room brushed against her naked skin.

She rolled it slowly, sensually, down him, relishing the little groans of pleasure he let out. The noises drove her crazy with need, forcing her to work faster.

As soon as she finished, Aiden pushed her down on the bed and climbed over her. She opened her legs for him, inviting him to be with her, demanding that he do so. The heat of her need nearly burned her up with its intensity.