The Pretend Girlfriend (A Billionaire Love Story #1)(83)

"You've taken such good care of me. I thought it was only fair that I take care of you, too," he said.

Before she could stop him, (and not that she wanted to) Aiden stood and held her close, pressed against his bare torso.

"I suppose that's only fair..." Gwen said, her knees giving her the rubber band treatment again. Aiden licked his lips as his eyes glanced from her eyes down to her mouth. It was one of the sexiest things she'd ever seen.

The close quarters of the bathroom amplified the sounds of their mutual desire. Gwen let her hands play over his bare flesh, wanting to feel every inch of him. He hissed in pain when her exploring fingers found one of those big bruises on his back.

"Sorry, sorry!" she said, wondering if she'd ruined the mood.

Apparently, she didn't. Aiden grabbed the hands and pinned them to the small of her back while his mouth ravished her. She gave herself over to his control, loving the heat of his breath on her skin.

"Let's put that bed of yours to use," Aiden whispered when he finished nibbling lightly on her earlobe.

Gwen managed an, "Okay." The syllable hardly left her mouth before Aiden hauled her from the cramped confines of the bathroom. He threw open her bedroom door and pushed her down onto her bed, her cheap mattress bouncing beneath her.

Aiden's hands and mouth seemed to be everywhere at once, exploring the curve of her neck, squeezing her thighs and her bottom, pulling her shirt out of her pants so that he could leave a warm trail of kisses up her stomach.

To put it mildly, she ached for him. He was undeniably sexy, half-naked as he was. The scrapes and bruises lent him a badboy aspect.

The heat building in Gwen's body migrated down, concentrating between her thighs. Aiden's hands kept coming so painfully close to the source of that warmth, but never touched it.

"You tease," she said, ready to grab one of those strong hands of his and put it where she needed it.

Aiden replied with a saucy smile, leaving his hand resting on her stomach, covering her navel. Then he kissed her.

Except this time, Gwen sucked his bottom lip in between her teeth. She bit down a little, enough to hold him in place. Very slowly, she let it slide out. Aiden shuddered with barely contained lust.

Finally relenting with his teasing, that hand of his slid lower. His fingertips pushed down below the waistband of her panties. Gwen squirmed beneath him, impatient for his touch...

And then someone knocked at the door.

They both froze, Aiden looking a question at her. Gwen had no idea who it could be. Beatrice still hadn't forgiven her, and Aiden currently lay beside her on the bed in a rather compromising position.

"Just ignore it; they'll go away," Gwen said, grabbing a handful of hair at the back of his head and pulling his face closer so she could kiss him again.

Things went swimmingly for maybe ten seconds more before another round of knocks again interrupted their rendezvous. Gwen glared out her bedroom door, trying to urge the rude person away by strength of will. Can't you tell I'm busy? Gwen thought.

"Maybe if we're quiet they'll think no one is here..." Gwen said, and they paused.

The knocking didn't stop. If anything, it became more insistent. It dawned on her that the only way to make it stop was to answer and see just what it was that was so important.

Sighing with frustration, Gwen let her head fall down onto the pillow.

Seeing Gwen resign herself to that course of action, Aiden pulled his hand from her panties, leaving a rapidly cooling spot behind. Rolling onto his back beside her, he chafed at his eyes while yet another round of knocks intruded on their playtime.

"Somebody better be dead or dying," Gwen grumbled as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood.

Marching to the door, she peered through the peephole in time to see the guy standing on the other side start knocking again. She didn't recognize him.

If this guy is selling vacuum cleaners or something like that, he's in for the chewing out of a lifetime, Gwen thought.

She hauled the door open. "Yes?" she said, the meanest fake smile ever plastered on her face.

The guy's eyes actually widened when he saw her expression. With the door open, Gwen could see he wore a tight bike messenger outfit. A bullet-shaped helmet hung by one strap from his belt. He clutched a thick brown envelope and one of those electronic signature things. "Uh... Gwen Browning?" he said.

Her irritation kept her from realizing what it was he held at first. "Yeah?"

The poor messenger stared doggedly at the wall beside her door, not wanting to suffer that gaze of hers anymore. He thrust the parcel at her. "I have some papers for you to sign for Carbide Solutions in Manhattan."

"Papers...?" Gwen said, the confusion caused by her irritation beginning to evaporate. That impromptu meeting with Henry earlier that morning felt like so long ago.


The messenger gestured with the envelope, clearly hoping she would take it and discharge him of his duties so that he could get out of that hallway.

"Oh!" Gwen said, then, "Oh..." Those papers. That new contract Henry promised to send her. Apparently, he still thought she might go through with it despite the circumstances of her leaving his office. "I don't want them."

"But I have to deliver them... Look, lady, I'm just doing my job. If you don't want to sign them, you don't have to. I, on the other hand, have to deliver them and get your confirmation signature."