Page 44 of Seasons of Love
"Are you going to stand there and ogle me all day?"
Would the answer to that question ever be no, especially when Aiden had such a perfect ogle-worthy ass?
"Aid, you're bending over my workbench, operating a handheld drill. You have no idea how much self-restraint I need right now to keep my clothes on."
He stopped the drill, which he was using to buff the engine casing of the Harley, and removed his protective face mask.
"Well, don't mind me. All the doors are closed. It's just you, me…and the power drill."
I groaned when he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. His ass was basically saying "come get me."
Fucking tease.
I walked over to him, sparing a glance at the clock on the wall that told me we still had time before we needed to leave to meet the guys at the bar.
"Were you doing that on purpose?" I asked, running my hand over his ass. He bent over a little more to press against my front. The bastard.
"Doing what on purpose?" he said with the least innocent expression I'd ever seen on him.
"Do you know what happens to sassy boys who think they're in charge?"
He trapped his lower lip between his teeth. "No?"
"You're not tricking anyone, baby. So you're going to bend over while I eat your sweet ass. No coming until I say so. Got it?"
He looked at me from under his lashes.
"Yes…boss."
"Don't call me boss. Liam calls me boss. It's just weird."
"Okay…Daddy."
"Please don't," I chuckled.
"Okay, then, what can I call you?"
There was an air of defiance in his eyes. I pulled him so he was straight up against my chest and claimed his mouth without turning him around. It was a difficult position for a kiss because he was twisting his neck, but he didn't seem to mind since he gave as good as he got.
"Yours," I moaned into his mouth. "Call me yours."
"Mine, definitely mine."
I ended the kiss before I came in my pants like a teenager. That's how Aiden made me feel, except there was no denying that I definitely wasn't a young man anymore.
My recovery time was long, which actually suited me fine because I could give Aiden extra orgasms, but my back was giving me trouble.
Aiden had noticed it when I'd had a crippling spasm during sex a few days ago and we'd had to stop. Coming prematurely would have been less embarrassing.
Speaking of which, maybe I shouldn't get on my knees on a hard floor as much as I had a hard-on for eating Aiden's ass.
"Change of plans," I said, pulling Aiden toward the staff area.
"What? No fair," he complained, but still removed his clothes extra fast when he saw we were headed for the shower.
I was definitely thankful to past-Slade for having a wet room with a bench and hooks rather than just a cubicle shower.
Aiden turned the water on and pulled us straight under the shower.
