Touched (The Untouched Trilogy #2)(72)

I bit my lip as I stared into his gorgeous eyes and melted into a puddle of lust as he eased a second finger inside my already wet *.

“I do so love the sound of this wet *, Miss Cason,” he said. His eyes focused on mine.

I’d forgotten where I was; only focused on the rhythmic entry and exit of his long talented fingers – lost in the invasive sensation that was taking me closer and closer to a climax. My breathing accelerated as I neared my forbidden release. He immediately stilled and slowly removed his fingers. I clinched my fists in frustration. This *!

He smiled and slid his thumb between the wet slit. He moved his thumb slowly up and down and then added the slightest bit of pressure to my clit. He removed his thumb and I was certain his mouth was next but was disappointed when he slid my panties back in place and lifted me from the table. He placed me on the floor and lowered my skirt.

I glared angrily at this beautiful man sitting in front of me. I knew why he did this. He was trying to prove a point. Did he want me to ask for it? Damn if that ever happened. I severed our angry connection and excused myself from the table to go to my office. I needed to finish what he’d started.



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*Have you seen this?* It was a text from Aiden. There was a link in the text. I clicked the link to see an article about Aiden and me. I was reading it when Raina’s voice came over the intercom announcing a call for Aiden. He walked into my office with fire in his eyes.

“There’s a call for you,” I said, eyeing him.

He picked up the phone. “Yes. I see. The point is I shouldn’t have to tell you about an editorial in the paper. The journalist made a very strong point and it’s your responsibility to counter that. I hired you for that. If you can’t do it I’ll get a PR firm that can!” he said, and slammed down the phone.

“I’m afraid, I’m going to have to cancel lunch,” he said.

“But we only have a few more hours before you leave,” I replied.

“I know but I promise to make it up to you,” he said.

I smiled as I considered how he would make it up to me.

“I see where you mind went and I hate to disappoint you but it’s not what you think … unless you’ve given up,” he teased.

“Ugh. Just go. I’ll see you later at my place.”

He chuckled and walked over to plant a kiss on my cheek. He smelled so good. I forced myself to refrain from grabbing him.

“I’ll see you around 6’oclock,” he said, as he sauntered out of my office.

How the hell was I going to get what I wanted without asking for it?





CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

I needed to be f*cked and the toys weren’t going to make the cut tonight. Other than the stunt in the conference room, Aiden had somehow managed to abstain from anything remotely sexual with me; I’d returned the favor. Well it was more like a challenge than a favor. Obviously neither one of us would back down from this silly little game. Tonight would be especially difficult because he was leaving in the morning for a week or more on a business trip. I’d made some obscure gestures just as he had but nothing as overt as I knew would be necessary tonight.

I was in the bedroom getting ready for bed. The girls were sleeping over at Jade’s tonight so Aiden and I had the place to ourselves. Aiden was in the front getting some work done … and I was sitting in the bedroom plotting. I was desperate for him. I knew this was killing him just as much but he seemed content on waiting for me to ask for it. That just wasn’t going to happen. He needed to be the one to ask for it; not me. Tonight I’d make him.

I needed a catalyst; something he couldn’t refuse. I looked for my favorite ratty looking t-shirt; one complete with holes and a rip near the collar. I dropped my towel and put on the t-shirt. Panties? Boy shorts? Thong? I decided on the thong. Now I needed a reason to casually walk past him. I was thirsty, for his essence more so than water, but the water excuse would have to do. Before I walked out of the bedroom I shimmied out of the thong. I walked around without panties when he wasn’t here so why not do the same when he was here? The t-shirt was snug and super short. I wouldn’t need to bend at all for him to see what I wanted him to see.

I walked into the sitting area and saw him looking seriously at his laptop. I strolled past him looking away from him, focused on my destination.

“What are you doing?” he asked, glancing up from his laptop.

“I’m thirsty. I’m getting water,” I said, looking over my shoulder.

“Water, huh?” he replied, laughing.

“What’s funny about water?” I asked, turning to face him.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Reviewing some reports. I need to prepare for my meeting tomorrow.”

“I recall a time when you called me the worker bee. Seems like the tables have turned,” I said, heading toward the kitchen.

I came back and his eyes were still on the laptop. Damn. He was really going to make me wait. I could sense that much. This was our last night together and I needed to do something quick because I couldn’t take it anymore.

I opened the water and took a swig. Some of it miraculously dashed my t-shirt. He looked up and smiled.

“Would you like a sip?” I asked.