Page 70 of Bitter Lies

“Sit.” He cuts me off mid-sentence, voice calm but firm. “You need to eat.”

“I’m not hungry,” I lie. I’m starving, even though I haven’t done anything to work up an appetite. Just slept.

Dropping the knife, Aiden braces his palms against the butcher block island and frowns. When he’s in this mood, the man shouldn’t be allowed to make eye contact with anyone. The predatory gleam, paired with a smoldering intensity, makes him irresistible to every warm-blooded female.

After five deep breaths, he forces the tension out of his jaw, swallows, then grabs the knife and shoves it into the mayo jar.

“Let’s try again.” With a generous scoop of mayo, he slaps it on a split roll like he’s got something to prove. “I’ll feed you first. Nibble on it, or eat it all. Fuck if I care. I’m eating all of mine.”

Picking up the brown mustard, he shakes it. “After lunch, we’ll visit Alma. Check to see if she’s feeling better. When you’re ready to leave, we’ll swing by the penthouse to grab the rest of your things. Wash them because I’m sure they need it.”

His gaze flicks to mine. The heat is back. “Then dinner. After… we’ll fuck.”

“No!” Snatching the plate he slides my way, I storm off to the table and drop into the same chair I used this morning.

He shuts his eyes like he’s trying to keep it together. “No, to what exactly?”

Picking up the sandwich, I take a big bite. I need fuel to help me think. Damn, this is a good sandwich. Swallowing, I reach for a napkin and wipe my mouth.

“No to you telling me how it’s going to be.” I pinch off a piece of meat hanging from my sandwich and shove it in my mouth. “And that part about you hanging out with me today. I’m not your charge. Hell, I’m not even your girlfriend. We’re barely friends. More like strangers who, in a moment of weakness, gave in and finally fucked.”

Now seated opposite me, he chews like his sandwich personally offended him. The poor thing doesn’t stand a chance with the grip he has on it. With a snarl, he takes another bite, all teeth and attitude, then tosses it back onto his plate where it promptly falls apart.

We stare at each other.

My bites are slow and deliberate, chewing like a proper lady. His are quick and messy, all force and no care. As soon as the last bite is thrown into his perfect frowning mouth, he grabs both plates—even though half of mine is left.

Pushing to my feet, I reach for my plate. “Hey, mister. I’m not done.”

Two things happen. Both catch me by surprise.

The dishes go flying, clattering across the table before crashing to the floor. My sandwich scatters into pieces, and Bear is on them in seconds. Swallowing in large chomps as if afraid they’ll be ripped away before he can enjoy the stolen treat.

Then Aiden’s hand wraps around my wrist. Firm. Unyielding. Leaving me speechless. Before I can argue, he yanks me up and tosses me onto the cold, hard table. My back hits the center, and he’s there instantly, looming above me. Fuming.

Fuck me, that’s hot.

My arms outstretched above my head, he lets my legs dangle over the edge. His rigid body standing between them. The hard length of his cock presses against my stomach. Even hidden inside his jeans, it’s impressive.

I squirm beneath him, eagerly awaiting his next move. “Stop teasing me.”

The corner of his lips quirks up on one side. “No.”

His mouth takes mine, and I whimper like a needy bitch who hasn’t already had this man once today.

“Aiden.” Shifting my weight, I try to guide his body into the position I need. “Please.”

With his hands on my hips, he yanks them to the edge of the table and then drops into his chair. “Don’t say a damn word, or I’ll find something to gag you with.”

To stop myself from saying anything, I bite down on my bottom lip. A shiver runs through me as I watch his fingers work my slacks open, the button giving way before he drags the zipper down. I lift when he tugs them down my legs, the soft material sliding away as the cool wood meets my arse.

“So, you can be quiet?” He leaves them around my ankles before shoving my knees wide. “I bet you’re dying to say something.”

I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but refrain. Taking matters into my own hands, I grab his hair with both hands and shove his face into my wet center, desperate for him.

He smirks and turns his head just enough to clamp down on the tender flesh of my inner thigh. When I flinch, he nips harder and then sucks.

Goddamn the man for driving me crazy with need.