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to spend more time with Aiden. I wanted to be with him, I wanted him to shower we with that kind of that love.
I turned to him and said, "I'm so sorry."
Chapter 17
Aiden put little Lizzy to bed while I waited in the library.
I had wrongly assumed that a man of his wealth would have hired a nanny to care for his daughter, but he hadn't.
I heard their bantering laughter from down the hall as he ushered her along through the teeth brushing, the hair tying, and finally the bed time story telling.
I smiled when I could hear what they were saying. Those two truly lived in their own world full of idioms and secret signals. So much of their relationship was unspoken that if I hadn't witnessed it at the zoo earlier that day, I never would have been able to piece together what they were doing from the sounds alone.
As little Lizzy drifted off to sleep to the sound of her father's voice reading Where The Wild Things Are , my eye caught sight of a familiar book.
Secrets of a Supersexpert was just where it had been left the night Aiden had invited us girls over for dinner. I felt an embarrassed smile push up at the edges of my cheeks as I recalled Lizzy, the tattooed receptionist, had been magnetically attracted to this book and how she had used it to keep me with Aiden as she, and the other girls, made their getaway. I shook my head thinking about how I had seen that as evidence, proof even, of her involvement with Aiden.
I pulled the book out, trying to get my mind to focus on something other than how stupid I had been. I thumbed through a few pages. The photos were vivid, and unlike the grotesque pornography that my ex had tricked me into watching with him, these photos were tasteful, even erotic.
At some point my memories of that room, combined with the raw emotional reaction I was having to spending the day with Aiden and his daughter, put my mind into a deep sensual trance.
I became engrossed in the book.
I read each word carefully, scanning the letters for some clue to the secrets of sexual nirvana. I traced the outlines of each nude body, searching, scanning for some clue that I might pick up on to use for later.
I began seeing myself in those photos.
I could feel what the author was writing. I could put myself in place of the nude models. I could feel the enjoyment of the two lovers embraced, their pleasure caught in a split second, to be preserved and enjoyed by others for ever.
My breath deepened and slowed. My body warmed to a comfortable heat that began between my legs.
I wondered if I shouldn't run to the bathroom, towing the book along for "company".
I briefly considered if I had enough time to drop right there in the library and fulfill my own pleasure before Aiden would return.
"She's asleep."
I nearly jumped out of my skin.
I slammed the book shut and threw it on the ground. It was a gut reaction and made me look like a twelve year old boy who just got caught with his first dirty magazine.
Aiden walked over to see what I had thrown on the ground. He looked down at the book, turned his head, raised an eyebrow.
"I keep telling you, there is a much better book over here."
He reached down and pulled out an old, leather bound book. The title was Hidden Secrets: Erotic Poems Throughout History .
I glanced at him sideways.
"Pictures are nice," he said, "but words can take your mind places that photos just can't."
He opened the book, flipped through a few pages and began reading.
"This one is my favorite," he said,
"Hand to strange hand, lip to lip none denies;
Why should they breast to breast, or thighs to thighs?
Likeness begets such strange self flattery,
That touching myself, all seems done to thee."
I had seen enough chick-flick movies to view poetry reading as a cliche approach to getting a woman to take her pants off. Had Aiden showed up at my door proclaiming that he was going to be reading lines from a sonnet, I would have slammed the door on his face, but this was
I turned to him and said, "I'm so sorry."
Chapter 17
Aiden put little Lizzy to bed while I waited in the library.
I had wrongly assumed that a man of his wealth would have hired a nanny to care for his daughter, but he hadn't.
I heard their bantering laughter from down the hall as he ushered her along through the teeth brushing, the hair tying, and finally the bed time story telling.
I smiled when I could hear what they were saying. Those two truly lived in their own world full of idioms and secret signals. So much of their relationship was unspoken that if I hadn't witnessed it at the zoo earlier that day, I never would have been able to piece together what they were doing from the sounds alone.
As little Lizzy drifted off to sleep to the sound of her father's voice reading Where The Wild Things Are , my eye caught sight of a familiar book.
Secrets of a Supersexpert was just where it had been left the night Aiden had invited us girls over for dinner. I felt an embarrassed smile push up at the edges of my cheeks as I recalled Lizzy, the tattooed receptionist, had been magnetically attracted to this book and how she had used it to keep me with Aiden as she, and the other girls, made their getaway. I shook my head thinking about how I had seen that as evidence, proof even, of her involvement with Aiden.
I pulled the book out, trying to get my mind to focus on something other than how stupid I had been. I thumbed through a few pages. The photos were vivid, and unlike the grotesque pornography that my ex had tricked me into watching with him, these photos were tasteful, even erotic.
At some point my memories of that room, combined with the raw emotional reaction I was having to spending the day with Aiden and his daughter, put my mind into a deep sensual trance.
I became engrossed in the book.
I read each word carefully, scanning the letters for some clue to the secrets of sexual nirvana. I traced the outlines of each nude body, searching, scanning for some clue that I might pick up on to use for later.
I began seeing myself in those photos.
I could feel what the author was writing. I could put myself in place of the nude models. I could feel the enjoyment of the two lovers embraced, their pleasure caught in a split second, to be preserved and enjoyed by others for ever.
My breath deepened and slowed. My body warmed to a comfortable heat that began between my legs.
I wondered if I shouldn't run to the bathroom, towing the book along for "company".
I briefly considered if I had enough time to drop right there in the library and fulfill my own pleasure before Aiden would return.
"She's asleep."
I nearly jumped out of my skin.
I slammed the book shut and threw it on the ground. It was a gut reaction and made me look like a twelve year old boy who just got caught with his first dirty magazine.
Aiden walked over to see what I had thrown on the ground. He looked down at the book, turned his head, raised an eyebrow.
"I keep telling you, there is a much better book over here."
He reached down and pulled out an old, leather bound book. The title was Hidden Secrets: Erotic Poems Throughout History .
I glanced at him sideways.
"Pictures are nice," he said, "but words can take your mind places that photos just can't."
He opened the book, flipped through a few pages and began reading.
"This one is my favorite," he said,
"Hand to strange hand, lip to lip none denies;
Why should they breast to breast, or thighs to thighs?
Likeness begets such strange self flattery,
That touching myself, all seems done to thee."
I had seen enough chick-flick movies to view poetry reading as a cliche approach to getting a woman to take her pants off. Had Aiden showed up at my door proclaiming that he was going to be reading lines from a sonnet, I would have slammed the door on his face, but this was
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