Free Touched by Lilly Wilde

reveled in the elation of his proximity. We slid easily across the floor, his graceful movements taking me on an enchanted flight. Being in his arms like this felt right somehow; I was more comfortable than I would have liked. The conflicting emotions were consuming me. I craved his touch, yet it hurt to be this close. I wanted to run; yet I wanted to melt into him.
    “I heard good things from Chicago,” he said, changing the subject.
    “Did you expect anything less?” I asked.
    “I can’t say that I did but in the future, you should take heed to my suggestions and trust that I know what’s best.”
    “This is my job, not yours and I will not go along blindly with everything you say. I’m not one of your corporate neophytes who think you’re all-knowing.”
    “It would appear I struck a nerve. That was not my intent. I only want what’s best for you. You know that, right?”
    “Aiden, can we just dance in silence?”
    The last time I’d danced with him, it resulted in him fucking me against the wall of a dark room on a yacht. I looked up when he didn’t answer. I was prepared to denounce anything inappropriate that he may have had in mind but I lost my words; my resolve weakened as soon as his eyes captured mine. His dark green eyes were as breathtaking and spellbinding as a thick blanket of stars; enchanting anyone who fell under his gaze. His eyes, just as his temperament, were strangely mercurial. At times, they were a brilliant emerald green, inviting you into his amazing world. And there were times when they were hooded with lust as they morphed into two dark smoldering pools of liquid green and then there were the times when he was angry, spitting green bolts of flashing fire.
    He smiled as he looked down at me, the light was bouncing from his chiseled features; he was utterly jaw-dropping! His only blemish was that his brows often knitted in frustration, at least when it came to me. When I’d last seen him, he was sporting that sexy stubble but tonight he was clean-shaven. I wanted to lick the side of his face. Dancing with him was a very bad idea. 
    “You’re nervous; don’t be. What do you expect me to do in a room filled with hundreds of people?”
    Torture me. You seem to enjoy that, I thought, as I again was reminded of what happened on the dinner cruise.
    “Well, one never knows with someone like you Aiden,” I replied bitterly.
    “I suggest you drop the attitude Aria … and maybe go one step further and give the pretense of getting along,” he scolded.
    “Is that an order, Mr. Raine?” I asked.
    “If it needs to be, then yes.”
    “Do you get a perverse kick out of exerting control over your employees?”
    “Aria, you should really watch what comes out of your mouth,” he warned.
    “Professionally, I intend to but privately, what comes out of my mouth isn’t something you will ever control,” I retorted.
    “What about what goes into your mouth?” he asked.
    “There’s nothing of yours that I want in my mouth.”
    “So no pineapple? And here I thought you wanted to corner the market on that commodity.”
    “Oh, I did until I found I was highly allergic so I’ve moved on to something that won’t give me cause for concern.”
    “So it’s back to the battery operated boyfriend, I presume. That’s not enough for someone as sensual as you Aria.”
    “Presume whatever you wish.”
    “You’re so very beautiful Aria.  Does your B.O.B. tell you that? Does it kiss you or tell you how sweet you taste? Does it whisper the dirty things that you like to hear as it plunges deep inside that tight cunt of yours? I know how very wet you get when I tell you how hard I want to fuck you. And I’m certain your pussy is seeping for me right now. Tell me it’s not.”
    Virginia’s quiet murmurs swiftly transitioned to pounding throbs “Will you please stop?”
    “I can’t.”
    “You mean you won’t.”
    “No, I mean just what I said. I can’t. You’re a hard woman to