Noah
The bath was supposed to be relaxing. Instead, my brain wouldn’t
shut up.
I slid into the tub with him and every muscle in my body
screamed finally–the jets pounding at my sore legs, my back melting
against his chest–but my head just kept looping the same problem
over and over.
Tomorrow. The dinner.
Our Saturday. His Saturday.
I had no clue how the hell to bring it up. It wasn’t just that it landed on the one day a week that was ours, no exceptions. It was that it involved William–the man Aiden already looked like he wanted to strangle on sight–and Lexie, who he probably thought was still trying to drag me into her bed. And then there was the kicker: Aiden had told me to pack nice clothes. Which meant he had plans. Real plans. What if they were for the night? How the hell was I supposed
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to say, “Hey, Sir, thanks for whatever you were planning, but I’m
ditching you?”
My stomach twisted. I could practically feel the punishment already.
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I’d tried to be clever. When I’d packed my bag, I slipped in the suit I
wanted to wear for the dinner, hoping that if I was careful enough,
maybe I could get away with suggesting it once he was in a good
mood. Maybe if I told him the good part first, about clearing things
with Lexie, that would soften the blow.
Still, the timing felt impossible. The longer I sat there, the worse it
got. The water bubbled around me as Aiden’s chest pressed solid and
warm against my back. His arms circled me loosely, like I was already
trapped and safe in the same breath. His hand moved idly across my
stomach, slow strokes that made my breath stutter no matter how
hard I tried to focus on my script.
Say it. Don’t say it. Tomorrow he’ll kill you. Say it now. No, wait. Fuck.
I sipped the wine he’d given me, trying to find courage in the taste.
My pulse was racing way too hard for someone sitting in a bubble
bath.
Then Aiden’s lips brushed my temple, and his voice was low, rumbling against the back of my skull. “I have something to tell you, baby
boy…”
My heart jumped. “Me too, Sir…”
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“Speak first,” he murmured, and his palm smoothed over my chest,
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fingers dragging slow patterns that had my head tipping back against
him with a moan I couldn’t stop.
God, he knew how to make it worse. His touch, the wine, the steam-
it all made me pliant, soft, needy. The worst possible state to confess
anything. But I had to try.
I swallowed, dragging air into my lungs. “Okay… but let me start with
the good part.” My voice came out shaky, breathless, almost lost in
his tender touch.
His hum vibrated against my back, patient and dangerous at once.
“I talked to Lexie,” I said, each word heavier than it should’ve been. “I
told her we can’t be more than friends. That we shouldn’t. And she
understood.”
I tilted my head back, eyes closed, letting him feel how much I meant it, even as my nerves spiked for the rest I hadn’t said yet.
Aiden’s lips pressed against my neck, slow and warm, and I felt the
smile in them.
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“I’m proud of you,” he murmured against my skin. “For saying it. For being honest. If that was what you really wanted, it had to be said.”
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His hand slid lower, teasing me with the slow path of his fingers
under the bubbles. My head tipped back on his shoulder as my body
betrayed me with a low moan.
“How do you feel about it?” he asked, voice casual, dangerous.
“That’s what I wanted,” I breathed. “It feels right. I never had feelings
for her… no desire… not like that.”
“Good boy.” His hand dipped lower, closing around my cock. I gasped,
hips twitching as he stroked me slowly, deliberately, like he had all
the time in the world to unravel me.
“Continue the talk,” he said.
There was no fucking way I could say the rest right now.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
