Aiden’s POV
The second we stepped off the jet, the wind picked up, lifting the hem of Alexia’s dress just slightly.
She squeaked, grabbing at it, and I had to bite back a very satisfied smirk.
Yeah, I was definitely enjoying this.
A sleek black car was already waiting for us, the driver standing by the door. I placed a hand on Alexia’s lower back, guiding her forward. She was stiff, probably hyper-aware of the fact that she had nothing under that dress.
My smirk deepened.
I opened the door for her, stepping back like a gentleman. "After you."
She shot a glare, her suspicion obvious, but she slid in anyway.
Big mistake.
The mont I shut the door behind , the privacy partition rolled up.
Alexia adjusted her dress, eyes out the window, probably thinking she was safe now.
She wasn’t.
I let my arm drape over the back of the seat, leaning in just enough for my breath to tease her neck.
"You’re being awfully quiet, sweetheart," I murmured.
She stiffened. "I have nothing to say to you."
I chuckled. "Liar."
My fingers trailed up her thigh, slow and teasing, her skin burning under my touch.
She sucked in a sharp breath. "Aiden," she warned.
"Yes, darling?" I murmured, nudging her hair aside so I could press my lips to the curve of her neck.
She shivered.
"You should behave," she said, voice a little unsteady.
I smirked against her skin. "Oh, but where’s the fun in that?"
Before she could respond, I slid my hand higher, fingers brushing against her bare heat.
She gasped.
I felt her thighs clench, a futile attempt to stop .
"Aiden, we’re in a car—"
"Yes, we are," I agreed, my fingers parting her thighs. "And yet here you are, already wet for ."
Her breath hitched.
I loved this—the way her body betrayed her, the way she tried so hard to fight it.
She turned her head, as if to glare at , but I caught her chin, angling her face toward mine.
And then, I kissed her.
Hard.
Possessive.
She lted into it, her hand gripping my shirt, pulling closer.
The kiss turned deeper, ssier.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, her body pressing against mine, grinding against my hand as I stroked her, teasing her closer to the edge.
Fuck.
I was already aching, already painfully hard.
She must’ve felt it, because her hand moved between us, fingers curling around .
I groaned, my forehead dropping against hers.
"Alexia," I rasped.
She smirked, the wicked little thing. "What’s wrong, Aiden?"
I exhaled a sharp breath as she stroked , slow and teasing.
"You’re going to regret that," I growled.
She only giggled—right before I crashed my lips back onto hers, swallowing whatever breathy sound she made as I pinned her against the seat and kissed her like I was starving.
And fuck, maybe I was.
The second she unzipped my pants and wrapped her fingers around , a strangled groan escaped my throat.
Fuck.
Her touch was warm, soft—almost too soft.
I gritted my teeth as she gave a teasing stroke, her grip just firm enough to drive insane.
"Alexia," I growled, my forehead pressing against hers.
She smirked, actually smirked, as she tightened her grip, stroking again—this ti slower, torturous.
I sucked in a sharp breath, my fingers tightening on her thigh.
"Do you like that?" she whispered, breath hot against my lips.
I let out a low chuckle. "You’re getting bold, sweetheart."
Her hand squeezed slightly, a silent dare.
I loved that.
But two could play this ga.
My hand slipped between her thighs, fingers sliding against her slick heat, and she gasped, her whole body tensing.
I kissed her jaw, her throat, feeling the shudder that ran through her.
"You’re dripping," I murmured against her skin. "Are you that desperate for ?"
She let out a strangled sound, her fingers faltering around .
I smirked, rubbing slow, teasing circles against her sensitive bundle of nerves.
Her breathing turned ragged, her thighs trying to clamp shut—but I wasn’t having that.
I grabbed her leg, throwing it over mine, spreading her open for .
"Aiden," she whimpered, her grip on tightening as if to punish .
But she wasn’t winning this ga.
I slid two fingers inside her, deep, and her head threw back against the seat.
I nearly lost it at the sight.
Her lips parted, her breath hitching as she clenched around , her hips moving instinctively into my touch.
"Fuck," I muttered, watching her unravel.
Her hand on faltered, but I wasn’t done yet.
I curled my fingers inside her, hitting that spot that made her jerk against .
"Aiden—"
"Shh," I whispered, capturing her lips in a deep, slow kiss.
She moaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through , making even harder in her grip.
Her hand moved again, stroking faster now, desperate, needy—matching the pace of my fingers as I fucked her with them.
We were a ss of tangled limbs, of ragged breathing, of slick heat and throbbing need.
"Co for ," I murmured against her lips, curling my fingers just right.
She let out a choked moan, her body tensing—then she shattered, trembling against , her nails digging into my skin as she rode out the waves.
Her movents on beca erratic, and fuck—
I was right there, too.
Her lips brushed my jaw, breathless, teasing, her fingers still working , milking every bit of control I had left—
And then I groaned, my grip tightening on her thigh as I ca, my release spilling over her hand, hot and ssy between us.
For a mont, neither of us moved, our breaths mingling in the confined space.
I let my head fall back against the seat, chest heaving, my fingers still buried inside her.
Her hand was still around , both of us ruined.
Slowly, lazily, I pulled my fingers from her, bringing them to my lips.
She watched, wide-eyed, as I licked them clean.
"You taste perfect," I murmured.
Her face flad, her lips parting like she wanted to say sothing—
But before she could, the car pulled to a stop.
I smirked.
"Looks like we’re here, sweetheart."
She was flushed, lips swollen, still breathless from what we just did, and desperately trying to fix her dress as if it would erase the evidence of how I just had her falling apart in my hands.
I smirked, leaning back lazily against the seat, watching her struggle to regain so sort of composure.
"Relax," I said, amusent lacing my voice. "People know you’re my wife."
She shot a glare, tugging at her dress. "You’re impossible."
I chuckled. She was adorable when she was flustered.
Good lord, if soone had told a few months ago that I’d be doing this with Alexia—fucking her in my car, teasing her just to see that blush spread across her cheeks, needing her more than my next breath—I would’ve laughed in their face and told them not in this lifeti.
Hell would’ve had to freeze over.
Yet here I was, completely fucking addicted.
And the worst part?
I didn’t want to stop.
The mont the driver opened the door, I saw it—the sheer embarrassnt on her face.
Yeah, there was no hiding it.
The car slled like sex. The scent of her still lingered in the air, mixed with the faint musk of . Her hair was a complete ss, strands tangled with mine from where I’d gripped it just minutes ago. Her lips were still swollen, her dress slightly wrinkled despite her desperate attempts to fix it.
I bit back a smirk.
Yeah, anyone with half a brain could put two and two together.
She stepped out of the car quickly, avoiding eye contact with the driver, her fingers twitching at the hem of her dress like she could sohow make herself look untouched. I followed behind her, leisurely adjusting my cuffs, completely unbothered.
I leaned down slightly, voice low enough for only her to hear.
"You look fucked out, sweetheart."
She elbowed hard in the ribs.
I laughed. Yeah, I wasn’t done teasing her yet.
She shot a glare as we walked toward the entrance, her posture stiff like she could sohow will away the undeniable evidence of what we’d just done. It was adorable, really.
"You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?" she hissed under her breath, her fingers gripping the hem of her dress like a lifeline.
I smirked. Oh, absolutely.
"Don’t know what you an," I murmured lazily, sliding a hand into my pocket—the sa pocket where her ripped panties were.
Her eyes flickered down, and when she realized what I was doing, her face went red.
I leaned in, my lips just barely brushing her ear. "Unless you want to drop these in front of everyone, I’d suggest you stop looking at like you want to murder ."
She gasped, her hand flying up to my wrist, probably to make sure I wouldn’t actually do it.
I chuckled darkly, letting my fingers graze along the bare skin of her thigh.
She sucked in a sharp breath, stepping away from quickly as if I burned her.
I did burn her.
I could tell by the way her breathing turned uneven, the way her pupils dilated despite her clear irritation. She liked it.
And fuck if I wasn’t getting addicted to teasing her.
"Relax," I drawled, stepping ahead of her and opening the hotel door. "Everyone already knows you’re my wife. Nothing wrong with reminding them."
She let out a sharp, frustrated breath but stomped inside anyway.
I followed after her, still smirking.
Yeah. This weekend was going to be fun.
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