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UNRAVELING

Lena couldn’t shake the memory of Aiden’s touch as she left the club that night. It lingered on her skin like a brand, a constant reminder of the magnetic pull he had over her. She had stayed far longer than she intended, their conversation weaving a web of intrigue and attraction that she hadn’t been able to escape. Even now, as she walked into her apartment, the city lights twinkling outside her window, she felt his presence lingering in the air around her.

She tossed her purse onto the couch and kicked off her heels, trying to shake off the feeling. But it was no use. Aiden had gotten under her skin, and she wasn’t sure how to get him out. Part of her didn’t even want to try.

The next morning, Lena tried to focus on her work, burying herself in contracts and legal briefs. But her mind kept drifting back to the club, to the way Aiden had looked at her as if she was the only person in the room. She caught herself staring blankly at her computer screen more than once, her thoughts tangled in the memory of his voice, his touch.

As the day wore on, it became clear that she wasn’t going to get anything done. Frustrated, she closed her laptop and decided to take a break, hoping a walk would clear her mind. But as she stepped outside, the cool autumn air doing little to calm the storm inside her, her phone buzzed in her pocket.

She pulled it out, her heart skipping a beat when she saw the name on the screen: Aiden Cross.

For a moment, Lena hesitated. She hadn’t expected to hear from him so soon—if at all. But curiosity got the better of her, and she answered, trying to keep her voice steady.

“Hello?”

“Lena,” Aiden’s voice was like velvet, smooth and enticing. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“Not at all,” Lena replied, leaning against the brick wall of the building beside her. “What can I do for you?”

“I was hoping we could continue our conversation from last night,” Aiden said, his tone hinting at more than just a casual chat. “Over dinner, perhaps?”

Lena’s pulse quickened. She knew what he was asking, what he wanted. And she wanted it too, more than she was willing to admit. But she also knew that this wasn’t just about dinner—this was about something deeper, something that could very well consume them both if they weren’t careful.

“Dinner sounds nice,” she found herself saying, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

“Perfect,” Aiden said, satisfaction evident in his voice. “I’ll pick you up at eight.”

Lena hung up, her mind racing. She had no idea what she was getting herself into, but one thing was certain—there was no turning back now.

The restaurant Aiden chose was as luxurious as she had expected. Soft candlelight flickered across the polished wooden tables, and the scent of rich, savory dishes filled the air. Lena felt a flutter of nerves as she stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on Aiden, who was already seated at a corner table, watching her.

He stood as she approached, his gaze sweeping over her with an intensity that made her skin tingle. “You look stunning,” he murmured, pulling out her chair for her.

“Thank you,” Lena replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she sat down. She could feel the heat of his gaze, the electricity that seemed to crackle between them, growing stronger with every passing second.

The conversation started light—small talk about work, the city, their mutual interests. But there was an undercurrent of tension, a charged atmosphere that neither could ignore. Every time Aiden’s hand brushed against hers, every time their eyes met, Lena felt a jolt of desire course through her.

As the evening wore on, the conversation turned more personal. Aiden shared stories from his past—his struggles, his triumphs, the things that had shaped him into the man he was today. Lena found herself opening up in ways she hadn’t anticipated, revealing bits and pieces of herself that she usually kept hidden.

There was something about Aiden that made her feel safe, even as he stirred a dangerous thrill inside her. It was a paradox she couldn’t quite understand, but it only made her want him more.

“Tell me, Lena,” Aiden said, his voice dropping to that low, intimate tone that sent shivers down her spine. “What do you want?”

Lena’s breath caught. The question was loaded, layered with meaning. She knew he wasn’t just asking about her career, her goals. He was asking about them, about what she wanted from him.

“I want…” Lena hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel her resolve weakening, the walls she had built so carefully starting to crumble. She looked into his eyes, saw the raw, unfiltered desire there, and something inside her snapped.

“I want you,” she admitted, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

Aiden’s eyes darkened, his gaze intense and predatory. “Then you’ll have me.”

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with promise. Lena felt the world around her fade away, her focus narrowing to the man sitting across from her, the man who had already managed to unravel her in ways she hadn’t thought possible.

Before she could say anything else, Aiden leaned across the table, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. The touch was light, almost innocent, but it sent a shockwave through her, igniting a fire that burned hot and fierce inside her.

“We should go,” Aiden murmured, his voice rough with barely restrained desire. “Before I do something we both can’t take back.”

Lena’s heart raced, her mind spinning with the implications of his words. She knew what he was asking, what he was offering. And despite the voice in her head screaming at her to slow down, to think this through, she found herself nodding.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. “Let’s go.”

Aiden didn’t need to be told twice. He stood, offering his hand to help her up. As soon as she was on her feet, he was leading her out of the restaurant, his grip firm, possessive. Lena could feel the tension coiling between them, a live wire ready to snap.

They didn’t speak as they made their way to his car, the silence between them thick with unspoken desires. As soon as they were inside, Aiden turned to her, his eyes burning with a hunger that took her breath away.

“Lena,” he said, his voice low and urgent, “tell me to stop, and I will. But if you don’t…”

Lena didn’t let him finish. She leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss that was as much a promise as it was a demand. Aiden responded instantly, his hands coming up to cradle her face as he deepened the kiss, holding her head. The seat was already becoming an inconvenience for their sexual interest, in the next moment Aiden leaned the front seat forward magnifying and creating more space for the moment. Aiden lifted Lena forward opening her soft lingerie with soft care and digging in to her pussy which was already becoming wet due to the hot romance going on. He didn't mind the wetness and stick out his tongue tickling the wet pussy of Lena. Lena cried out softly in excitement telling Aiden to go deeper. As Aiden managed to turn all her Athena on, he leaped slowly guiding his penis to the glorious hole of Lena which was already wet, made it easy for Aiden to go softly and sloppy making her moan so romantically. After pouring all the tension, all the desire that had been building between them into that one moment.

When they finally broke apart, both breathless, Aiden’s eyes were dark with need. “Then let’s go,” he said, his voice rough with desire.

Lena nodded, the decision made. There was no turning back now.

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