Millie Parker wasn’t used to anyone staring at her like she was the main event.
But Aidan Moretti?
He was looking at her like nothing else in the room even existed.
It rattled her—made her feel seen, wanted, and a little wild all at once.
Those dark eyes of his moved over her body slowly and hungrily, and her heart started hammering so hard she wasn’t sure if she liked it or if it scared her.
“You’re gorgeous, Amelia,” he said low, like he knew exactly how those words would land.
His fingers slipped under the back of her bra, popped the hook with one easy flick.
The thing fell somewhere behind her, and before she could even breathe right, his mouth was on her, lips brushing over one nipple.
It tightened up fast in the cool air.
When he grazed it with his teeth—just a light scrape—she sucked in a sharp breath, her whole body shivering.
He gave a small smirk against her skin, obviously loving how she reacted, then moved to the other one.
He took it in his mouth, a slow pull.
Millie bit her lip, trying to stay quiet, but a little moan slipped out anyway.
His hand slid down to her thigh, thumb doing lazy circles on the soft skin right up high—close enough to drive her crazy, but not quite touching where she was starting to ache for it.
She wasn’t just lying there passive, though.
Her hands moved over his chest, feeling the solid muscle under smooth skin, then kept going lower until her fingers brushed the waistband of his boxers.
She paused for half a second, then let her hand drift over the hard length of him—a light touch, but enough that he pulled in a quick breath.
Aidan dropped his forehead between her breasts for a moment, warm breath fanning over her skin.
“Not playing shy tonight, huh, Amelia?” he teased, voice thick with that cocky edge that annoyed her and turned her on at the same time.
He lifted his head, eyes locking on hers—playful, challenging.
“So what’s it gonna be? You want me to keep going, or should I be a good boy and stop?” He was already leaning in closer, lips hovering right over hers, daring her to say it.
Her pulse was loud in her ears, her body yelling one thing while her brain tried to catch up.
She wasn’t some clueless girl falling for a smooth line—she knew guys like Aidan were walking red flags.
But the way he looked at her, like she was the only thing worth his time right then, made it really hard to give a damn about being smart.
“No,” she said, voice shaky with how bad she wanted it.
“Don’t stop.”
Yeah, of course she said it.
You don’t slam on the brakes in a moment like that—not up in a penthouse with a guy who looks like he stepped out of an ad and knows it.
Pretty soon, his boxers were gone, kicked somewhere on the floor.
He stood there, completely bare, totally at ease—like being naked was his default setting.
Her thong didn’t last much longer; he hooked his fingers in the sides and slid it down slowly, eyes never leaving her.
She wasn’t shaved bare or anything—just neatly trimmed—and the way he looked at her made her feel like she was quietly flipping off whatever polished, high-maintenance type he usually went for.
It felt good.
Like a tiny fuck-you to the usual rules.
Aidan slid down her body, his hands gentle as he pushed her thighs apart.
His lips grazed the soft skin on the inside of her leg, light and teasing, sending little sparks shooting straight through her.
Millie grabbed fistfuls of his hair, trying to hold on to something solid.
Then he stopped.
Looked up at her with that annoying smirk.
“Amelia,” he said, voice low and taunting, “do I need to tie you up just to keep you still?”
Her cheeks went hot.
Her body was already answering for her.
He didn’t wait for words.
He just went right back, mouth hovering so close to where she was dying for him, brushing past it on purpose.
“Oh…” The sound slipped out of her.
She clutched the sheets tight, hips lifting toward him without thinking.
Aidan pressed his forearm across her waist, pinning her down easy, like he was the one deciding how this went.
“You taste so damn good,” he muttered against her.
His tongue circled her clit slowly, teasing, then drifted back to her thighs with soft kisses that drove her nuts.
“Aidan, please,” she gasped.
Every nerve in her was screaming.
He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, that dangerous spark still there.
“You think you’re gonna regret this tomorrow, Amelia?” His tone was pure challenge, like he was daring her to chicken out.
“No,” she said, breath catching.
“Please…”
That grin of his spread wide—the one that said he was gonna make her beg a little more.
“Then tell me what you want.”
“More,” she got out, voice shaky and desperate.
“I want more.”
His grin got bigger.
He dipped his head again, and this time his tongue went right for her clit, quick, hard strokes that made her whole body jerk.
He teased, then sucked hard, and a rush of heat slammed through her so strong her head spun.
“Aidan!” she cried, voice breaking as the pleasure hit sharp and fast.
He grinned against her, clearly eating up every sound she made.
Then his middle finger slid inside her, slow at first, feeling how wet she was, before he picked up speed to match his mouth.
Millie was soaked, her body chasing every move he gave her.
When he felt her start to tighten, he pushed in a second finger, curling them just right while his lips locked on again, sucking with perfect pressure.
She gasped.
Her whole body shook as the tension wound tighter and tighter—then snapped.
The orgasm crashed over her hard, wave after wave, leaving her gasping, trembling, and sinking deep into the mattress.
He eased off slowly, kissing her thighs softly while she came down, chest heaving.