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 me a glare, her suspicion
obvious
, but she slid in anyway.
Big mistake.
The moment I shut the door behind me, 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 me.
"Aiden, we’re in a car—"
"Yes, we are," I agreed, my fingers parting her thighs. "And yet here you are, already wet for me."
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 me, but I caught her chin, angling her face toward mine.
And then, I kissed her.
Hard.
Possessive.
She melted into it, her hand gripping my shirt,
pulling
me closer.
The kiss turned deeper, messier.
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 me.
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
me, 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 me, a strangled groan escaped my throat.
Fuck.
Her touch was warm, soft—almost
too
soft.
I gritted my teeth as she gave me a teasing stroke, her grip just firm enough to drive me insane.
"Alexia," I growled, my forehead pressing against hers.
She smirked,
actually smirked
, as she tightened her grip, stroking me again—this time 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 game.
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 me?"
She let out a strangled sound, her fingers faltering around me.
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 me.
"Aiden," she whimpered, her grip on me tightening as if to punish me.
But she wasn’t winning this game.
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 me, her hips moving
instinctively
into my touch.
"Fuck," I muttered, watching her unravel.
Her hand on me faltered, but I wasn’t done yet.
I curled my fingers inside her, hitting that spot that made her
jerk
against me.
"Aiden—"
"Shh," I whispered, capturing her lips in a deep, slow kiss.
She moaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me, making me even
harder
in her grip.
Her hand moved again, stroking me faster now, desperate, needy—matching the pace of my fingers as I fucked her with them.
We were a mess of tangled limbs, of ragged breathing, of slick heat and throbbing need.
"Come for me," I murmured against her lips, curling my fingers
just right
.
She let out a choked moan, her body tensing—then she
shattered
, trembling against me, her nails digging into my skin as she rode out the waves.
Her movements on me became erratic, and fuck—
I was right there, too.
Her lips brushed my jaw, breathless, teasing, her fingers still working me,
milking
every bit of control I had left—
And then I groaned, my grip tightening on her thigh as I
came
, my release spilling over her hand, hot and messy between us.
For a moment, 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 me, 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
flamed
, her lips parting like she wanted to say something—
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 some sort of composure.
"Relax," I said, amusement lacing my voice. "People
know
you’re my wife."
She shot me a glare, tugging at her dress. "You’re
impossible
."
I chuckled.
She was adorable when she was flustered.
Good lord, if someone had told me 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 lifetime
.
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 moment the driver opened the door, I saw it—the sheer embarrassment on her face.
Yeah, there was no hiding it.
The
car
smelled like sex. The scent of
her
still lingered in the air, mixed with the faint musk of me. Her hair was a complete mess, 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 somehow 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 me
hard
in the ribs.
I laughed.
Yeah, I wasn’t done teasing her yet.
She shot me a glare as we walked toward the entrance, her posture stiff like she could somehow 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 mean," I murmured lazily, sliding a hand into my pocket—the same 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 me to drop these in front of everyone, I’d suggest you stop looking at me like you want to murder me."
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 me 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.