Spoilt Princess Reincarnate As a Waitress Chapter 82: Beautiful Mistake

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Alexia’s POV

I shouldn’t have let it happen.

I knew that.

Even through the hazy warmth of wine spreading through my veins, I knew this was reckless. Dangerous. A decision I couldn’t take back.

But then Aiden looked at .

That look—the one that burned, the one that made my skin feel too hot, my breath too shallow, my body too aware of how close he was.

And suddenly, I didn’t care about consequences.

I cared about this. About him. About the way my heart slamd against my ribs when he leaned in.

His lips crashed against mine, and just like that, I was gone.

The desk was hard against my back, but I barely noticed. Not when Aiden was everywhere—his hands gripping the desk beside , his body pressing into mine, his lips moving against mine with a hunger that made my head spin.

His taste was intoxicating—whiskey, wine, and sothing entirely Aiden.

I moaned against his mouth, and he growled, deep and low, his fingers threading into my hair as he tilted my head back, taking the kiss deeper.

I barely registered my hands moving—sliding up his chest, fingers curling into his shirt, pulling him closer.

I needed more.

And judging by the way he groaned against my lips, so did he.

"Tell to stop," he murmured.

But I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

"Don’t stop," I breathed.

That was all it took.

His hands were on in an instant, gripping my waist, lifting onto the desk, knocking everything aside without a care.

I gasped as his fingers traveled up my thighs, pushing my dress higher, his touch teasing, exploring.

And then his fingers brushed against the damp lace between my legs.

I jerked, a whimper escaping before I could stop it.

Aiden froze.

His jaw clenched, his eyes darkening as he pressed a hand against my bare thigh, spreading open further.

"You’re soaked," he murmured, voice rough, almost like he couldn’t believe it.

Heat flooded my cheeks, but before I could answer, his fingers slid beneath the lace, slipping through my wetness, and I couldn’t think—couldn’t breathe.

"Fuck," he groaned, pressing his forehead against mine.

I trembled as he teased , circling, stroking, never quite giving what I wanted.

"Aiden," I gasped, arching against him, desperate for more.

And then he did it.

He slid a finger inside , slow, deep, stretching in a way that made my breath hitch.

His body went rigid.

I barely registered the way his brows furrowed, the way his lips parted slightly as realization dawned on him.

"Alexia," he said, his voice hoarse, thick with restraint. "Are you—?"

I swallowed hard, suddenly nervous.

But I couldn’t lie.

I nodded.

His muscles tightened, his grip on my hip turning almost bruising as his breathing grew uneven.

For a mont, I thought he would stop.

That maybe, just maybe, he’d pull away and tell we couldn’t do this.

But I didn’t want him to stop.

Not when his fingers felt this good.

Not when his touch made feel like I was coming undone.

I rocked my hips slightly, pressing myself further onto his hand.

His breath hissed through his teeth.

"Please," I whispered, my fingers tightening around his shoulders. "I want this. I want you."

Sothing in him snapped.

He kissed again, harder, his fingers curling inside , working open, making moan as pleasure shot through my veins.

"That’s it, baby," he whispered against my neck, trailing kisses down my throat, his free hand pulling at the straps of my dress, exposing bare skin.

I gasped as his lips closed around my breast, tongue swirling, teeth grazing, sending shocks of heat straight between my thighs.

I was trembling—burning—but I didn’t care.

I wanted more.

"You’re mine now," Aiden murmured against my skin, his fingers still moving inside , coaxing, stretching, making dizzy.

And then he pulled away.

I whimpered, my body aching from the loss of him.

But then I saw it—the way his jaw was clenched, the way his hands shook as he unbuttoned his shirt, then unzipped his pants, freeing himself.

My eyes widened slightly, my breath catching as I took in the sight of him.

Thick. Hard. Huge.

Aiden smirked, but it wasn’t teasing. It was dark, possessive.

"You sure about this?" he asked, teasing the head of his cock against , dragging it through my slick folds.

I shuddered, my legs tightening around his waist.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice shaky but sure.

That was all it took.

He gripped my hips, positioning himself—

And then, slowly, he pushed inside.

I gasped, my fingers digging into his arms as my body stretched around him, burning, aching, adjusting to the feel of him.

"Relax, baby," he murmured, kissing my collarbone, murmuring soothing words as he stilled inside , letting adjust.

I nodded, taking deep breaths, my body trembling against him.

And then, finally, he was fully inside .

Aiden groaned, his grip tightening.

"Fuck," he ground out. "You’re so tight."

He stayed still for a mont, letting breathe, but I needed more.

I moved first, rolling my hips slightly, testing, and a moan escaped my lips.

That was it.

That was his undoing.

Aiden snapped his hips forward, setting a slow but deep rhythm, filling completely, each thrust sending heat spiraling through my veins.

I gasped, my body rocking with each thrust, my hands clutching at his **shoulders, his hair, his back—**desperate to hold onto sothing as he drove wild.

His hands gripped my waist, his breath hot against my ear as he moved harder, deeper, every inch of him stretching , claiming .

"You’re mine," he growled, his voice raw, desperate.

I moaned, rolling my hips, eting him stroke for stroke.

"Say it," he rasped, his teeth grazing my throat.

I bit my lip, trembling, burning.

"I’m yours," I whispered.

And then, I shattered.

My body tightened, pleasure crashing over , stealing my breath, my voice, leaving gasping, shaking, moaning his na.

Aiden groaned, his pace rough, frantic, his hands gripping tighter as he buried himself deep, finding his own release.

For a long mont, we just breathed.

He pressed his forehead against mine, his hands still holding as if he wasn’t ready to let go.

And honestly?

I didn’t want him to.

My body felt heavy, warm, and utterly spent.

Aiden was still inside , his body pressed against mine, his breathing ragged as his forehead rested against my shoulder. His hands still gripped my hips, fingers twitching slightly, like he was fighting the urge to pull closer again, to take more.

But it was over now.

The tension that had been coiling between us for weeks had snapped, and all that was left was the ss we had made.

Literally.

Papers were still scattered across the desk, my dress was bunched around my waist, and the cool air kissed my exposed skin, making shiver slightly.

Aiden noticed.

His arms tightened around , his lips pressing a lazy kiss to my shoulder. It was so intimate, too intimate, like this was sothing more than what it was.

And that was dangerous.

Because it wasn’t more than that.

It couldn’t be.

We weren’t in love.

I didn’t love Aiden.

And I knew, deep down, that he didn’t love , either.

So why did we do it?

Why did I let him own for a few stolen monts, knowing that co when i sobber up, I would regret it?

I swallowed, my throat dry as the weight of my own choices settled onto my chest.

I should move.

I should get up, fix my dress, leave before I made this worse.

But my body wouldn’t listen.

The wine still buzzed in my system, mixing with the exhaustion of what we had just done, and despite every rational thought screaming at to leave, my eyelids grew heavier by the second.

Aiden must have felt my body relax because he shifted, adjusting us both until he was leaning back in the chair, bringing with him.

I didn’t protest.

I didn’t even open my eyes as he traced slow, absentminded circles against my bare thigh.

I just let the warmth of his body lull into unconsciousness, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my cheek sending drifting into a hazy, blissful oblivion.

I’d deal with the consequences later.

Right now, I just wanted to sleep.

The last thought I had before sleep claid was simple.

I’m going to regret this.

And when I woke up, tangled in Aiden’s arms, reality would co crashing down.

But that was a problem for another ti.

I still couldn’t believe it.

I had given Aiden my virginity.

The realization clawed at my mind, but surprisingly, it didn’t send into a panic. I should be freaking out, regretting every second of what just happened. But I wasn’t.

I should bla the wine. Yeah, that was the logical excuse—the easiest way to explain why I had thrown caution to the wind, why I had let him touch , take , ruin in the best way possible.

But deep down, I knew the truth.

I didn’t regret it.

And that scared more than anything.

Because if I didn’t regret it... if I could still feel the ghost of his touch, the heat of his mouth on my skin, and not feel ashad... then what did that an?

No. I wasn’t going to do this. I wasn’t going to overthink it.

This was a mistake—a beautiful, reckless, intoxicating mistake—but a mistake nonetheless.

Whatever this feeling in my chest was, I was not going to na it.

I sighed, burying my face against Aiden’s bare shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing as sleep started to pull under again.

I should stop thinking.

I’d deal with all of this when I wake up.

For now, I just needed to sleep.

And that’s exactly what I did.