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His attempt to sound like a normal boyfriend makes me smile. “I don’t mean to ruin this beautiful moment, but you know most men don’t say things like that to their girlfriends. Most women can go wherever they want whenever they want.”

Gideon’s eyes get a sparkle in them that looks downright devilish as he says, “I’m not like most men, Aria. I may not be the man most people think I am, but that doesn’t mean I don’t see the truth of what the world is. There are more than a few men who would happily take you from me for no other reason than to punish me because my last name is Rule. You’re mine to protect, so that means your freedom comes with some restrictions.”

Since I don’t think I have a choice if I want to be with him, I nod my agreement. I do want to stay with Gideon here in his beautiful penthouse. Now that I know he cares about me, I can live with a few limits.

He takes my hand in his and leads me to the bed, gently lying me on my back. “Now that our negotiations are finished, can we finally get to something we both deserve after the day we’ve had?”

Giggling, I watch as he begins to undress in front of me. “I didn’t realize those were negotiations. I would have asked for more if I knew.”

He stops loosening his tie and looks down at me. “Didn’t you get everything you wanted?”

I sense that’s a rhetorical question, but he has a point. I can freely move about the hotel whenever I feel like it. I can even leave, assuming I have a bodyguard.

And best of all, I now know Gideon’s in love with me. I got a lot out of our negotiations, it seems.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Gideon

As she lies on the bed watching me, I unbutton my black dress shirt slowly, button by button until there are none left. She doesn’t join in undressing me, oddly enough. I can’t figure this woman out. The other night, she walked into my shower to seduce me, and tonight, she seems perfectly content to simply watch me strip.

“Are you okay?” I ask, hoping she’ll say something to make any of this make sense.

With a smile, she nods. “Yes. I’m enjoying the show.”

I lean down over her and press a kiss to her lips before I whisper against them, “Join in then.”

Aria looks up at me with those green eyes that seem full of mischief as her hand cups between my legs. I’m hard and ready, so the feel of her fingers pressing against me only serve to excite me more.

“You mean like that?”

Not exactly, but I’ll fix that in a second. Standing up to my full height, I unzip my pants and slide my stiff cock out. She watches me give it a few strokes, smiling up at me.

Now it’s her turn.

“Sit up,” I order, and she does as I command.

Her beautiful eyes don’t seem so mischievous anymore. Instead, all I see is uncertainty in their green depths.

Stuffing my hand in her hair at the back of her head, I gently pull her mouth to my cock. She hesitates just before her lips touch the head and looks up at me innocently.

“I haven’t done this a lot. I might not be good at it. Just let me know if you don’t like how I’m doing it.”

Whatever kind of men she’s been with in the past must have been real losers because I can’t imagine watching Aria suck my cock ever being anything but pure ecstasy. As long as she doesn’t fuck around with her teeth, I’m going to love this.

“Don’t worry. I have no doubt you’ll be good.”

Her dark lashes lower so her eyes disappear behind them, and a second later, that perfect mouth of hers touches my skin, sending strings of the most delicious sensations racing to my balls. Jesus, she feels good on me. I thought her cunt was the most incredible feeling, but now I’m not so sure.

She’s tentative as she lowers herself down onto my cock, and I sense she really isn’t confident in her ability. That’s about to change.

I tug her head back so my cock pops out of her mouth. She stares up at me in confusion, and I think I see hurt in her eyes, so I quickly say, “I’ll guide you. Don’t worry. You’ll love it.”

Aria nods, but I can tell she’s not sure. That’s okay. I like having the chance to train someone in the way I like it.

“Lick your lips. The wetter they are, the better.”

“I know,” she says, and the hurt is evident in her voice. “I may not be good at this, but I know that.”