"Thanks, Jay," I said as he closed the door. I pushed the blanket down and slipped my boxers on.
"Of course I do." "It's not a bother at all, you know that." "Great, Monday morning then? Brunch, sure." "Okay..." "Bye."
I returned with two coffees, croissants and fruit on a tray.
"Who was that?"
Lilli shifted around, twisting her body. This action caused my shirt to ride up and I could almost see her perfect little ass. I silently willed my dick down from full mast.
"Viola," she sat up, crossed her legs and leaned against the headboard. "I'm helping her with the upcoming charity ball. It's a black and white ball." She grabbed the cup of coffee I offered. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." I settled back against the headboard. "I'm glad you’re helping her."
In my peripheral vision I saw her smile a little. I knew she was worried about getting too involved with Viola. This arrangement made us question every detail. However, I could handle Lilli being around, even if we weren't together anymore. A small voice in my head called me a liar.
Chapter Six
Date Night: Iverson Style
Lillie
Last night was amazing. However, sex with Aidan Iverson always seemed to be amazing. I didn’t know if I could even bring myself to put a stop to it. It was just too – ugh, too good, but I needed to stop it before it progressed even further.
As I waited for the water to warm up in the shower, I turned to the mirror.
"I’m going to kill him." My anger boiled, examining the dark bruise at the base of my neck.
Stomping back into the bedroom, I glared at Aidan. He sat on the bed talking into his cell phone. He looked at me.
"I need to call you back." He dropped his phone to his lap. "What’s wrong?" He eyed me with a worried expression.
"A hickey? Seriously, Aidan, a hickey?" He fought laughing.
"It’s not that –"
"Oh, shut the hell up. It’s completely noticeable. I’ll have to wear turtlenecks for like a month." I half whined and half yelled. He lost his battle to not laugh at me. "It’s not funny, jerk! You don’t have some gross mark on you." I pointed to the offensive bruising.
"I wouldn’t mind." His cocky smirk made it a challenge.
"Oh really?" I cocked my head and darted to the bed. Jumping on his lap, I pinned him down.
My lips captured his neck before he could protest. Once he realized my intentions, his body took over, his hands groping, grinding his erection against me. I worked his neck until I was sure the evidence would be as noticeable as mine.
Channeling my inner Celia Leighe, I pulled back and climbed off of him. He groaned and tried to hold onto my hips. I slid away.
"Now we’re even." I shrugged and went back to the bathroom.
"Fuck…Lilli….come back to bed. You can’t leave me like –"
"Water’s running." Batting my lashes, I closed the bathroom door.
He had me so worked up, I couldn’t keep my fingers from wandering to the southern regions of my body, extinguishing the intense need throbbing inside me.
Throughout the remainder of my shower I wondered if he would appear in the bathroom. A part of me screamed for him to get in here. The other part of me, my brain, prayed he didn’t show up. I needed to process the past two days.
Knowing our date was tonight intensified my anxiety. He already admitted to not wanting to stop and how could I blame him when I started it. Plus, I hadn’t exactly objected to the other times. Instead I moaned, groaned, and grinded against him. Could I be any more hypocritical? I seriously needed to end the physical…well, maybe not end it, but definitely slow it down. We have to talk tonight, it’s going to be an uncomfortable conversation.
Drying off, I played out different ways to bring the topic up.
"So, Aidan, I love having sex with you, but do you think we could slow down before I mentally exhaust myself?" Or, how about, "Aidan, you do amazing things with your tongue, but I think we need to slow down on humping like rabbits." Hell, maybe I could open up with, "So, I know I jumped you like a bitch in heat in the library, but we should take a step back."
With a frustrated sigh, I mentally slapped myself for being an idiot. Discussing this stuff shouldn’t be this difficult. We are both adults and talked enough to make this arrangement, so discussing sex should be just a simple.
Yeah right, Lilli. Simple? Sex doesn’t make anything simple.
Silencing my thoughts, I wrapped up in a robe before drying my hair with a towel. I walked back in the bedroom, Aidan wasn’t there. I did a small happy dance. Literally, I did a dance. Quickly, I slipped into a pair of yoga pants, a sports bra, slid a tank top on, and headed to the workout room.