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  I’m thrown on the king-size bed, and I sink into the down comforter before the door clicks shut. “Take off your clothes,” Aiden demands. He reaches behind his head, tugging off his shirt in one fell swoop. I was unzipping my shorts, but I stop short and gawk at his chest and move my gaze down. The muscles in his lower stomach that form a perfect V-shape…it’s like a sign saying look down. So, I do. He unbuttons his pants and his cock springs free. I lick my lips, still remembering how he felt in my mouth not that long ago.

  “Are you going to finish?” Aiden says, looking at me.

  “I thought I had, but if you’d like me to go again, I’d be happy to oblige.” I smile up at him.

  “Woman,” he growls. “I was talking about you getting undressed.”

  Oh. Oops. I lift my butt off the bed to pull my shorts down over my hips and he grabs them, yanking them off the rest of the way. His patience is waning, so I whip off my shirt, throwing it on the ground. He hooks his fingers inside the waistband of my panties, pulling them down at a slower pace. I arch my back, reaching underneath to unsnap my bra. When I’m completely bare, he stares down at me. The hunger in his eyes makes my desperate body ache even more. Touch me, dammit.

  “I feel like I’ve been on a diet,” he rasps. “But I’m about to fucking binge on the taste of you.” He falls to his knees, pushing his arms under my thighs and yanking me to his waiting mouth. I cry out at the first swipe of his tongue. He circles my clit and then sucks, sliding two fingers inside me, pumping in and out. I look down my torso and it’s sexy as hell to watch him devour me. I run my hand through his hair, gripping it when my body explodes into an abyss of stars.

  “I’m sorry, babe.” I frown as he stands up, fisting his cock and pumping it once before lining it up at my entrance. I wait for him to tell me what he’s sorry for because if he feels he did something wrong just now, I’ll let him try again. Instead, he slams into me, and I scream out in pleasure. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls. “I wanted to take my time, but I don’t think I can go slow.”

  “Fuck me, then,” I breathe out. His fingers dig into my hips, and he does just that. Our bodies slap together. I lift my hips, meeting his thrusts, and he lets out a guttural groan, watching himself disappear inside of me. He reaches up and grabs my breast in his hand, pinching the nipple, and I cry out. Sweat beads on his forehead.

  “Fuuckk, Addison,” he roars, throwing his head back. His stomach muscles clench and his body pulses as he empties himself inside of me.

  “There is not a sane man in this world who could resist this.” He pulls out slowly, watching his cock at my entrance, and then presses it back inside me. I moan as my eyes roll back. “I was fucking insane,” he mutters to himself. He pulls out and walks to the bathroom, returning with a towel.

  When he lies down beside me, he rolls onto his side and holds his head up with his hand. “Where are we?” I ask, pushing up on my elbows and looking around the room. There is a wall of windows, but it’s dark outside, so I can’t see anything. It’s a typical hotel room, so there is no telling where we are.

  “We’re in the Poconos.”

  “Hmm. Room is nice.” Not like I’ve seen anything else. I roll to my side, facing him. “You know, there are hotels in the city.” The air conditioner kicks on, and I shiver when it blows on my naked body.

  Aiden sits up to pull the comforter down, and I crawl underneath. He slips in beside me, and I snuggle against the warmth of his body. “I wanted to get out of the city. You’ll understand when you see it in the daylight.”

  It’s quiet here. Even in the dead of night, I can still hear cars outside in the city. I guess I’ve gotten used to it because I don’t notice it anymore—until now, where the silence is unpolluted. My stomach grumbles, and Aiden looks down at me. “Hungry?”

  “Yes, but I don’t want to get up.”

  “I want you to see the stars here.” His lips graze mine in a quick peck before he rolls over, throws the covers off, and stands up, showing off his magnificent backside. I want to stay here and watch your gorgeous ass. He looks at me over his shoulder, waiting for me to move.

  I roll my eyes and remove the covers. “I was so warm though,” I whine, shivering. “What is it with hotels thinking everyone wants to freeze?”

  He chuckles. “You weren’t complaining earlier.”

  I pull up my shorts and look at him. “I guess when you have a ten-inch cock pumping inside of you, you tend to heat up a bit,” I quip.

  He flashes a megawatt smile, stepping into me. “God, I love you. Can you repeat that to me every day, especially when the guys are around?” I laugh and push on his chest so I can finish getting dressed. He takes two steps back, still smiling wide.

  “Do guys really compare?”

  “Fuck yeah,” he says.

  “Guys are a different breed.” He chuckles and I push my head through my shirt, tugging it down over my breasts and tucking part of it into my shorts. “C’mon, I’m hungry and I have some stars to look at.”

  “Wow,” I say in amazement, looking up. We grabbed dinner at a restaurant in the hotel and now we’re sitting on a couple of Adirondack chairs on a dock, staring up into the star-filled sky. I forget how bright stars can be without the light pollution drowning them out. “It reminds me of the night we laid on the lawn, watching the stars at Travis’s place.” I chuckle. “Well…minus the handcuffs.”

  “I can fix that if you’d like,” he teases.

  “So, was that officially our first date?” I ask, looking over at him. The beginning of our relationship has been so screwed-up, I don’t even know what to call it.

  “No,” he responds, staring up to the sky. “I’d like to think when I took you to Central Park was our first date. Since you didn’t have to go with me.”

  I stare at him for a beat until he turns to me. “As I recall, I don’t remember you giving me much of a choice then either, Mr. Top Gun.”

  “I see nothing wrong with going after what you want.” He shrugs. “You should have seen your face.”

  I pull myself up in my chair and look over at him. He’s watching the stars, hands behind his head, legs spread wide.

  “I was mortified,” I snicker. I still can’t believe he did that.

  He glances at me and the playful smile on his lips along with his relaxed body makes coming here worth it. I sit back and enjoy the clean night air. The sounds of crickets and frogs echo off the still lake surrounded by tall, lush trees. My eyes close. The serene environment relaxes me to the point of sleep. I hear Aiden’s chair creek. I open my eyes, and he’s standing over me.

  “Let’s go, I’m starving,” he says.

  “We just ate.”

  The wicked gleam in his eyes tells me he’s not referring to food. “I told you, I starved myself for the past month and I’m making up for it this weekend.” My body tingles and my pulse quickens. His words are like a circuit to my body and he just hit the on button.

  ***

  The air conditioner kicking on wakes me up. I roll over, looking at Aiden sound asleep. It must be morning because I can see slivers of light coming through the blinds. He’s lying on his back and his dark hair is messy and wild against his pillow. I’m not sure if that’s from sleeping or me. My fingers twitch to touch it again. His five o’clock shadow has turned into a sexy stubble. Dark hairs line his defined jaw. My mind takes me back to last night, how that scruff felt against my most sensitive area. Fan-fucking-tastic. I close my eyes and my breath vibrates as my body starts to hum.

  I move off the bed as quietly as I can and go to the bathroom. My face is flushed when I look at my reflection in the mirror. I quickly go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. When I step back into the cold room, I spot Aiden’s FBI shirt. My mouth curls into a smile as I tiptoe over to it and slip it on. It drapes over my naked body. Mmm. It still smells like him. Aiden’s asleep when I crawl back on the bed. The movement jostles him, and he moves his arm behind his head but remains sleeping. I pull the she
et down so it uncovers his cock. I bite my lip, drinking in his sexy body. Thank God for morning erections.

  I want him to feel as worshipped as he makes me feel every time he touches me. I straddle him, wrapping my fingers around his already hard cock and pump once. A low groan falls from his lips. When I look up, vibrant green eyes stare at me. I align him at my entrance and slide down until he’s sheathed from root to tip, moaning from the fullness of him inside me. I lift up from my knees and grind my hips back down. My body quivers from the sensitive nerve endings.

  “Fuck, that feels good.” His voice is still raspy from sleep and the deep sound makes me move faster. His fingers move up my thighs, and he seizes my hips. He holds my hips higher as he pistons below me, spearing me with his cock. I lift the T-shirt I’m wearing and grab my heavy breasts, pinching my nipples. I cry out with pleasure. When he loosens a hand from my hip, I continue riding him. His shirt covers both of us so he reaches under and finds my swollen clit, circling it with his thumb.

  “Yes,” I scream out. I’m almost there. The fire building inside of me is about to explode.

  “Ride me hard, Addison,” he commands. The way his cock swells inside of me, I can tell he’s almost there, too. I slam down on him, grinding my hips back and forth as I do. We get there together and any coherent words disappear in the grunts and cries and deep groans. I fall on top of him, breathless. Our labored breaths are all we can hear over the air conditioner.

  “Can I make that a mandatory wake-up call from now on?” he pants.

  I put my chin on his chest, looking up at him. His face is red, and he’s sporting a sexy half-grin. He wags his eyebrows, and I laugh. I take another deep inhale and exhale and kiss his chest before pushing myself up.

  “I’ve decided you can’t have my shirt,” he says unapologetically. I huff, looking down at him. “I thought it was my favorite shirt before, but now it’s my fucking favorite shirt. Whenever I wear it, I’ll think of you riding my cock.” He shakes his head and sits up. “Sorry,” he murmurs against my lips. I guess I’ll just have to steal it.

  After breakfast, Aiden leads me back to the dock we sat on last night. I couldn’t see the magnificent view in the darkness, but in daylight I can see why Aiden wanted to bring me here. The tranquility fills my body, pushing out all my anxiety and worries.

  He tells me to stay on the dock. I watch him walk up to a little shack and talk to a guy. When he comes back, he’s carrying a couple oars. He flips his hat backwards and then bends down to pick up a canoe lying in a row of others. When he wears a hat, he looks younger. It takes the edge out of his FBI-agent persona. Now I know why he wanted me to wear my bathing suit.

  We carry the canoe to the dock, and Aiden tells me to get in. The little boat sways with my steps, and I sink down into it, holding onto the sides. Shit. It feels like it’s going to tip. Aiden chuckles so I flip him off. “Just make sure to sit in the middle,” he says, watching me scoot from seat to seat. In the middle.

  When he steps into it, I try and steady the damn thing. “Do you know what you’re doing,” I say, panicking a little.

  “You know how to swim, right?” he says, grinning.

  “You dump me over, I’m going to kill you.” I narrow my eyes at him. His laugh echoes all around us. He sticks the oars in the water and starts rowing. We’re facing each other and since he seems to know what he’s doing, I sit back and relax. His arms flex each time he rows, and I can’t seem to stop staring at them. Aiden clears his throat. My eyes find his, filled with amusement. I shrug, not caring that I was caught. You’d have to be blind not to appreciate his gorgeous arms.

  He stops rowing and I look around. We’re in the middle of the lake, not another boat in sight. It’s just us. “It’s gorgeous out here,” I say. Aiden takes off his hat for a second while he slips his shirt off and leans back, putting his hands behind his head.

  “Mmm-hmm.” He takes a few deep inhales, pulls his hat down low, and closes his eyes. The heat of the sun shines on his tanned chest. I twist my lips, watching his chest move up and down. Is he asleep? I look around, wondering what to do. I think about grabbing the oars, but I’m afraid to move.

  “Aiden,” I say. He doesn’t move. I sigh. I can’t believe he brought me in the middle of lake and then fell asleep. Maybe a little water will wake him up? I slowly lean over, trying to reach the water but the boat leans, too. “Shit,” I mutter under my breath, sitting back up.

  I look at Aiden and the boyish grin on his face pisses me off. I kick him with my foot. “What do you think is so funny? Stop pretending to be asleep.” His grin widens. He rights his hat and leans forward, crawling over the seat that separates us. The canoe starts to rock, and I grab the sides again. “Okay, stop moving. Go back to sleep,” I quip. A wicked gleam flickers in his eyes as he continues to slink toward me.

  “What’s wrong? You usually like to rock the boat.” His eyebrow shoots up.

  “Maybe metaphorically,” I snap as he rocks the canoe more. “Aiden.” My voice rises an octave in warning. Does he stop? No. The bastard grabs the sides and rocks it more. The closer he gets to me, his wicked smile grows. I know it’s coming before it happens, but it doesn’t stop the scream that escapes my lips when we’re tossed from the canoe.

  When I surface, I spit the lake water out of my mouth. Gross. I tried to snap it shut before hitting the water, but I was too late. Aiden bobs up beside me, wiping the water from his eyes and putting his hat back on…backwards. I splash him in the face, and he chuckles.

  “Asshole,” I laugh. I kick my feet to stay afloat. The water feels refreshing from the heat. Aiden swims up to me, wrapping his hands around my waist.

  “I like you wet.” He bites my lip and grins as his hand moves down to my ass. I slap him in the chest and push off him to swim back to the canoe.

  “We are not having sex in this dirty lake water, so don’t even think about it.”

  He swims behind me. I turn around, swimming backwards, keeping my eye on him. I don’t trust him to keep his hands to himself. He smirks before he dives under water. The murky water makes it hard to see where he is. I nervously laugh, spinning around looking for him. Adrenaline rushes through me and my pulse picks up. I feel like a shark is about to attack me. I look to the banks to see if I’m close enough to swim.

  Suddenly, I’m pulled underwater. I snap my mouth closed and try to release the hold Aiden has on my foot. I’m going to kill him. I reluctantly open my eyes. He’s grinning at me under water. He releases me but grabs my waist before I can get away. I let out a scream and take in some water. He must see me choking because he pulls me up. When we break the surface I’m already coughing. He swims us to the canoe, and I grab hold of the side

  He pats my back. “You weren’t supposed to drink the water.”

  I turn and glare at him. “Really?” I say through my coughs.

  He holds on to the side of the canoe beside me. When I stop coughing, he inches toward me. “I’m sorry,” he says softly.

  I clear my throat. “It’s okay. I’m alright. You just surprised me.”

  He smiles, inching closer. “You know, since you already have lake water inside of you, what’s a little more?”

  My mouth falls open, and I roll my eyes. “You are insatiable.”

  “That should not surprise you.”

  I hold my ground about not having sex in the lake. But the rest of the day, I can’t say I resisted his advances. He certainly made up for the month of abstinence. By the time we leave, I’m fully sated and the tenderness between my legs is a reminder of our time spent together.

  It was perfect.

  Unfortunately, we have to go back to life.

  Chapter four

  Aiden

  I was hoping my time with Addison could get me through this mess. Make today easier. It fucking didn’t work. I could become a dad today. The weight of it is so heavy I can barely catch my breath. I glance over at my clock on the nightstand. It glows five o’clock. My eyes burn
from being wide open the entire night. Jessie is supposed to be at the hospital by nine this morning to be induced. She asked me to be there with her to watch our little girl, Presley, be brought into this world.

  My heart pounds just thinking about it. If she ends up being mine, I want to be there. How horrible would that story be? Sorry, Presley, I wasn’t there to see you born because I didn’t think you were mine.

  Fuck.

  Can’t breathe.

  I roll over and pound a pillow with my fist. Deep down, I don’t think she’s mine. I don’t remember seeing Jessie the entire three days I was there. And if something happened the night Ryan got there, I just can’t believe I wouldn’t remember. Even as fucked up as I was, I remember Ryan being there so why would I not remember Jessie, or better yet…fucking her?

  The same questions fill my head that fill Addison’s. If she’s not mine, what’s the point of all of this? I have a feeling if I find out she’s not mine, this isn’t the end. Jessie has a plan. Fuck! I make plans, I’m not the target of them.

  I throw the covers off me and swing my legs around to the floor. I need to hit the gym to burn off some of this negative energy before I head to the hospital.

  The sun is barely peeking over the horizon as I walk to the gym. For a city that never sleeps, this is probably the quietest time of the night. Or morning. A few people are out jogging and vendors are starting to set up their carts. In another hour, this place will be packed.

  I take in a deep breath of fresh morning air. At least fresh for New York City. I pull out my phone and type out a text to send to Addison but then erase it. I have no idea what to say to ease her mind, so I stuff my phone back in my pocket. She’s probably going out of her mind, too. The all-too-familiar feeling of guilt rises inside of me. We should be planning a wedding, not planning a DNA test to find out if I cheated on her.