Touched (The Untouched Trilogy #2)(77)

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I looked up to see Aiden standing in the threshold of my office door and my heart skipped a beat. Damn he was hot and I was so excited to see him. I smiled and bit my bottom lip as I surveyed his six-foot three-inch frame.

“Good afternoon, Princess,” he said, walking into my office. He closed the door and locked it behind him.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Raine. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

“Some very alarming information appeared on my computer a few nights ago and I wanted to inspect it personally,” he said, as he casually strolled towards me. He stopped directly in front of my desk and slipped his hands into his pockets as he peered down at me. I saw the devilish glint in his dark green eyes and Virginia licked her lips in naughty expectation of a reunion   with Kingston.

“Stand up,” he said.

I stood and started moving around my desk towards him.

“Don’t. Stay right there. As a matter of fact, step back towards the window.”

I looked at him confused.

“Don’t think about anything Princess, just do as I ask,” he said.

I moved a couple of paces back toward the window and looked at him. He reached for a chair and placed it a few feet away from me and took a seat.

“Have you missed me?” he asked.

“Yes. You know I have,” I replied.

“And your body, has it missed my touch?”

“Of course,” I said.

“Prove it,” he said.

“How would you like for me to do that?” I asked.

“I want to see how your body responds to my presence. Take off your clothes.”

My eyes bulged slightly and I opened my mouth to protest and he shook his head before I could utter one word.

“I really need you to do exactly as I say,” he said, as he sat back and crossed his ankle over his knee. Fuck, he looked every bit the powerful, controlled CEO and it was a major turn-on.

I looked behind me; the back wall was all glass. Anyone could see me.

“I highly doubt anyone would see anything,” he said, replying to my thoughts. “We’re on the 30th floor. Stop procrastinating; take off your f*cking clothes.”

His demand, while forceful and daunting, sent a direct injection of lust to a very compliant Virginia. The fierce look in his mesmeric eyes pulled at me, compelling me to follow his command. My heart began racing as I removed one shoe. I swallowed a lump of nerves and reached down to remove my other shoe and placed both on the floor beside me.

I began unbuttoning my shirt. My eyes were locked with his. A sly smile formed on his terribly alluring lips. I’d reached the last button; my blouse fell open and I shrugged it off. I reached behind me to unzip my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I stepped out it and reached to unclasp my bra which fell to my feet. His eyes dropped to my breasts. I slipped off my panties and held them in my hand as I looked at him, his eyes traveling the length of my body.

“You’re so f*cking gorgeous,” he said. “Grab your tits baby.”

I palmed my breasts and tugged on my nipples as he leaned forward. “See, I told you my body missed you. My nipples hardened at the mere sound of your voice baby,” I said, twisting my already tender buds.

“And Virginia, what does she do at the sound of my voice?” he asked.

“Hmmm. I don’t know. Why don’t you ask her?”

“Turn around and bend over,” he said.

I slowly turned to face the window.

“Spread your ass for me. If I hear what I want to hear, I’ll know I’ve been missed.”

I pulled my cheeks apart and closed and reopened them, the soaking wetness audible.

“Is that what you wanted to hear?” I asked.

“Yes, it is. Step closer to the window.”

I did as he told me; I was inches away from the glass. I heard him stand and walk behind me. He pressed my body flush to the window. I jerked slightly at the coldness of the glass. His body was pressed against mine, molding me to the window. He moved my hair to the side and placed his lips on my neck.

“I’ve missed you too, Princess,” he said, as he grabbed my hand and pulled it behind me, resting it on his oversized erection.

“Do you want that?” he asked.

Virginia was throbbing so hard that I could hardly stand it.

“Fuck yes. I want it so, so, so badly baby,” I whined.

He removed my hand and sank to his knees, planting soft kiss on my cheeks. He palmed my behind and spread me open. “Fuck, what a very wet and very pretty *,” he said, and slid his finger from my * to my ass. He kissed the taut hole once, then twice. I pushed back toward his mouth and he began voraciously lapping and prodding my ass with his tongue.

He planted one final kiss on my ass and placed his hands on my ankles and trailed his way up to my behind; the heat of his touch spellbinding me. His touch was all I wanted, all I needed and the place and time became inconsequential.

“You’re so beautiful Aria,” he said, as he lightly kissed and palmed each cheek, squeezing and then opening me. I heard his sharp intake of breath as he saw the ocean of wetness he’d caused.

“You’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Lucky for you, I have the exact thing for a naughty girl such as yourself.”