The Pretend Girlfriend (A Billionaire Love Story #1)(95)

Except Aiden intercepted her hand, locking his fingers around her wrist. He pushed her down to the floor. The shirt rode up so that her naked bottom touched the cold surface, making her hiss. Aiden cut that off with another kiss.

All her struggles stopped when he put his hand on her thigh. It began a slow, teasing journey up her leg.

"Oh..." she said, her formerly rigid body relaxing.

"Hey, I don’t think this belongs to you," Aiden said, tugging at the bottom of the shirt when his fingers reached it.

She let her lips graze his neck, running up it so that she could nibble at his earlobe for a moment. "If you want it so badly, why don’t you take it back?" She finished by blowing gently into his ear, and a wicked smile spread across her face when his skin knitted into tight patches of goosebumps.

"Granted," he said after a deep swallow, "It does look good on you. A touch large, perhaps. It’s just that I can’t stop thinking about what’s hidden beneath it..." He undid the bottom button, popping it out with the tip of his thumb. The shirt opened wider, revealing a more generous portion of her thighs.

A spirit of mischief possessing her, Gwen giggled and slipped away from his grasp before he reached the next button. With some distance between them, she waggled her bare toes at him invitingly. "I thought you were going to take it back?"

Aiden’s eyes glinted. "And here I was, thinking you wanted me to." His hand snaked out across the floor, snatching at her toes before she pulled them back with a shriek.

The thing was, she did want him to catch her. Certain, unmentionable parts of her body cried out at this denial, this postponed pleasure. But she also loved that look in his eyes, the one that told her that for once he was willing to chase her.

So she gave him a sly shrug, that big shirt of his rustling against her skin, and said, "Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t. You’ll just have to catch me to find out! Until then, your shirt is mine."

With that, she shot up and bolted for the open door, her bare feet slapping against the cold floor.

Aiden pushed off from the floor, his biceps flexing so nicely, and went after her. She made it to the doorway before his arms snagged her around the waist and lifted her up. She flailed against him, both of them laughing as he walked her back into the office.

"Got you," he said as he sat down in the office chair, his arms trapping her against him.

It didn’t take long for her continued struggles to have their effect, what with her body rubbing against his so much. She sucked her lip in between her teeth and let it out slowly, her body all tingly as he hardened against her bottom. She wriggled said bottom against him some more, enjoying the way he sucked in his breaths when she did.

"What are you going to do with me?" she asked, letting her head loll back against his bare shoulder so he could kiss her neck. She had a few things in mind. Well, one thing, really. Just multiple ways (read: positions) to go about it.

Aiden’s arms loosened about her as he went to task, popping the rest of the buttons out of place, slowly revealing more and more of Gwen’s naked body. His progress slowed as she writhed against him, unable to help herself. Her thighs rubbed together against the building heat between them.

The final button came out, letting the two halves of the billowy shirt fall away. Aiden’s hand ran up her bared stomach, the tips of his fingers tickling so nicely, until he cupped her breasts, the tips stiffening in anticipation of his touch. They touched her there for only a moment before continuing up so that he could pull the shirt down her arms, exposing the top portion of her back.

"Well," Aiden began in between a series of kisses that ran along her shoulders, "I think you need to answer for your crimes." She felt his lips twist into a wicked grin.

"What...?" she began, the word turning into a squeal as Aiden used those strong arms of his to lay her across his lap, the hardness of his desire pressing against her stomach through his boxer shorts.

With a few deft movements, he used his shirt to bind her arms. Tingles of excitement, of anticipation and wonder ran up her back. No guy had ever done anything like this with her before.

"Please don’t!" she said, continuing the charade as he swept the shirt up off her bottom. "I won’t steal again."

“Not after this, you won’t,” Aiden said, unable to resist a brief caressing of her flesh that made her want to forgo the foreplay and get to the main event.

He spanked her lightly at first, as though tentative. It still stung, and she hissed through her teeth.

They became harder soon enough, though. Her body went rigid each time his merciless palm snapped against one of her cheeks. The stinging intensified, burning hot, then cold. And then numbness.

"I think you’ve had enough," he said, trying to smooth the welts on her bottom down with one flattened, suddenly gentle hand. He pulled the knot binding her arms loose.

"I don’t," Gwen replied, shrugging out of the shirt. She stood before him, letting his hungry eyes devour her naked body. He couldn’t hold back any longer, starting up from the chair and pulling her bare form tight against his. In the throes of his desire, he forgot gentleness when his hands again slipped down to her reddened bottom and gave it several appreciative, if painful, squeezes.

They kissed, his mouth soon slipping from hers to run up and down her throat, then along her collar bone. She burned for him.