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Only His Touch

Part Two

Lilly Wilde

Only His Touch Only His Touch (Part Two) Copyright 2016 by Lilly Wilde www.lillywilde.com First Edition Cover Design by Sara Eirew Editing by Help Me Edit & Denise McClain Editing Services This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for third—party websites or their content. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. ISBN—13: 978-1310502637

Dedication To everyone who has a dream of telling a story and to everyone who has the ability to get lost in one.

Contents Copyright Dedication Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Epilogue Discussion Questions Connect with Lilly Wilde Books by Lilly Wilde About the Author

Chapter One I yawned as my eyes fluttered open. I was enveloped in Aiden’s arms, surrounded by his smell and wrapped in his love. I took in a deep breath and sighed, basking in the afterglow of last night. It was a beautiful evening—from start to finish—one I tucked away in that special place that belonged to Aiden and me. After coming home from my proposal last night, Aiden carried me upstairs and made sweet, gentle love to me. It’s rare that we have the patience to slow our pace and savor each moment, but when we do, it’s the complete giving and receiving of love on its purest level. I’m reminded of how perfect we are together—of how Aiden was uniquely designed, just for me. And now I was snuggled in bed with my fiancé, trying to recall every detail. Fiancé! Aria Cason has a fiancé. Would wonders ever cease? I lifted my hand and stared at the gorgeous ring as it sparkled in the light of the morning sun. I couldn’t believe I was engaged to Aiden Raine. And the new piece of jewelry on my left hand was nothing short of exquisite. “Did you say yes because of the ring?” Aiden teased, and kissed my shoulder. Smiling, I turned to face him. “I said yes because I’m crazy in love you. How long have you been awake?” “Not very,” he replied. Even with the rasp of sleep in his voice, I felt the resonance of his velvet tone between my legs. “Second thoughts?” he asked. I was sure once the shock had worn off, I would probably freak out, but for now, I was the happiest, most content woman on the planet. “Not a one,” I replied. “Good,” he said, his grip tightening around my waist. “So when are you going to marry me?” “Can I have at least twenty-four hours to be engaged?” I joked. Aiden didn’t smile at my attempt at humor. “You’ve said yes. I don’t see any reason to wait.” “What’s the rush? It’s not like I’m pregnant, and you’re marrying me to protect my virtue. That ship has sailed—Lyric is proof of that.” He reached up and touched the tip of my nose and then kissed it. “I just don’t want to wait.” “Let’s focus on getting moved first and then we can discuss dates,” I suggested. “How’s that?” “As far as I’m concerned, we can move today and get married tomorrow.” “Oh, you.” I laughed. “I think I want a wedding, and I want my sisters to be a part of it. And besides that, I want Lyric to have something to look back on when he’s older.” “It’s so easy for me to be selfish when it comes to you,” he said. “If it’s a wedding you want, then a wedding you shall have. I want you to have whatever you want—whatever makes you happy.”

The look in his eyes didn’t support his words. “What are you worried about?” I asked. “Nothing,” he said. “If your rush is because you think I’ll change my mind, you’re wrong. I won’t. I love you, and I’m extremely happy, baby.” He kissed my cheek and smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Come. Let’s get showered and dressed. We need to get these Boston plans underway.” * * * * * After our shower, we headed to the kitchen for a cup of tea for me and coffee for Aiden. I couldn’t help but notice that he was being extra attentive. Not that I didn’t enjoy his prolonged gazes, but there was something behind the furtive glances that worried me. It reminded me of his behavior after our first visit to Seducente—he’d been in quiet observance, ready to curtail any sign of my unease or of my tendency to run. Since Aiden had to go to work, we decided to wait until later in the day to iron out the details on our move to Boston. After feeding and spending some time with Lyric, Aiden and I returned to our bedroom to get dressed. “Why don’t you come with me to work today?” he asked. He pulled me into his arms and planted a chaste kiss on my lips. I smiled up at him as his hands slowly moved down my back and then lower, grasping my behind. “I thought you had meetings all day.” “I do,” he said. “No reason you can’t be present for those.” “Wait. Which meetings are we referring to? Raine Industries or one of your foundations?” “Does it matter?” he asked. I knew what he was doing. He didn’t want me out of his sight for any prolonged measure of time. I didn’t know whether to go along with it to reassure him, or tell him no, and then remind him of what he’d asked of me—what we’d asked of each other—to trust in the strength of our relationship. “Babe, you know I love you, and despite the fact that I didn’t answer right away, I’m happy I said yes. Nothing is going to change that. I’m staying. You’re stuck with me.” “Can I get that in writing?” he joked. He was smiling, but I knew he was half-serious. “You’ll have it in writing soon enough.” I eased from his embrace and went to the dresser in search of my diamond earrings. Aiden followed me. “You know…I’m surprised you said yes,” he said. He was no more surprised than I was. “Stop the presses! Media alert. Aiden Raine displays selfdoubt. The world is coming to an end,” I teased.

“But you’re glad you did?” he asked. “Yes.” “And you’re happy?” “Yes. Very. How could I not be?” “And no matter what, you’re staying…right?” I stopped looking for my earring and turned to face him. Although he had the same calm look that was his norm, he was anything but, and my assurances didn’t seem to register at all. He was still worried I’d run. * * * * * Aiden and I were in the home office looking at designs for our Boston home when a faint knock diverted our attention. We looked up and saw Sienna standing in the doorway. “Hello, you two. Forgive me for intruding. I would’ve called first, but Aiden hasn’t been accepting my calls as of late, so I took a chance and came over unannounced. I was hoping I could speak with you, Aiden,” she said. I looked at Aiden and was surprised by the almost immediate shift in his expression. He went from calm to agitated in a measure of seconds. “What is it, Mother?” he asked. “Actually, I’m glad you’re both here,” she said, eyeing me. “As this concerns you as well, Aria.” I glanced skeptically at Aiden then back at Sienna, and wondered what was happening now. “Please come in, Sienna. Have a seat,” I offered. She wore “elite and wealthy” extremely well. She was dressed in a stylish gray pantsuit and creamcolored heels. Her dark hair was parted in the middle and pulled into a perfect knot in the back. A pearl necklace fell right above the collar of her cream silk blouse. Other than the necklace and pearl stud earrings, her wedding ring was her only jewelry. And as usual, her makeup was flawless. “If this is about Lyric appearing in that charity show of yours, the answer is no,” Aiden said, his voice firm. “And I’d appreciate if you’d refrain from asking about ridiculous things like that in the future.” Sienna’s lips fell into a frown, her spirit deflating as she took in her son’s demeanor. “I understand,” she replied and took a seat. “That was only part of the reason for my visit.” “And the other part?” Aiden asked. He made zero attempt to hide his impatience. Sienna’s mouth opened into a perfect ‘o’, giving her face the look of a question mark. What the hell had happened between last night and now? Although obviously still puzzled by Aiden’s delivery, she shook off his impudence and started to respond. “Well…I know you have a certain level of resentment toward me. You always have, but I couldn’t help but notice it’s become blatant as of late. What have I done? And what can I do to make

amends?” Sienna appeared vulnerable, as though she might break down in tears. “Maybe you two should talk alone,” I suggested. Aiden looked at me and shook his head, rejecting my offer. “No. You don’t have to leave,” he said, and then looked back to Sienna. “There’s nothing you can do, Mother. What’s done is done.” “Would you be so kind as to tell me what is done, so I can at least make an attempt at reparations?” she asked. Aiden acknowledged her question with a condescending sneer. “How much time do you have?” I spun around, shocked by the coldness in his tone. “Aiden! Don’t be so cruel. Talk to her,” I encouraged. “Aria, you know as well as I do, this is pointless,” he replied. “Please. For the sake of what we hope to give to Lyric,” I said. Aiden drew a deep breath. “Mother, I’ll only address the two most recent offenses, because I doubt you’ll be able to stomach the others.” “You’re very angry with me, but last night, and even during the holidays, you were more than cordial, so, I don’t understand what happened,” Sienna said. That made two of us. From time to time, some of Aiden’s ill will toward Sienna slipped out, but he quickly self-corrected and placated her, at least to a certain degree. “Last night and the holidays were for the sake of Aria and my son. Aria should be able to look back on those special moments with fondness.” “So you were pretending?” she asked. “No. I was doing what Raines do.” Aiden stared at his mother, bitterness fueling his every word. “I set it all aside for the sake of the family.” Sienna was quiet and then said, “It felt as if we were actually the family we depict on our Christmas cards. Obviously, we have some healing to do. And since we’re having a wedding soon, I hope it will bring us all closer. So if there is even a slight chance that we can resolve any conflict between us, I would like to try.” “You know how I feel about your silence during the time Lyric was taken from us,” Aiden said. “It’s true, I didn’t use my best judgment, and if I could go back and do it differently, please believe me when I say I would. I never should have let Connor convince me to do things his way. I’ve just been going along with everything he’s wanted for so many years. I’ve let him make the final call on most decisions, even those that relate to my own children. I know that’s no excuse, but please know I’m genuinely remorseful.” She’d literally been brainwashed into the silent woman she’d once told me I needed to be for Aiden’s sake. I didn’t know how any woman could be that person to anyone. I looked at her, and all I felt was sorrow.

“Don’t you think it’s a little too late to learn how to be a mother?” “Aiden!” she gasped. “Your father and I didn’t raise you to be so disrespectful and—” “Don’t say that!” Aiden lashed out, pointing a finger at her. “You and I both know you and Dad didn’t raise me.” It was as if Aiden had dashed her with ice cold water. “Is this the part where you throw Dianna in my face again? Aiden, why do you say such things to me?” “I’m only stating the truth,” Aiden said. “Just because she helped clean some of your scrapes and read you a few bedtime stories, that doesn’t make her your mother. I’m your mother! That woman usurped my authority at every turn when it came to you.” “I have no intention of discussing her with you. Besides, she isn’t the reason for your visit.” “You’re right,” she replied in a quiet voice. “She isn’t.” Sienna looked toward me. “Aria, can I trouble you for something to drink?” “Of course. Sparkling water?” I asked. “Something stronger. Perhaps a brandy.” I looked at Aiden, as he assessed his mother, his angry expression abruptly changed to one of concern. “Sure,” I said, and headed to the bar. They were both quiet until I passed Sienna a glass. She took a sip of the alcohol and then said, “I apologize for my outburst.” Sienna carried herself with a sartorial elegance, even when she was in full-bitch mode, but not in this moment. The façade of refined culture and superiority had washed away. Her expression, her words, even her choice of drink had somehow humanized her. “It’s okay,” I said, as I sat beside Aiden. “Aiden, do you think you can ever forgive me?” she asked. Aiden’s contemplative gaze ran over Sienna’s face. “I know how Dad is,” he replied, his tone empathetic. Had seeing how difficult this was for her softened Aiden’s demeanor? “I know how he manipulates and pushes his way,” he said, turning less sympathetic. “And you’re right—you’ve let him do it my whole life, so why should I expect anything different. Can I forgive it? I don’t think so.” Her face fell, but she recovered quickly, reapplying her highbrow exterior. “I see.” We all sat in awkward silence for several seconds until I nudged Aiden, suggesting he say something. “But…that’s all in the past,” Aiden started. “If you’re really interested in making some changes, there’s a chance we can develop a better relationship.” “It’s going to be difficult,” Sienna said. “Years and years of learned behavior can’t be erased.”

“I know, but if you’re really sincere, I’ll support you.” “We both will,” I added. “Thank you, Aiden. And you too, Aria. I feel like such a fool. All these years, I’ve conditioned myself to think I was doing what was best for the family, but nothing could be further from the truth.” “We’ll be here for you, and I’m certain Sloan, Nick and Allie will say the same,” Aiden said. “That is my hope,” she replied, and took another sip of brandy. “You said there were two issues. I’m almost afraid to ask, but what is the other?” “Mother, I really need to know,” Aiden said. “What’s brought on this change?” Sienna looked at me with a warm smile and said, “Watching you and Aria start your family. You two are genuinely happy, and it’s not the masquerade our family has become over the years. It’s real love. Your father and I had that once.” With a smile and a slight shake of her head, she said, “I still love Connor, but so many things have become a part of being a Raine, that I often forget why I fell in love with him. The night Lyric was back with us, and Aria said I had no right to call myself a mother, it shattered me. I’ve been so focused on making sure you pick a woman who we considered suitable, that I disregarded what was right for you, for all of my children. And since that horrible night, I’ve been asking to spend time with you and with my grandson, and you’ve either ignored my requests, or flat out refused. And Aiden, that broke my heart. You’ve always been the one I could count on. The one who made sure everything was okay. So I knew I was going to lose you if I didn’t do something.” “And you came up with all of this on your own?” he asked. “No. Of course not,” she said, waving off his question. “I was quite distraught after you turned away from me, and I had a doctor call for anxiety medication, and he referred me to a therapist. I’ve been seeing her for about three weeks now, and our sessions have been quite extensive.” “I’m happy for you, Sienna,” I said. “That’s a huge step.” “Yes. It is,” she said, her eyes fixed on the drink in her hands. She lifted her gaze to meet Aiden’s, took a deep breath, and exhaled her question. “Are you going to tell me the rest?” “It’s about Aria,” Aiden replied. Me? What did any of this have to do with me? I watched Aiden as he explained. “Aria has mentioned a conversation in which you explained your philosophy on the role of a woman, of any woman who should be at my side. Those words of wisdom played a huge part in her deciding to leave the country with my son.” Sienna glanced toward me, an apology in her eyes. She took a sip of the brandy and then looked back at Aiden. “I was doing what I thought was best at the time. I was wrong to have sought her out and imposed my views on her. And while my apology can’t undo the harm I caused, I will offer one all the same.” Sienna’s ashamed eyes met mine. “Aria, I’m truly sorry. I should have kept my big mouth shut. I know my words hurt you, and to be honest, at the time I wasn’t concerned about that. I sit here now and see how happy you

make my son, how much he loves you…well, I was a bit of a shrew, and I had no right to come to you as I did. Aiden is happier than I’ve ever seen him. He was miserable when you left, but I was hoping he’d get over it, and find the person we thought he needed, but I was wrong. You’re the person he needs, and I couldn’t be happier that you’ve found your way back to each other.” Before I could respond, Aiden interjected. “You’ll understand if I’m skeptical about your sudden change of heart.” “This may come as a shock to you Aiden, but I’m quite fond of Aria. I think she’s a remarkable woman. Would I have chosen her for you? Quite honestly, no. But that’s not because I dislike her or because I have ill will toward her. It’s because—” “Because she’s not like you. She’s not one of us.” He grabbed my hand and leaned over to kiss my cheek. “That’s one of the things I love most—that she’s not like us. I love seeing life through her eyes. It’s not filtered or tainted with the elitist residue that coats who we really are.” “We’re not that bad, Aiden,” Sienna defended. “Perhaps,” he said. “I have every hope of mending my relationship with Aria,” Sienna said. “If you’re agreeable,” she added, looking at me with a buoyant expression. “I would like that,” I said. “One more thing,” Aiden said. “If you ever approach her under the guise of giving advice that ultimately pushes her away from me, don’t bother with an apology.” Sienna nodded. “Understood.” “Is there anything else?” Aiden asked. “Yes, one last thing,” she said, and looked at me. “I’d like to plan and host the wedding.” Aiden and I exchanged questioning glances, and then I looked toward his mother. “Sienna, to be honest, Aiden and I haven’t really discussed any of this. I’m still reeling over the fact that I’m engaged. Who knows…we may opt for a long engagement.” Aiden was not pleased with that. “No. I want to marry you, and I’ve already made it clear I don’t plan on waiting.” Sienna glanced at Aiden and then directed her next statement to me. “I suppose you two should talk it over.” “We will and we’ll let you know,” I said. “That’s acceptable. But we can’t delay very much. We’ll need to have plenty of time to make sure this event is one worthy of the Raine name.” And there she was. The Sienna I remembered. It was going to be difficult for her to shake off years of personas, but to be honest, if she could just be a decent mother to her kids and stand up to that husband of hers, I could deal with the rest of her. Once Sienna had left, I turned to Aiden. “I’ve always noticed how kind you were to your mother,

even when she didn’t deserve it. And I understand why you’ve been angry with her lately, but even after her apology, which I really do feel was sincere, you didn’t soften toward her very much. What’s changed?” “The more time I spend with Lyric, the more I appreciate the role of a parent. It’s a privilege, and I get to experience this with him. I’m already planning his first soccer game and his first camping trip. I want to teach him how to play the piano, how to ride. And then I think back to my childhood, and it’s beyond my understanding that someone could fail to grasp every bit of time they had with their kid. Lyric is still a baby, but I see changes in him every day. It all goes by so quickly, and I don’t want to miss any of it. And my parents, well they missed most of it voluntarily. I don’t get it.” My heart both grew and broke at the same time. “I’m glad Lyric has you,” I said. “And I’m glad he has you.”

Chapter Two “Leave Aria out of this,” Aiden said, speaking into the phone. His low, menacing tone halted my steps. There was a pause and then he said, “I’ll save you the trouble. I’ll tell her myself.” “Who was that?” I asked, stepping into his office. Aiden tossed his phone on the desk and then turned toward me. His handsome face was hard, but then it softened, shifting almost instantly when he looked at me. “No one I care to discuss,” he said. “Someone who knows me, obviously. And someone who knows how to push your buttons. So I would guess that you were speaking with Connor. What’s going on?” I stepped farther into the room as Aiden sat at his desk. He opened a file and started shuffling through some papers. “Talk to me, or I’ll call Connor and find out myself,” I said. Aiden closed the file and reclined in his chair. He lifted his gaze to mine, his jaw firm, his eyes tight. Did this have anything to do with the secrets Connor had mentioned Aiden was keeping from me? “I won’t ask again,” I said, holding his stubborn gaze. Aiden ran his hand through his hair and cursed. He pushed back from the desk, came over to me and grasped my hand. “There’s something I need to share with you, Aria.” He tugged me behind him, leading me to the sofa. “Have a seat,” he said, motioning toward the couch. Once I was beside him, he waited a few seconds, and then, with my hand still in his, he said, “It’s about your father.” My body tensed at the mention of my dad, a topic I hadn’t expected. How could Aiden possibly know something about my father that I didn’t? “When you told me about your father, your family and your past,” he began, “the pain in your face, in your voice, was palpable. I wanted to do something to fix it—to take your hurt away.” He waited and studied me, his eyes taking in every detail of my face. This was a forbidden subject— he knew that, so why was he bringing it up? “Aiden, you know I’ve never wanted to talk about this in the past, and I don’t want to do it now. Whatever it is, I don’t care.” “Just listen,” he said, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand. If I don’t want to talk about it, what makes him think I want to hear about it? Those thoughts and feelings were buried for a reason. “You had such fond memories of some parts of your childhood, but those recollections were tainted by your father’s unexplained disappearance and your mother’s subsequent depression. Those two

occurrences had a profound effect on you—they altered your view of life, and ultimately, your view of love. I wanted to somehow give back to you part of what you’d lost. So I did some digging into your past.” “I think you may have wasted your time and effort. I know all I need to know—all I want to know.” I didn’t see the point in bringing up things that would only serve to demolish what I’d been struggling to build. “I don’t think that’s true,” he replied. “I don’t like talking about this,” I said. “You know how much it hurts.” He pulled me into a hug and guided my head to his shoulder. He kissed my hair and started again. “Aria, I would never force you to dredge up such painful memories if I didn’t think you’d be better for it. Please trust me.” I lifted my head from his shoulders and searched his eyes. I wanted to believe this conversation would have the result he anticipated, but how could it? “What did you find out that I didn’t already tell you?” He took a deep breath and then held my gaze. “What I learned was more about your father’s past than yours.” “Dad’s?” “I know this hurts, but think back to your mother’s burial. Remember when I showed up?” “Yes.” That was one of the worst days of my life. I was standing alone at Mom’s grave. Up until that point, my feelings of loss and sadness had never been greater than they were on that day—when I said good-bye to the only parent I had left. And Aiden was somehow there—he’d saved me from myself. I don’t know how I would have managed to pull myself together had it not been for him. “Before I approached you, I’d stood there for quite a while watching you. I knew you needed time alone with your mother.” “I did. I remember asking everyone to leave.” “Well, as I watched you, I thought back to what you had told me about your father. I wondered how to best help you grieve and how to help you heal. I figured the only person who could give you the comfort you needed was your father—if he could be there for you, to help you through the loss of Melena. That’s when I decided I’d find out what happened to him.” I’d always wondered, but I never wanted to accept either of the two possibilities I’d come up with— that he’d abandoned us or he’d died. “I had my people discreetly look into your father’s disappearance,” Aiden said, “And while I can’t tell you what I would love to, I can tell you that your father didn’t abandon you. At least not in the way you’ve thought.” “What do you mean? Is he alive? Is he…dead?” “This has to remain between the two of us. Okay?”

“Okay. Okay. Just tell me.” “You never told me what your father did for a living,” Aiden said. I thought back to the days I’d watched Dad give Mom a kiss and then head off to work. He was usually dressed in a suit or slacks and a shirt. “As crazy as it sounds, I don’t think I ever knew. He had some kind of office job,” I said, thinking back to my life in Dayton. “And he went on business trips—he would be gone for a week or so here and there. That’s all I remember.” “From the way you described him to me, I figured there was no way he would have just left and never looked back without some compelling reason. And Aria, there was. Your father left because he had no choice.” “What do you mean?” “Your father was born Matteo Costanzo, but he now goes by the name Anthony Delgado.” “Now? What do you mean now? So he is alive?” Aiden ran his hands down my arms, soothing me and preparing me for his answer. “Yes. Your father is alive.” It took everything in me to keep focus…to avoid collapsing. Aiden was quiet, allowing me the chance to recover from the blow. I sat back and brushed my fingers through my hair—too numb to feel anything. After several minutes, I looked to Aiden to continue. “What else do you know?” I asked. “Your father was with the CIA. He was some sort of special agent, and he was involved in a sting operation that went bad. He was almost killed. The CIA pulled him from the detail and placed him in witness protection. It was the only way to keep him alive and his family safe.” After all this time, I had answers. I knew. I finally knew. I wanted to cry. I wanted to feel anything, but there was nothing. “That’s all I know,” Aiden said. “When I was alerted to his tie to the government, I told my investigators to stop looking for anything further and to lose all traces of the investigation. I didn’t want to do anything to place him, or you and your sisters, in danger.” I took in what he’d just told me and his last statement rang in my head. “The same way you found him, the people who were trying to kill him could find him.” “Not hardly,” Aiden said. “Not everyone has access to the people and resources that I have. I had to bend a lot of rules and call in some favors from some very powerful people to gain this information.” I thought back to Mom and the mailbox—her hopeful watching for letters. “Did Mom know?” I asked. “CIA Agents take an oath—no one can know of their involvement with the government. But there is an exception—if the agent is married, he’s permitted to inform his spouse. So your mother would have known.” “But why didn’t they tell Mom he was missing, or as harsh as it may sound, that he was dead so she

could have at least had some type of closure?” “With people who work in organizations like your father did, there are a lot of details that are never revealed to the public or to the families. There can be no records, no overt paper trails for anyone to follow. Those safeguards are in place to protect the operative as well as their families.” “So they just let Mom think he’d abandoned us?” “That’s not exactly how it works. Your parents knew the risks and they knew the rules associated with his job.” “So, he was like some James Bond type?” I asked, trying to picture my Dad in some of the dangerous situations I’d seen in movies. “Well, I wouldn’t say it like that, but that’s as good as a comparison as any.” “Wait. Could this mean that Mom is still alive, too? I mean, if they placed Dad in witness protection, who’s to say they didn’t do the same with Mom?” Aiden watched me with careful eyes as the implications of my suspicions dawned on me. “That would mean that Mom is…that we grieved for her…that she let us grieve for her. She wouldn’t have done that…right?” “Aria, you’re jumping to a lot of conclusions. I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to place much weight on these guesses.” “But it’s possible. It is. I mean, if the FBI and CIA are involved in situations that are precarious enough to pull a father from his family, then it stands to reason, they could pull the mother away, too.” Aiden looked at me as if I were losing my grasp with reality. “Maybe she stumbled across something she shouldn’t have and it placed her in danger and maybe she agreed to go into witness protection to save us. To keep her children safe. Was there a chance that her accident wasn’t really an accident?” Aiden didn’t say anything. He watched me as I continued with my implausible scenarios. “So what does all this mean? Am I able to see my father? Can I go to him?” “Okay. So, I’ve told you the part I knew you’d be happy about, but due to the situation, there are certain precautions that we must adhere to. Even my telling you this is something I questioned, because I didn’t want to do anything to put you at risk. But I think knowing will help you heal…will help you push some of those demons away and enable you to move forward with your life without the hidden sadness. I know you say you’ve dealt with it, but I don’t think you really have. Perhaps this information will allow you to do that.” So, my father, and possibly my mother, are alive, but I can’t see them, and they can’t see me. I don’t know how I feel about that. Over the years, when I allowed myself to think of my father, I typically experienced the same blend of dark emotions. Sitting here now, it was as though something foreign had invaded my mind to push that darkness out. I was riddled with conflicting feelings. There was a huge sense of joy. Yet there was a sadness,

especially knowing that my mother lost all that time with my father. I also felt a sense of pride and respect that Dad sacrificed his life for his country and for us, so that we could be happy…but had it all been for naught? In the end, we didn’t really have that happiness anyway. I sat for several quiet minutes as my mind played what-ifs and then all of a sudden, a different train of thought came screeching toward me. “Wait. You’ve known about this for over a year. Why are you just now telling me?” Aiden exhaled and shook his head. “You weren’t going to tell me. Were you?” “Didn’t I start this conversation off by saying I wanted to help you heal? The only way to do that was to tell you.” “But if you really meant that, you would have told me long before now. Which leads me to ask…why today?” “I was always planning to tell you.” “No. You weren’t. This was going to be another one of your secrets. You know—the ones you say are to protect me. And the only time you’ve ever come clean is when you’ve had to. So that means someone else knew. Am I right?” “Aria, listen.” I raised my voice and asked again. “Am I right?” “Yes,” he replied. “Connor?” “Yes.” “What’s going on with you two, Aiden? And why would you use information about my father, very personal and painful information, in this game you and he play? What the fuck is wrong with this family?” “Please, let me explain—” I jumped from my seat. “Get out. Just get out!” “Aria, please calm down and hear me out.” “No. I don’t want to calm down and I certainly don’t want to hear anything you have to say. What I want is some time to think, and I can’t do that with you here.” “I’ve just given you details that will undoubtedly change the outlook of your entire life. Being alone is not what’s best for you right now.” “Aiden, I don’t need you to tell me what’s best for me. I need you to go. I need time alone to reconcile what I thought to be true and what I now know is true, and I can’t do that with you hovering over me. I can’t believe you knew all this time…that your father knew. He was using this against you. Wasn’t he?” Aiden’s silence was the only answer I needed. “And you only told me today to beat him to the punch, to stay one foot ahead of him. Unbelievable!

This family—you all just play with people’s lives like it’s some type of game. I thought the sickness stopped with Sienna and Connor, but you’re just as fucked up as they are. Please, just go.” “Aria, that’s not why I told you,” he said. I saw the hurt in his eyes. I knew my words cut him, but it was the truth. And I needed him to be away from me right now. I couldn’t worry about his feelings. I needed to concentrate on my own. Just an hour ago, I thought I had it all figured out. I’d finally come to a place that made me happy…that I could accept, but now I felt like my life was spinning out of control again. “I understand you’re upset with me, but I’m not leaving you.” “It’s not your choice. I want you to go. I need time to think. Why can’t you give me that? Why can’t you stop trying to control me? You can’t control my reactions.” He reached over and grabbed me. “Dammit, Aria. I’m not trying to control you. I’m trying to help you.” “Well, you can’t. No one can help me with this.” I jerked away from him. “Let me go and just get out, please.” “No.” “Aiden, it’s not like I can leave without your knowledge, so will you just go—please give me this.” “You know I hate leaving you to think when you’re angry with me.” “Yes, I know and I know why, but trust me, I’m not leaving. I couldn’t if I tried and not just because you’d make it nearly impossible for me, but being without you is not an option. It’s too painful.” “So. Does that mean we’re good?” “No, we’re not good. But we’re not broken either.” “Thirty minutes. That’s it, and I’m coming back,” he said, but he still didn’t leave. He looked torn. I turned away from him and stepped toward the window. A few moments later, I heard the door close.

* * * * * I was sitting on the sofa when Aiden walked back into his office. I saw the worry, or maybe it was fear, in his eyes. I rushed into his arms and felt him exhale his anxiety. After a few moments, I pulled away and grasped his hand, and we sat down together. I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I know you didn’t keep this from me to hurt me. I think you genuinely thought you were doing the best thing here, and I love you for that. I know you’re worried that I’m going to leave you, but I’m not.” I noticed the relief on his face, and it bothered me that he thought we were still so fragile. But that was on me. I needed to show him more…I needed him to know that I was in this for the long haul. No matter what we faced, he needed to know I’d be here. “Is this how Connor pulled you back into working with him? He threatened to tell me before you

did so he could break us up, didn’t he? With me out of the picture, he’d have less resistance to his agenda.” So our engagement meant nothing to him—it was just another obstacle to his plans for Aiden. Aiden didn’t answer me, but he didn’t have to. I knew I was right. “How did Connor find out?” I asked. “Several of my resources are also my father’s, and he has some very powerful relationships that extend beyond my years, so when my initial investigation hit a road block, I went to him with this, not expecting to find anything even remotely close to what we uncovered. Once we learned the truth, Dad suggested I give you time to heal before I told you. I typically don’t follow his advice, but it was more in line with what I felt was best after seeing you mourn for your mother. I didn’t think it would be a good idea for you to grieve for a father you could never see on top of everything you were already struggling with.” “And what was that I walked in on earlier?” “It was me reminding Dad that I’d handled the Mumbai negotiations along with some other things that weren’t part of our original deal, and now I was done. I was telling him that I was out.” “But you’re not. Are you?” He looked at me and pulled me to him, holding me. I knew this wasn’t over—none of it. Aiden was still working with R.I. He still had a plan for his father…and my own father was out there somewhere, alone, but maybe…just maybe, Mom was with him.

Chapter Three The alarm sounded and the drapes slowly opened, pushing in the light of a new day—a day in a world that included my father. I moved my hands across my eyes, waking up from a long, dreamless night. I remembered drifting off, almost certain that Dad would appear in my dreams, given the news of yesterday, but there had been nothing. Just a night filled with more questions than answers. I expected to find Aiden lying beside me, but his side of the bed was empty. I looked around the room, but he was nowhere in sight. My next thought was of the nursery, so I reached for the monitor, curious to see what he and Lyric were up to, but Aiden wasn’t there either—neither was the baby. I hopped out of bed and hurried downstairs, a little faster than I should have, which I realized when I nearly stumbled. Still waking up, I slowed my pace and grabbed the railing just in case my sense of balance decided to fail me. I headed in the direction of the noises coming from the kitchen, and my day was that much brighter when I saw Aiden feeding our son. “How long have you two been up?” I asked, my voice still throaty from sleep. “Look who’s finally awake, Lyric,” Aiden smirked. “Guess Mommy was really worn out from last night’s bedroom rituals.” “You’re awful! Don’t say things like that in front of him,” I said, shocked that he would say something so crass with our baby nestled in his arms. “It’s not like he knows what I’m saying, and if he does, he’s been getting an earful, because I talk to him about that kind of stuff all the time.” “You do not,” I insisted. “Sure I do. Who better to tell him about the wicked ways of women?” “The thought of my baby all grown up and mimicking you is scary.” I shook my head as I envisioned a junior version of Aiden Raine. “Those poor women.” “That would be lucky women,” he corrected, flashing his sexy, lopsided grin. I went to the fridge for some juice, and as I reached up, the huge diamond ring caught my eye. I held it out in front me, still shocked that I was actually engaged. “You really like it, huh?” Aiden asked. “Are you kidding? I’m in love with it!” “When you say the words ‘I’m in love’, they should always be followed by ‘with Aiden.’” “I’m in love with you too, sexy,” I said and winked at him. “So do we let your mom off the hook today and tell her she can plan the wedding?” He groaned and placed the baby on his shoulder. He rubbed Lyric’s back and said, “If you’re sure you’re on board with it. I know she’d really enjoy it. She’s a woman on a mission when she plans events,

so if you’re willing to brave the storm, I say go for it.” “I told you last night I was fine with it.” After Lyric burped, Aiden pulled him from his shoulder and then made a blowing noise on the baby’s cheek. “Good boy,” Aiden said. Lyric started cooing with his father, and in turn, Aiden started baby talking to Lyric. Yes, it was official—Aiden was even hotter now that he was a dad. “You suddenly have a soft spot for my mother, don’t you?” Aiden accused, as he grabbed the baby’s teething ring from the table. “Not really,” I said, and then sipped my orange juice. “Well, sort of.” Aiden cocked his head. “What is it? What are you not saying?” I let out a sigh. “It’s just that…well, your mother’s alive. I’d give anything to have my mother come to me with an offer to make up for some mistakes she’d made. And your mother is here, doing that. She may not have been the best mother, and God knows she’s been horrible to me, but she’s your mother—Lyric’s grandmother—and she wants to be a part of our lives. So, if she’s truly willing to do better—to be better —then I’m all for giving her a chance.” Aiden’s dark eyes wandered over my face in reflective silence. He gave the teething ring to Lyric and then looked back up at me. “Don’t let her manipulate you. She’s still Sienna Raine. Don’t forget that.” “I know. And trust me—I can handle your mother, especially now that I know what I’m working with.” I sat at the table and observed Aiden’s tenderness with Lyric. After a while, I said, “On a different note, do you have any idea how hot you looked feeding your son?” * * * * * “Good afternoon, Aria. I was surprised to get your call. Come in.” “I hope it’s not a bad time,” I said, as I stepped into the Raine mansion. “Not at all. And you brought Lyric,” Sienna exclaimed. “Another pleasant surprise. May I hold him?” she asked anxiously. “Of course.” I hadn’t planned to bring the baby, but Aiden was right—I had somehow developed a slight tender spot for his mother. I felt sorry for her. Aiden and I had purposely kept Lyric from his grandmother, but after our recent discussion, I was considering giving her more access to her grandson —supervised access that is. I passed the baby to her, and he started to cry just as he settled in Sienna’s arms. I was about to reach for Lyric when Sienna started talking to him. Lyric’s sobs lessened as he looked up at his grandmother, fully attentive, as if he understood what she was saying. He had a tendency to do that. I thought back to this morning. If Aiden was serious about telling Lyric his theories on women, I was glad Lyric really couldn’t understand us.

Sienna was in her own little world with Lyric. Observing her interaction with him, I noticed something was just a wee bit different. I couldn’t figure out what it was though. It was close to Lyric’s lunch time, and I had yet to tell Sienna about the wedding. Before I could broach the subject, she convinced me to follow her to the nursery where she showed Lyric the new toys she’d had custom made for him. I was completely flabbergasted when I saw Sienna sit on the floor amidst the toys with an excited Lyric. After a couple of minutes, it was as if she’d forgotten I was even in the room. She laughed, tickled, and cuddled him like he was the most precious baby ever. I’d seen her with him when we’d first come to live here, but it was always kind of weird and formal—this was different. I pulled my phone from my pocket and discreetly snapped a picture for Aiden. I wanted him to see this, because I doubted he’d believe it otherwise. Lyric was on his knees trying to crawl to the little bear Sienna was waving in front of him. He ended up scooching over to her, and then she would move away and they would do it all over again. She stared at him longingly, quite a few times, as if she would cry. Then all of a sudden, she snapped back, fully attuned to her surroundings. “Thank you so much for bringing him,” she said. “I thought some time with his grandmother was long overdue,” I replied, and glanced at my watch. “He’s probably going to get a little cranky in a little while. It’s nearly past his lunch time so—” “Would you mind? May I?” she quickly asked. “Uh…sure.” I grabbed his bag as Sienna picked herself and Lyric up from the floor. When she’d settled in the rocking chair, I passed a bottle and a burping cloth to her. She looked like the picture of happiness. I didn’t know how to take any of this to be honest. I watched them for a few seconds longer and then stepped over to the crib. I remembered Lyric’s first night in this house. That seemed like years and years ago, in a world that resembled nothing of the scene I was in today. So many things had happened since our arrival from Belize. I’d gone from an angry single mother to…well, who was I now? I turned the dial on the mobile and retraced the last two years of my life. Working at RPH, meeting Aiden, lusting for him, running from him, fighting with him, loving him, and raising Lyric with him. I shook my head, completely astounded by the turns my life had taken. Lyric’s adorable gurgles pulled my attention back toward Sienna and him. “He looks so much like his father,” Sienna said, her voice breaking as she stared at Lyric. Oh shit! Is she going to cry? Was she thinking about Aiden and their now rocky relationship? I didn’t know if I should offer any words of comfort. I wasn’t prepared to see this side of her. Just as I wasn’t prepared for her apologies yesterday. Before I could say anything, though, she looked at me and whispered, “He’s fallen asleep.” “Guess you tired him out.” “I would imagine so,” she replied, smiling sweetly at him and then extending his bottle to me. She walked over to the crib, kissed his forehead and placed him in his former bed. “Sweet dreams, precious

one.” She turned around, a broad smile on her stunning face, and said “Well, that was the perfect way to spend an afternoon.” “I’m glad you had this time with him.” I turned on the monitor and grabbed one of the small receivers. “Maybe we can talk while he naps,” I suggested. “That would be lovely, Aria. I’ll ask one of the staff to prepare some tea,” she said, leading us out of the nursery. Once we were seated comfortably downstairs, Sienna poured a cup of tea and passed it to me. “Thank you,” I said. “So, I guess I should tell you the reason for my visit.” She looked up abruptly, worry instantly draping her pretty features. “Aiden and I would like to accept your offer. We’d love for you to plan and host the wedding.” A joyful light poured onto her face. “Really?” she exclaimed. “That’s wonderful. I was so sure Aiden would say no.” I knew she wouldn’t like the next part, but it was best to get it out of the way. “Speaking of which, he does have one request.” “Yes. And what’s that?” she asked, seemingly eager to appease him. I cringed a little and said, “That you include Dianna in the plans.” “Of course he’d want that,” she said bitterly. “Just another slap in my face.” “Sienna, I don’t think that’s his intent. I’m sure it must hurt to hear it, but he really loves Dianna, and he does see her somewhat as a mother figure.” “If you don’t mind, I’d rather not discuss that. But I will do as he’s requested,” she said, with the formal civility I was accustomed to seeing from her. “Everything else is all you,” I said, trying to redirect her attention, which obviously worked because the excited glint in her eyes came rushing back. She placed her tea on the tray and said, “Follow me.” We walked to a room that I’d never been in. From the looks of it, it was her office. I guessed this was the place where she planned and plotted. Everything was rich and lavish and gleamed with Sienna’s impeccable elegance. Wide beams of light gushed in through the draped windows. The walls were lined with beautiful oil paintings and large mirrors. A large circular chandelier hung above the room’s center, and directly below it was command central—a vintage writing desk which held two framed photos: one of Sienna and Connor and the other of their four children. The classic chic design of the office more resembled a staged room in a model home than one in which anyone actually got things done. As she took her seat, Sienna gestured toward one of the two chairs nearest the desk. I sat down in the luxurious leather seat as she opened a drawer, pulled out a tablet and passed it to me. “I have one for you and one for me.”

“What’s this for?” I asked. “It’s to assist with the wedding plans,” she said. “Although I thought Aiden would say no, I was hoping he’d say yes, so this morning I asked my assistant Justine to make a few calls, and I’ve secured the most-sought-after wedding planner in the country. She’s on standby—prepared to pass her current schedule off to her associate once I give her the go-ahead.” I glanced at the tablet, shocked that she’d already started planning. “You don’t waste any time, do you?” “If I’m to take Aiden’s comment about a quick wedding seriously, we can’t waste a minute. There is much to do.” “It may be easier to elope,” I said. “Heavens no, Aria,” she exclaimed. I took in Sienna’s horrified expression. “I was…kidding.” “Oh,” she said, and returned her attention to the tablet. “Justine installed an application on both of these.” She swiped over the screen. “And all that’s left is to accept here,” she said and pressed something on the screen. “And check this and we’re all set.” She looked up at me and smiled. She looked happy…I mean, really happy. “In a few minutes, our lists will sync and we can take a look at some preliminary ideas.” I pressed the button to awaken the tablet. It was basically an upscale electronic wedding book, which suddenly felt heavier than it had a few moments ago. This afternoon was to have served one purpose: telling Sienna she could plan the wedding. How the hell did this become our first meeting? I sighed. This was going to be a nightmare. I swiped through the screens to find that Sienna had already installed several photo galleries and apps. There was even an extensive list of contacts loaded, along with a mile-long to-do list. Our first topic was dates. Aiden and I hadn’t really gotten that far, but since neither of us really had to be physically at an office for the time being, there wouldn’t be any scheduling conflicts. I told Sienna we were pretty much open to any week, but would give her a firm date at our next meeting. “The planning of this wedding will require a tremendous amount of dedication and we should plan for every possible scenario. I would like for the ceremony to be as traditional as possible,” she said. You would like? Is this my wedding or yours? “There are countless details to consider…the venue, the flowers, the wedding party, the orchestra, the designer, the chef. The list goes on and on. Oh and the vows. I know it’s commonplace for you to write your own. Is that something you and Aiden will do? If not, my publicist can script some for you.” My brows lifted, surprised she would suggest something so impersonal. “Publicist? No. Either traditional vows or we’ll write our own—nothing from a publicist.” “Okay. And who will be giving you away?” she asked. I thought of my father—an impossibility that nearly brought my emotions to surface. “I’m not sure. I’ll

get back to you on that.” “Let me know as soon as possible,” she said, as she scribbled something on the screen. “Will do.” What had I done? I was only ten minutes in and it already seemed like a tedious business meeting. “If you and Aiden are really open as far as dates go, I was thinking about something in late spring,” Sienna suggested. “That will allow us time to review and choose the best venues.” “Actually, we were kind of set on a destination wedding.” Sienna looked up from her tablet. “Not here in Chicago?” “No. Aiden’s suggested Italy.” “Italy? Why am I just hearing this?” “He only told me this morning.” “Aria, as we move forward, you’ll need to tell me these things as soon as they come up. Italy is certainly beautiful, but I think we’ll have better planning opportunities if we keep it local.” Oh, here we go. “It’s what we want, Sienna.” “But you said Aiden wants this. He’ll do anything to make you happy, so if you don’t choose to get married in Italy, tell him.” “I didn’t say I didn’t want it.” Obviously you don’t choose for us to get married in Italy, though. She pursed her lips. “This is your wedding, Aria. I still think some things are best decided by the man, but not in this case. You need to have say in where it takes place, so if Aiden is—” “Sienna, stop it. Aiden is not forcing his will on me. I actually think it would be great. I mean, Italian is a part of my ethnicity. Maybe I should go there and get in touch with my roots, as they say.” “I’m sorry,” she said and placed her tablet on the desk. “I can be a tad bit overzealous when I’m planning an event, and this will be the most important of all, so I want it to be perfect.” “I understand.” “I didn’t know you were part Italian. What about the other side of your ethnicity?” “African-American and Cuban…and before you ask, I don’t know anyone from either side of my family. My father was Italian, but I can’t remember him ever speaking of his family, and Mom was African-American and Cuban. Her side of the family turned their backs on her when she married.” “Why?” she asked. “Were they against the marriage?” “I’m not sure what happened. My grandparents were a mixed-race couple, so I know it wasn’t due to racism or anything like that. I think something happened with Dad that made them cut ties. I never knew what it was, and they never really spoke of it.” “Oh,” she replied, with a sympathetic smile. “It’s okay, really. It’s all I’ve ever known.” But why is it all I’ve ever known? It doesn’t have to remain this way. “And you know what they say —you can’t miss what you never had.”

And it dawned on me, that I didn’t want it to remain this way. I needed to find my grandparents. I wanted to know my family—all of my family. I would have to ask Aiden to help me out with that. “Well, those days of an absentee family are behind you. You have us now. You’re going to be a Raine, and family is very important to us.” I looked at her and thought about the stories Aiden had told me about the Raines. “I know what you’re thinking,” she said, her face full of shame. “I’m pretty sure you do.” “You’re wondering why I didn’t do more to protect them—to protect Lyric.” “Yes, but you’ve already explained, and this is a difficult subject for us both, so we don’t really need to rehash anything.” “I’m filled with such regret and guilt for allowing Connor to sway me into his vision of what was best for my children. There’s no excuse—none,” she said. She was quiet, and then it appeared as though she’d floated to another place and time. “When I was young, we, well my family back then, were poor. Very poor. I met Connor after I graduated from high school and we fell in love. While he wasn’t the man he is today, he had dreams—big dreams—and he had this picture of how it would all look, how I would fit into it. And it was always at his side. And I dreamt of that, too. I dreamt of not having to worry about money—not having to make a choice between food and a bill. I had everything sorted out—the house, the family, the vacations, the power, the wealth. And my vision was pretty close to the real thing. Not until you came into our lives have I ever stopped to think anything different. You’re changing this family, Aria—you and Lyric—and I think we just may have a chance to be the family we need to be…not the one I made up in my head. You’ve made Aiden so very happy. And you two have my full support. I know I’ve apologized, but I must say it again—I’m sorry for being so unpleasant to you. I hope you can one day forgive me.” “Thank you, Sienna. It had gotten to a point to where I was starting to not care if you or your family ever accepted me, but after yesterday and even today, I’m glad you have.” I still wasn’t so sure of Connor’s acceptance and quite frankly, the way he was manipulating Aiden—I couldn’t care less. “Connor and I have been the source of a great deal of unhappiness for you and Aiden. I’m apologizing for us both, because I don’t think my husband will—at least not just yet anyway. Just as something drove me to be the person I am, the same applies for Connor.” “What do you mean?” I asked. She looked as though she were about to speak, but changed her mind. “That’s not my story to tell.” Connor had already shared some rather poignant details of his past with me. Would Sienna have been surprised to know that? Was there more to Connor’s story than what he’d said? With that man, one never knew. His chameleon-like abilities allowed him to fit himself perfectly to almost every scenario. “Perhaps one day, we’ll all be able to let go of the illusions and truly become the family we present to the world.”

“Stranger things have happened.” While my conversation with Connor did explain some things, I saw no sign of apologies or changes coming from that man anytime soon. “Yes, they have. So no more sad talk—let’s talk about happier things—like the beautiful wedding you’re forcing me to rethink.” I let out a sigh as I forced my attention to the tablet, swiping through several of the pictures. “I see you already had plans.” “Several. As I mentioned, I’d selected a wedding planner, but based on the change to Italy, I think it’s best to use someone with more international experience, and I have just the person. You’ll love her. Her name is Emilie Tomassi and she’s exactly who we need.” “Okay. If you say so.” This is your party, lady. I’m just here for the booze. She was really going to make a production of this, but why should I be surprised? She would make sure this was a picture-perfect Raine event. “Justine will contact the family publicist to work up a draft for the wedding announcement. I want that to go out first thing tomorrow, so we’ll need to get a stylist and photographer here later today.” She pressed a button on the phone and lifted the receiver. I listened, gazing in wonderment as she gave Justine elaborate instructions for our clothing, and then even more precise details for my hair and makeup— Sienna was really in her element. Once the call ended, she looked back to me. “Although the wedding is out of the country, we’ll plan for approximately three hundred guests. There are some very important people who simply must be in attendance. Is there anyone you’d like to include?” The first two people who flashed in my mind were definite no’s, so I said, “Raina Willis. She’s an employee of RPH.” “Okay. Anyone else?” she asked, obviously confused by my very short list. “Other than my sisters and a couple of their friends, there’s no one else.” How could I have isolated myself from so many people for so many years? We spent the next two hours going over her ideas and how we would revamp things. The wedding team would fly to Italy six weeks before the wedding for the planning stages and they would fly there a second time one week before the big day. I didn’t think all of that was really necessary, but what did I know about international weddings? Sienna explained that there were several things that were actually required for non-Italians, especially if we wanted to marry in one of the palaces, which she insisted was a must. Sienna was going on and on about this and that. I started to feel numb. I had to pinch myself to avoid zoning out. I almost screamed for joy when Lyric awoke. He made a few restless noises and started crying after that. That was my cue, so I told Sienna I wanted to get him home. She followed me upstairs to collect Lyric and then gave him a kiss good-bye and we were off, but not before she reminded me to expect the stylist and photographer at our place within the hour. I didn’t know how I’d be able to suffer through all I knew was coming.

Chapter Four “Ugh!” “What’s wrong?” Aiden asked. “It’s your mother. I just know I have a few gray hairs after that meeting.” “Meeting? I thought you were going over just to tell her she could plan the wedding.” “Oh yeah? How long do you think something like that would take?” I asked. “Not very.” “Exactly. Which means you knew my announcement would result in a meeting, and you made no attempt to bail me out.” He grinned. “So the meeting didn’t go well?” “How would you define well?” I asked and tossed a pillow at him. “I’m sorry, babe. I’m sure she’s very excited.” He reached out and tugged me to him and then lightly swept his lips over mine. “This is her first wedding for one of her children and she gets to be in the driver’s seat, so she may go slightly overboard.” “Slightly? I could manage slightly. I get that she’s excited and happy for us, which is a huge upgrade from how she felt about us in the past, but this is overkill.” I stepped away and scanned the room for my laptop. Aiden grabbed my hand and pulled me back toward him. “You know what? This is our day…your day and it should be about what you want. If we need to tell her to step back, let’s do it.” I considered his suggestion as he elaborated. “We could take Lyric, fly to Italy and be married without all the excess.” “Speaking of which, I told her about Italy and she was none too pleased. What’s with the tunnel vision regarding the wedding happening in Italy anyway?” He shrugged. “I don’t know. My family vacationed there a couple of times, and I guess it stuck with me.” “That’s all there is to it?” “Yeah, what else could it be?” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and then kissed me chastely on the lips. “So, do we make a run for it?” I sighed and shook my head. “I’m fine, I’ll deal with it. Oh, a stylist and photographer should be here —” I glanced at my watch, “—in about thirty minutes. Your mother wants the wedding announcement to go out first thing tomorrow.”

* * * * *

The next morning I was awakened by the steady ping of my phone. There were three missed calls and four texts from Sienna. I scrolled the messages and then placed the phone on the bedside table. She would just have to wait. I was still recovering from the huge dose of her I received yesterday. Aiden and Lyric were in the nursery, their normal morning father-son time. I pulled myself out of bed, showered and dressed for another day of wedding plans. After breakfast and some time with my two favorite guys, I plopped down on the sofa and pulled out my tablet. “Have you seen the online articles?” I asked Aiden. News of our engagement was everywhere I looked. “Only those that Brooklyn sent to me. I don’t typically peruse those unless it’s to thwart a lawsuit.” “Oh. Maybe I should try that, because it’s overwhelming and just weird to know that something as common as a wedding is getting this type of attention. And I don’t know how your mother got these out so quickly!” “Hurricane Sienna at her finest,” he said. Within hours, we were the featured couple on the websites of all the major newspapers and magazines. And there was picture after picture of Aiden and me in various poses from last night’s photo shoot…which is exactly what it was. There were about five clothing changes and three backdrops. “I think it’s time you procured an assistant,” Aiden said. “I already have one.” “I’m referring to a personal assistant. You’re going to need one.” “Why?” “Don’t second-guess your decision to marry me when I tell you this, but your life is about to change even more than it already has.” Actually, I hadn’t given much thought to how marrying Aiden would affect me outside the realm of the Raine family. I was already wary about having the staff know every move we made. How the hell would I handle the scrutiny of the public? “I don’t think I’ll change my mind.” “In that case, there’s one more thing. A publicist wouldn’t be a bad idea, either.” “What? Why? You don’t have one.” “I do. You’ve never met him.” “Oh,” I frowned. I hadn’t anticipated any of this. “It’s going to be okay, don’t worry. I’ll have Brooklyn line up some prospects, and I can help you choose.” “Okay.” This was only the tip of the iceberg. There was much more to being a Raine than just wearing the name. “As long as I can continue to vent to you, I’ll survive. And you need to step up to the plate and do your part—that would be a tremendous help. Well, that and routine visits to the spa. I need a massage—someone to rub out the kinks Sienna’s injected.” I reached into my pocket for my phone. I

hoped I could schedule something for later this afternoon after round two with Sienna. “I’ve done my part—I had a productive morning. I’ve got my groomsmen all lined up.” “And you think you’re done?” I looked up from my phone and glared at him. If he thought he was doing just that, he had another thing coming, especially after having seen Sienna in action. “Well, sure. I’m the male part of this equation—that’s what the groom does. He buys the ring, proposes and selects friends to stand up for him. So I’d say, yes, I’m done,” he said, with absolute certainty. “Sadly, you’ve been misinformed. I’ll be getting a list to you later today.” “But, Aria—” “I’m serious, Aiden. Your mom was all up in arms as it was, and now that we’ve added Italy to the mix, it’s that much worse, and I refuse to suffer through it alone.” “I’ll speak with Mother—ask her to take it down a notch.” “Oh, so now you want her to take it down a notch? But just a few minutes ago, you were Team Sienna because this was her first wedding. Forget it. You’re not taking this from her. So stop trying to wiggle out if it.” “I’m a guy. I don’t care about food samples and place settings. I’ll just be in your way.” “We’re doing this together or we can call the whole thing off.” He held up his palms to me in defense. “Okay, okay. Yes, ma’am.” “Good. I’m pretty positive I’ll need some time at the spa after today.” “You must be forgetting something,” he said. “Such as?” “We’re between jobs at the moment. We can’t afford to run off to these expensive spas whenever the mood hits.” “Oh yeah, that’s right. What was I thinking?” I laughed and reviewed the internet search results. “You’re so silly.” “And you’re beautiful.” I looked up from my phone and smiled at him. “You always know exactly what to say to either put me at ease or frustrate the hell out of me.” “What can I say? It’s a gift. And by the way, I’m not kidding, Aria. I’ll give you a massage. Drop the phone…and take off your clothes.” He was actually serious. “If you take on the role of my masseuse, I’ll need to schedule you in for an appointment tomorrow and again the day after, because your mother and I are meeting with the wedding coordinator on Thursday, and we have the cake thing with someone named Antoine on Friday. And since this is all about our day, you’re coming, too.” “I don’t think so, Aria. I have plans.” “Cancel them,” I said.

“I can’t.” “Can’t or won’t?” I asked. “Can’t.” “So what are these plans?” “It’s a secret,” he said. Just what we need…more secrets. “Uh huh. Are you sure you aren’t just making this up to get out of your duties as a dutiful fiancé?” “Positive.” “Both days?” I asked. “Yes.” “But I didn’t tell you the time.” “Fine,” he sighed. “I don’t want to go. I’m sure you’ve noticed that Mother can be rather pedantic, and I don’t have the patience to sit through it.” “Oh, but I do? Hell no. This is for both of us and you’re going.” “If I go, who’ll watch Lyric?” I couldn’t believe he was protesting this much. “Dianna would love to watch him. If she can’t, there’s no reason he can’t come with us. Besides, if he gets fussy, we’ll have a reason for an early exit.” He was silent, obviously trying to come up with another excuse. “That’s the final offer,” I said. “Okay, I’ll come—but only because I’m madly in love with you.” “Whatever. Now…the part about me taking off my clothes. Can we get back to that?” I asked. He grinned and we headed upstairs. Once we were in the bedroom, he helped me undress and I went to the bed and lay on my stomach. “I think if this massage is to be effective, I should get undressed, too,” Aiden said. I looked over my shoulder to see his naked body crawling toward me. “If you say so, Mr. Raine.” He straddled me, and I felt his manhood tracing over my thighs, and then at the center of my back. After one slow kiss on my neck and a soft caress of my shoulders, the tension immediately left my body. He oiled his palms and then his strong hands were rolling over my skin. “Mmm. That feels amazing.” I was so relaxed. I closed my eyes and imagined I was on a tropical island paradise. I’d almost started to drift off when my phone sounded. And then Aiden’s. A few minutes later, another phone notification and then another. In a frustrated sigh, I gave up and asked Aiden to pass the phone to me. As I suspected, it was his mother. I groaned as I rolled out of bed. It looked as if it would be another full day of Sienna. She’d invited me to attend a charity lunch today. Invited is not really the correct word—it was more like insisted I join her. Before I replied, I sent Allison a text and asked her to come with us, but she flat out refused. Allison loved spending time with me, so her denial only gave me

more cause for concern. I returned Sienna’s call and accepted her invitation. She chattered animatedly about what I should wear and how I should do my hair. Was she serious? I didn’t know how much more of her acceptance I could take. It was a ladies function so I couldn’t force Aiden in on this one. She’d be at my door within the hour so I halfheartedly stepped into my closet, seeking Sienna-approved attire. I pulled out the most boring outfit I could find, and after looking at it, I knew Aiden’s mother would like it. The doorbell rang soon after I’d grabbed my purse and headed downstairs. After saying good-bye to Aiden and Lyric, I stepped outside to the waiting limousine. A sudden rush of noise erupted from the gate. I looked toward the front of the property and saw that a mass of reporters had camped out—obviously awaiting a glimpse of the newly engaged couple. I sighed inwardly as the driver held the door for me, and I slid inside. Sienna looked impeccable as usual, and she was practically beaming at me. Before I could get settled, she dove into the discussion of the wedding announcement and then out of nowhere, she presented me with a gift. It was a scroll pendant necklace, like ones I’d seen both Allison and Sloan wear. She said she’d given one to each of them for very different reasons. I looked down at the necklace lying in the box. It was delicate and understated. There were diamonds set in platinum, which delicately traced the swirls of an open scroll. I’d also seen the design someplace before, but I couldn’t recall where. “You don’t have to put it on now, but I do hope you’ll wear it,” she said. “It’s beautiful, Sienna. Thank you.” I reached up to remove the necklace I was wearing. “And as a matter of fact, I’ll wear it today.” “It’s become somewhat of a tradition for Sloan, Allison and I to have a girls’ day, and we all wear them. I know it may sound silly, but it’s very special to me.” “No, I don’t find it silly at all. I’m honored you would include me.”

* * * * * Later on our drive home, I saw the scroll design on the tall gates that opened to the property. So that’s where I’d seen it. Funny how you could see something so many times that you no longer noticed it. Rolling my fingertip over the necklace, I considered its meaning to Sienna. Was this her way of indicating that I was now a part of their inner sanctum? After confirming my next meeting with Sienna, I said goodbye and headed inside. As soon as I entered the house, I went to check on Lyric, and my heart overflowed when I saw him and his father asleep on the sofa. I grabbed my phone from my purse and snapped a couple of pictures. I loved them both so much, with my whole heart. I was so happy that I nearly burst into tears. I had a family again…and in a

few short weeks that would be even more official than it was now.

Chapter Five The next morning, Aiden and I were at the main house for our first meeting with the wedding planner Emilie Tomassi. I would have thought she and Sienna would request, at the very least, some input from us, but that didn’t happen. It was almost as if Aiden and I weren’t in the room. Our only contribution was a yes or no to some of Emilie’s questions. While Emilie and Sienna planned and plotted, Aiden and I sat by texting naughty messages to each other as we waited on it all to end. After three hours of a very exhaustive consultation, I realized Sienna was wrong—I didn’t love Emilie as she said I would. As matter of fact, I didn’t like her very much at all. She was devoid of all emotion, obsessively detail oriented and she wanted everyone to follow her instructions to the letter. Although I’d previously joked about it, I left that meeting really wondering if I wanted to elope. Immediately after Emilie left, Sienna invited me to lunch at the country club. As soon as I accepted, Aiden disappeared. I would guess he was as crazed after all of that as I. But I needed him. I needed his “go team” speech before I faced Sienna for more of the annoyance she felt was necessary. I’d be meeting some of Sienna’s closest friends today. I suspected they were less friends and more so members of her elite social group. She’d had the good foresight to exclude Michelle Lane. I couldn’t be responsible for my words or actions toward the mother of the crazed bitch that was obsessed with my son…and my man. I knew Michelle wasn’t responsible for her daughter’s actions, but I did blame her for her repeated attempts to harness her daughter with Aiden. Over the last week, I’d met a side of Sienna I would have sworn didn’t exist. I believed some of it was genuine, but as Aiden had said, she was still Sienna Raine. I sensed she wanted me to be a miniSienna. It was clear her own daughters weren’t on board with taking on the role, so it looked as if I was the new nominee. However, I had no plans to be a younger version of her—the dutiful society wife. There would be some social circles in which I’d need to participate as Aiden’s wife, but I would not be the cookie-cutter Raine woman that Sienna wanted. Sienna and I were in one of the event rooms of the University Club of Chicago. The building overlooked Millennium Park, and how I wished I was there instead of sitting here with these pretentious people. Sienna was called up to speak on her latest charity event. At the conclusion of her little speech, she glanced at me, smiled and announced what I was sure the others already knew—that I was marrying her son. Sienna allowed the ladies a few moments to calm down and then she continued. “They will be marrying in Italy, but we’ll have a bridal shower and other festivities to celebrate the occasion here in Chicago. Of course I’ll keep you all up to date so you may make plans to attend.”

“Can I get a picture, Mrs. Raine?” came a voice from the crowd. And there it was. The reason she’d introduced me—the society pages. “Of course. Aria, would you mind?” she asked, looking toward our table. I silently cursed Sienna as I slid from my chair and walked to the lectern to join her. She hugged me and kissed my cheek as the photographer snapped picture after picture. I smiled for the camera, but behind that smile was the thought of strangling my fiancé’s mother.

* * * * * How could I possibly get away from Sienna now? We were sitting in the limo as the gates of the Raine mansion started to open. She rattled on and on about how well today’s lunch had gone. I smiled and nodded—only paying attention to every other word. I was busy mulling over excuses to politely escape once we were inside the house. Sienna had planned for us to have tea and crumpets after we settled in. She wanted to discuss my possibly joining her for an upcoming fundraiser. First and foremost on her list, however, was a discussion of the most recent wedding plans Emilie had sent over since our meeting this morning. First off, what the fuck? Who has tea and crumpets? Is that a real thing nowadays? And second, is she freaking serious? When I’d accepted Aiden’s proposal, I had no idea it would entail all of this extra. Quite honestly, I hadn’t given much thought to anything beyond his proposal and my acceptance, but I’d come to the conclusion that he had looked far beyond that, which is why he’d found a way to avoid most of the torture to which I was being subjected. I was going to kill him! My phone pinged. I read the message and relaxed when I saw I had a way out. It would seem that when you have to breastfeed, that was all the excuse you needed to get rid of an overbearing soon to be mother-in-law. The text was from Dianna, letting me know that Lyric had already eaten and was asleep in the nursery—but Sienna didn’t need to know that. As soon as I stepped inside the cottage, I dashed upstairs to “feed Lyric,” which actually translated to “find Aiden.” I went to our bedroom, but he wasn’t there. I walked down the hall and checked the nursery —Aiden, like me, often watched Lyric sleep. I slowly opened the door and peeped inside, he wasn’t there, either. Neither was the baby. I returned to the bedroom to change into something less country club and more Aria Cason. Afterward, I checked my phone, re-read the text from Dianna, and realized they were all at the main house. I wondered why Aiden hadn’t texted me himself. I crept inside the mansion, hoping to avoid Sienna. I walked past the study and slowed when I heard voices on the other side of the large wooden doors. As I took a few steps closer, I recognized Sienna and Connor’s voices. Sienna was filling Connor in on the events of our “successful afternoon,” as she called it. I took a chance and peeped in, just to see if Aiden was there, but he wasn’t. I then checked the kitchen,

but no Aiden. The mansion was simply too large to search every room. I was hoping to have the element of surprise when I unleashed my pre-marital diatribe, which was the reason I hadn’t texted him, but after leaving the billiards room, I gave up on the impulse to surprise him and pulled out my phone. I tapped a quick message to him and waited, but he didn’t reply. Did he know I would be looking for him? Was he purposely avoiding me? I was about to check upstairs when I saw Dianna. “Is Aiden still here?” I asked her. “Yes. He and Nicholas did go out earlier, but they came back some time ago. They should still be in the fencing room.” Fencing? Would I ever stop learning new things about the man I’d agreed to marry? Dianna noted my confusion and provided me with directions. “Is everything okay?” she asked. I loved that she was so protective of Aiden and his happiness, which was still different than that of his mother. Sienna wanted Aiden happy, but she still had her own vision of what that happiness looked like. “No,” I said. “I wouldn’t say everything is fine.” Dianna’s eyes filled with worry. “But it will be,” I added, not wanting to give her cause for concern. “Thanks, Dianna.” I smiled as I took in her mother hen look, and then rushed off to find my manipulative fiancé. As I approached the fencing room, I heard the clash of metal. Opening the door, I stepped inside and in front of the row of windows were two figures dressed in snugly fitted white gear. I watched, wide-eyed at the rapid back and forth between the two men. They were moving with such precision and belligerence that I’d momentarily forgotten the reason for my search. It was easy to discern which of the men was Aiden. He had that way about him that resonated no matter what he was doing or who he was with. He was truly incredible. How I loved that man—even in the midst of my soon-to-be tirade, there was no denying that. Aiden delivered a series of aggressive advances, and that’s when Nicholas lost his footing. He fell to the floor as his sword went sailing behind him. Aiden rushed his opponent, towering over his defenseless body with his sword aimed directly at his brother’s masked face. I gasped and Aiden’s attention was momentarily diverted as he caught sight of me. He stepped back from Nicholas, and extended a hand to help him from the floor. After taking off their gloves, they shook hands, and then Aiden removed his mask and started toward me. Did he have to look so hot in everything? He ran his fingers through his hair and flashed his sexy, lopsided smile. My gaze moved down his body, seduced by the movement of his powerful thighs rippling through the fabric. It was like watching a hot guy on a movie screen walk directly toward me. The only thing missing was the slow motion. “Hey, babe.” He leaned in for a kiss once he’d reached me, but I stepped back. “Don’t you hey babe me.”

“What’s wrong?” “As if you don’t know.” “Hey, Aria.” Nicholas said, as he approached us. “Looks like you’re in trouble with the little woman, bro.” “Nicholas, is your offer to take me off Aiden’s hands still on the table? I think I’ve been dating the wrong Raine brother after all.” “Whoa, that’s a little extreme for a guy who’s unaware of his crime,” Aiden said, shaking his head. Nicholas shoved Aiden to the side. “See, I knew you’d come around, Aria. Better late than never,” he added, and kissed my cheek. “Oh, so him you let kiss you?” Aiden asked, as he pushed Nicholas away from me. They were like two small children battling over a toy. “Yes, because he didn’t set me up.” “And how, pray tell, did I manage to do that, Aria?” Aiden asked. “Thanks for the match, little brother,” said Nicholas. “You stepped up your game while Aria was away, and I don’t think I can best you now.” He glanced at me and then back at Aiden. “I’ll leave you two alone to hash this out. Aria, if it doesn’t work out, you know where to find me.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” I replied. “It’s a standing offer—just so you know,” he said and winked at me. “Nick, get the hell out of here before we really have a match and I kick your ass.” “Yeah, right. I’ll catch you later,” he said. “Don’t forget about that conference call.” I waited until the door closed behind Nicholas. “You’re in big trouble.” “So what’s new? I seem to always be in trouble when it comes to you.” “You did it again.” “Did what?” “You skipped out on lunch today because you supposedly had something scheduled you couldn’t get out of,” I said. “Well…it started out as lunch, but it somehow evolved into a meeting, as I’m sure you suspected it would.” “Let’s be fair. I’ve participated in some of them, Aria.” “But we agreed you’d attend them all. Today was the last one you’ll miss, so whatever you have scheduled—cancel it.” “Aria, I’m sorry. But my mother…she’s slightly overbearing when she’s coordinating events, especially if she’s the host. I already knew it would be a thousand times worse with this wedding, and I just couldn’t deal with it.” “But I could? You subject me to her craziness while you play around with Nicholas all day. Is that what you had mind?” “No. Not at all. I really do have things on my—”

“Shut up, Aiden. The jig is up.” He took a deep breath and stared at me. I could see the wheels turning. He was still determined to get out of this. “How about I play you for my participation?” he asked. “I’m not sure I follow.” “Basketball.” “I can’t play basketball. My dad tried to do that with me, but I could never dribble without stumbling.” “So no dribbling, we’ll just shoot. Whoever scores five points first is the winner.” “You mean, when you get five points first.” “No, not really. I’m tall, but I’m not really good at basketball.” Was he lying? “Seriously?” “Hand to God.” Something he isn’t good at. That means I stand a chance of winning. “Okay, let’s do it.”

* * * * * It was the last shot. I had miraculously scored four points, and they hadn’t come easy. I was literally sweating. It was Aiden’s shot, and he also had four points—granted they came about easier than mine. He wasn’t as horrible as I’d hoped, but maybe not as good as he was accustomed to being in everything. He’d taken off the top of his fencing gear two points ago, and I was having a hard time focusing on anything but the sweat glistening on his chiseled chest. I was sure that was part of the plan. I watched as he bounced the ball twice and then looked up at the goal. He grinned at me and then looked back at the object of his aim. He tossed the ball, and I could see right away that it wasn’t going in. “Yay!” I shouted. “You know what that means.” “Yeah, it means I missed…doesn’t mean you’ll make yours, so don’t start your victory dance.” “We’ll just see about that.” I jogged toward the ball that had bounced behind the goal post and then I ran back toward Aiden. I was excited. I could win this. I bounced the ball a few times and started to take aim. “No. Back up, Aria. Don’t cheat.” I followed his gaze and saw that I was barely over the free throw line. “Are you serious? Are you that worried about losing that you would let a couple of inches freak you out? Geez.” I stepped back and bounced the ball again and then glanced at him with a huge smile on my face. His brow raised and he motioned toward the goal. “The basket is that way.” “You ass.”

I took a deep breath and tossed the ball toward the goal. I closed one eye and watched the orange leather floating toward the hoop—and swoosh! I did it! I beat him! “Ha! I won! In your face, Aiden Raine! In your face!” I did a little happy dance, and he laughed as he shook his head at me. He walked over to me with his hand extended. I reached to shake, but he bypassed it and picked me up. “Stop it,” I squealed. “You’re getting your sweat all over me.” “That’s the idea.” “Ugh, you really stink.” But Virginia was somehow turned on by the musky smell. Evidently, even his sweat was sexy. It wasn’t the rank odor that instinctively upturned a nose …no. His smell was different— he smelled of pure, primal man—his unique scent mixed with perspiration and rich with pheromones. A ravenous desire had taken over—the rich, spicy scent of his sweat clutched my insides. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his mouth to mine, tearing at him like I was famished and he was the meal. He pulled away and placed me on the floor. “Not here. Come.” Aiden grasped my hand and led me to a room behind the gym, down a short corridor, and then to an area with four large showers. Stepping into one of the stalls, he turned the dial on the wall and then stepped underneath the flow of water. He placed his palms flat against the marble wall, his back muscles visible when he leaned forward and lowered his head. The water bounced off Aiden’s back as the steam surrounded him, creating a vision that appeared as though it was beyond my grasp. He moved his hand through his wet hair as he turned to face me and my core instantly ached for him. Aiden removed the remainder of his clothes and tossed them on the floor. He slowly approached me and I gasped when he abruptly pulled me into the shower with him. With his hand at my nape, he pressed his mouth against mine, his tongue slipping between my lips as he pulled me closer. I sank into the kiss as his grip tightened, his fingers crawling upward, forcefully gripping my hair as our tongues wrestled and ravished each other. He quickly withdrew and then met my eyes with the smoldering heat of his gaze. Our breathing was quick and rough, and our need was raw and insatiable. I moved my hand across his jaw, as he blinked past the water dripping in his eyes. I traced my finger along his lips and then down his chest and lower still until I’d reached the thin trail of hair at his abdomen. I followed the path to the manscaped nest of dark curls that surrounded the most perfect cock I’d ever seen—long and thick, with a wide, opulent head. He was already fully erect, and I gawked at him like he was the first naked man I’d ever seen. I was starved for him—my sex ached for him. Damn, I wanted this man. I wanted him all over me. I stepped under the stream of water and reached up, touching his face. He lowered his head and kissed me. I was like a wild animal, licking his lips and then his tongue, kissing the tip and then sucking it hard, pulling it into my mouth. He took control of the kiss and slowed my pace, drawing me closer to his hard body, molding me to him. His tongue was in my mouth, building my arousal, seducing me into a

world that always took me to the edge. His kiss did that to me. It was like sex—it was the capture and total surrender of my mind and body. Once he broke our kiss, he stepped back and looked down at me, his dark eyes seductive and hungry. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me naked—he wanted to be inside me. I lifted the wet shirt over my head and tossed it aside. Unsnapping the front of my bra, I let it drape open and I watched as his eyes left my face and skimmed my swollen breasts. They were pleading for the pleasure of his touch. His gaze dropped to my pants and then his eyes met mine, the darkening of his irises communicating exactly what he expected of me. I shimmied out of the wet jeans and was wearing only my panties. “Come on. Don’t stop now,” he coaxed. Slipping my hand into my panties, I teased myself as the fire in his eyes flamed higher. His jaws flexed as his impatience reared its head. I slid the panties down my legs, and when Aiden grabbed me, I pulled away. He subtly shook his head in warning as he stared at me—the desire in his eyes stirring my blood. I couldn’t wait any longer—I rushed him, pushing his muscled body against the wall and pulling his head down to my lips. Seconds later, his large hands were on my shoulders, guiding me down. I sank to my knees, my fingers curving around his dick as I pulled him into my mouth. “Ahh. Yes,” he groaned. I gripped him, sucking hard on the head of his thick cock as my other hand went for his testicles, softly caressing. Then I took him all the way in, moaning around his length. Aiden hissed. “Shit, Aria.” His taste, the honeyed juice of pineapple, was fresh on my tongue. “More,” I begged. “Mmm, I want more.” “I need to fuck you,” he said, gruffly. He lifted me from the floor and sat on the marble bench beneath a different showerhead. He reached behind him, turned on the water and then tugged me toward him. I straddled his leg, my pussy wet and sensitive on his thigh. I was soon grinding ferociously as he cradled my face and shoved his tongue into my mouth. His hand at my waist tightened, his other hand moved my leg and placed it on the side of his and then effortlessly, he lifted me, hovering my pussy over his erection. His eyes locked with mine as he lowered my body to his, connecting us, as the wide head of his cock parted my lips. He grunted, pushing me down to the root as he penetrated me with firm upward thrusts. I rolled into each one, completely filled and feeling every inch of him. “Harder. Fuck me harder,” I panted. Digging his fingers into my waist, he yanked me down harder, giving me what I begged for—his hips bucked upward, as his cock powered into my greedy flesh over and over and over. “You feel good, too good. I’m going to come,” he murmured. “Oh, Aiden.” I cried out and gripped his shoulders as his thick penis repeatedly filled me with fast, powerful lunges. I couldn’t take any more—my insides clenched as a heated wave of ecstasy tore through my body, my back bowing as the raw savagery of the orgasm claimed me. Aiden wrapped his arms around

my waist, enveloping me so tightly I nearly lost my breath. His hold didn’t loosen until he’d reached his goal. He threw his head back with a fierce grunt as he spurted endlessly, emptying himself into me. Winded and spent, I collapsed in his arms, clutching him tightly against me until my breathing slowed. After a while, Aiden reached up and turned off the water. I looked up at him and grinned. “Why are you smiling like a banshee?” he asked. “Because I’m a winner, which makes you the loser,” I said. “Just what is it that you think you’ve won, princess?” “I can’t say what I’ve won, but I know what you’ve lost.” “And what’s that?” “The option to skip out on any more outings with your mother.” “So my gift to you just now…that didn’t change your mind about this crazy idea?” “Hell no. You knew exactly what I was walking into with your mother and you said nothing. And to make matters worse, you made excuses to make sure you weren’t involved. Well, that’s over.” “Hey, wait. I did warn you.” “Maybe you did, maybe you didn’t, but either way, it wasn’t to the degree anyone would have needed. If you had properly warned me, I would have never entered into this lunacy with her.” “Aria, you’ve got this all wrong.” “Okay. I’ve got it all wrong. I don’t care. You’re in one-hundred percent or I’m out one-hundred percent. Your choice.” “That’s how you negotiate?” “That’s how Aiden Raine, CEO negotiates. I’ve learned from the best, baby.” “Touché.” He touched my lip, tracing his finger back and forth across it. “Is there any room for compromise?” I grasped his hand, moving his finger from my mouth and replied, “I’m not familiar with that term.” “What if I made you familiar with it? I have several counter offers.” “I wouldn’t expect anything less from someone like you.” “Is that an insult?” he asked. “It’s a compliment.” “I’ve really rubbed off on you.” He cocked his head. “Not sure that’s a good thing.” “In this circumstance, it is. I love you,” I said and lifted myself from him, my eyes still on his. His impassioned gaze was hot on my face—the yearning and reverence in his eyes burning into mine, rendering me breathless. He heaved a sigh and with a slight shake of his head, he said, “I love you more.” I found that hard to believe. There was no way he could love me any more than I loved him—so much that it hurt. My love for him was unrelenting—it pulled me fiercely to him. Even when I’d tried my damnedest to shun the power of it, it was still there. I’d tried to suffocate it—an attempt that only served

to exacerbate feelings that had now consumed me. The love we shared couldn’t be escaped—it couldn’t be ignored. After drying ourselves, we tossed our wet clothes in the hamper and started down the hall. “We can’t go back through the house in towels,” I said. “Why not?” “Well, I guess we could, but I would prefer we didn’t.” “There’re some sweats in the closet at the other end of this hall.” “Does every room in his house have showers and clothes?” I asked. “Most of the sports areas. Better to be prepared…just in case. Look at us. Perfect example,” he said, as we left the shower in search of clothes. “So, I didn’t know you fenced,” I said, after we were dressed. “It was one of the extracurricular activities in middle school.” “What did Nicholas mean by you’d gotten better while I was away?” “I was angry—very angry on most days. I’d told you that. And I needed a way to channel that energy, and fencing with my brother was one of the better ways of doing that.” “Oh,” I said. I hated to even think about our time apart, let alone hear him speak about it. “We’re heading back to Boston soon,” he said, lifting the mood. “Are you excited?” “Yes, if for nothing else than to get away from your mother,” I replied, shaking my head. “Speaking of which, let’s find her, and let her know you’ll be joining us tomorrow.” Aiden let out a sigh. I laughed and grabbed his hand, and we quietly walked out of the gym.

Chapter Six After what seemed like an endless day, Aiden, Lyric and I were finally home. I’d retreated to the bathtub for a long soak, and Aiden and Lyric were somewhere in the house doing whatever they did when I wasn’t around. After grabbing a robe, I ventured out of the bedroom in search of my guys. I didn’t have to go far. I followed the sound of music coming from the nursery. My eyes brimmed with tears when I spotted the two of them—Lyric was in his booster seat and Aiden was sitting in front of him playing the guitar. Lyric was staring openmouthed, totally fascinated by his father. I tried to place the song Aiden was playing, but it didn’t come to me. I stood there and listened as Aiden sung to his child. I remembered the first time he’d sang to me at the Esplande. That night was one of the most profound we’d shared before I knew who he really was. It was a night I’d never forget. And this moment was another special one I’d record to memory. Aiden strummed a final cord and then placed his finger in the baby’s palm. Lyric grabbed a hold and started babbling with his daddy. It was the cutest thing ever. “That was beautiful,” I said, stepping closer behind them. “Look who’s here, Lyric. It’s your gorgeous mother,” Aiden said. I still had a hard time believing the term mother was on the list of words that described me. Aiden placed the guitar on the floor beside him. He grabbed my waist and pulled me into his lap. I leaned in and lightly touched his lips with a kiss. “I’m not familiar with that song,” I said. “That’s because you’ve never heard it. It’s a lullaby I wrote for Lyric.” “That’s pretty special. I wish I had that talent. I would love to hear it in its entirety.” “How about I play it again when we put him down for the night?” he asked. “Perfect.” “Are you ready for the move next week?” he asked. “Excited as ever. I’m ready to get back to RPH.” “What about Mother? Aren’t you going to miss being so close to her?” I rolled my eyes. “Very funny.”

* * * * * It had been two weeks since we moved from Chicago to Boston, and I had a few more meetings with the interior designer before everything was complete in our new house. She’d done a remarkable job creating the perfect home for our little family. Actually, at twelve-thousand square feet, the house was

quite large, and the decorating had been quite an undertaking, but I absolutely loved it. Neither of us wanted anything as large as the mansion in Chicago but we wanted some of its comforts. We’d decided on a three-story home that sat on several acres of land outside the city limits. There was a short private drive that forked to the rear of the house, leading to the parking garage. Stepping into the house was an enclosed grand foyer with a heavily veined marble Italian tile with dramatic swirls of black, dark brown and tan, with pearly white deposits and subtle reddish flecks. In each corner of the room were exceptionally tall white lamps trimmed with dark brown flourishes. Two white high-backed chairs were positioned between each lamp. The foyer opened into the house using one of three arched entries. Beyond that were two white marble staircases that met in the center on the second floor. The third-floor entrance was also visible from here, revealing several paned windows and an alcove that jutted out in the center, and two other alcoves equal distance apart. Directly below the center of the staircases, was a huge sparkling chandelier with two columns on either side. Leading from the foyer were long halls to the right and left. Each went to one of two living rooms— one for everyday use, where you’d find my piano—the other for formal gatherings. Aiden and I each had an office, there was a nursery for Lyric, a billiard room, a gym, a theater and several other rooms that added to the comfort of our home. Dianna had decided to move to Boston with us, at least for the first six months to help out with Lyric. Little did she know, we intended for her to stay on. There were two small houses on the far left and right of the property, and one of those houses had been furnished for her. Since Dianna’s sister lived in Boston, I was hoping she would be the extra incentive we needed to sway Dianna toward making this a permanent move. I was back at RPH, working only six-hour days as I adjusted to my most recent title of working mom. The plan was to build up to full eight-hour days over the course of the month. The first week back at RPH brought about so many memories. Most were wonderful, reminding me of the excitement of my first days in publishing, but there were also a few sad memories in the mix. In my absence, there had been some changes—one of which was Raina’s move to a senior editor position. When I was in Chicago reviewing resumes, I’d eventually come across a promising candidate, Andrea Melton, to replace Raina. Lorraine Atchison, in human resources, conducted Andrea’s initial interview and I’d taken it from there. Raina had been kind enough to spend time with Andrea for the first couple of weeks to better acclimate her as my assistant. One thing I soon realized was that I couldn’t be away from Lyric. A nursery was in the building, but I’d had some modifications made to the office next door, and it was being transformed into a room for my little guy. It looked as if he would be introduced to the business side of his heritage sooner than I’d anticipated. Aiden lasted about three days as a stay-at-home dad before he dived into Heart of Wyatt. Although heavily involved with getting the foundation off to a great start, he was typically home when I arrived

from work, but for the last several days, he’d come in an hour or so later than me. At first, I didn’t think much of it. Then I started to notice that he was different—moody and irritable. I was sitting in the living room making notes on the latest plans for the wedding. Sienna was sending me something new practically every day. If I survived this wedding, it would be nothing short of a miracle. Before leaving Chicago, I’d decided on one of the designers Sienna suggested, Fantta Currier. She was the latest rave in Paris and Milan. Fantta’s designs were featured during Milan’s Fashion Week, and when I saw the first one, I was convinced she was perfect for the wedding. Sienna was flying her in for a meeting later this week. From my modest research, I’d concluded that Fantta was very strong-willed and had an eye for what best fit her models. Since I already had a vision of the dress I wanted, I knew working with her would be interesting. I looked up from my tablet when Aiden sauntered into the room. “Hi, handsome. Why such a long day?” I asked. “Just busy,” he replied. “Were you working with the foundation all this time?” “Some.” “And after?” “I was just out,” he said and headed toward the bar. “Doing what?” He poured a drink and replied, “Nothing really.” I dropped the tablet on the couch. “People aren’t just out doing nothing, Aiden.” “What do you expect me to say? Should I start documenting a play-by-play of my day so you can look it over?” he asked. “Excuse me?” “I’ve had a bad day,” he said. “I’m sorry.” I was about to let him have it for snapping at me, but decided to try a different approach. “Do you want to talk about it? Maybe I can help?” He swallowed his drink and poured another. “No, it’s not a big deal.” “But you just said—” “I know what I said. But this is not something I want help with. Please drop it.” “If it were me, you wouldn’t drop it,” I said. “But you’re not me. Would you like a drink?” I crossed my arms and stared at him as he downed his second drink. “No, I don’t have any milk for the baby. I need to pump.” “Isn’t he getting close to starting baby food?” Aiden asked, and placed the empty glass on the bar. “Yes, next month,” I said. “Why are you changing the subject?”

“Is that what I’m doing?” My plan to let his snide comments go, and to offer my help, wasn’t going to work. “Look, I don’t know what’s crawled up your ass, but I’m not going to sit here and pretend this is okay.” “Of course not. You’d never do that,” he replied dryly and walked out of the room. What the hell was that? I followed him to the kitchen. He stepped into the pantry and came back with a loaf of bread. “I made dinner,” I said. “I’ll just have a sandwich,” he said and went to the fridge. “Are you upset with me?” I asked. “No. I told you, just a fucked-up day.” “You’ve never really shown any signs of a day getting the better of you. I didn’t even know that was possible. So, what’s going on? And I’m warning you…don’t say nothing.” He dropped the cold cuts and lettuce on the counter. “Oh, so you’re warning me?” he asked, a hint of smile at the corner of his mouth. “I’m serious. I’m not dropping this, and if you don’t want an even worse night than you say your day was, I suggest you tell me.” He placed his palms flat on the counter and looked me dead in the eyes. “I was at the psychiatric treatment center.” “Why would you be—” “With Nadia.” Sirens went off in my head as I stood there gaping at him. I nearly dropped to the floor. I stepped to the counter, grabbing the edge to balance myself. The last I’d heard, Nadia had been sentenced to a mental health correctional center in Pennsylvania. “What did you just say?” Aiden grabbed a plate and started assembling his sandwich. “Her parents were convinced she wasn’t receiving the best treatment, so they brought in a highly regarded psychiatrist for an extensive evaluation. After his assessment, they petitioned the court for a different type of treatment, and Nadia was subsequently moved to the center here. When she resumed treatment with the new therapist, my name came up, and Nadia started to show signs of improvement. On the suggestion of her doctor, her parents reached out to me. They explained the situation and asked me to come see her.” “When was this?” He looked up from the plate and said, “A few days ago.” I stared at him, baffled by his betrayal. “How could you?” “I wasn’t planning to, but when the Lanes called a second time saying that Nadia had become unresponsive, I changed my mind. They later noticed Nadia only responded to me, so her psychiatrist asked if I’d be willing to participate in her private sessions.” “So, let me get this straight. Nadia is here. In Boston. And you didn’t see any reason to let me know?

And you’ve been seeing her behind my back?” “I’ve not been seeing her, Aria. It’s not like that, and you damn well know it.” “Then maybe you should tell me how it is. This is the same person who took our son!” “Don’t you think I know that, Aria?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I’d been living in blissful ignorance with Nadia only miles away. How could Aiden help the person who’d taken our baby? “It’s best if I know what we’re dealing with, and the only way to obtain that knowledge in a way that will satisfy me, is to witness her for myself.” At least that part made sense—I’d want to be aware of her mental state also. “I should have been told I need to start looking over my shoulder. Don’t you think?” “She’s in a correctional institution. It’s not like she can check in and out. I will not let anything happen to you or my son. If there was a reason for you to be concerned, I would have told you.” “You said she only responds to you. That in itself is cause for concern.” “She’s sick, and I should have recognized that sooner,” he said. “You? Why do you think she’s your responsibility? She’s not! Lyric and I should be the only thing on your radar right now!” “And you are!” He was already angry, and it was about to get worse, because I wouldn’t be naïve enough to underestimate Nadia’s insanity again. “That’s why I’m doing this—for you and Lyric. But of course, you’ll never see it that way.” “Would you?” I asked. “I knew this would upset you, and the more we talk about it, it will only make matters worse. The only thing you need to know is I’m taking care of it,” he said. “You’re taking care of it? So you plan to continue seeing her when you know I don’t want that? It will only encourage her,” I said. “I’m asking you to stop.” “I can’t do that.” “You can’t or you won’t?” “Actually it’s both,” he said. “Why? Why would you involve yourself with this?” “Because I did this to her, dammit! Don’t you realize that?” In an angry rush, he raked his hand over the counter, sweeping the plate to the floor. I gasped, and then we both fell quiet—waiting to see what was next. He looked at the pieces of glass and cursed. He lifted his gaze to mine and that’s when I saw it—the guilt. It was back, and the look in his eyes revealed a shame that was deeper than it had been in the past. This frightened me. And it worried me more than I already was. “Aiden, maybe we need to talk to someone. You can’t let this dictate your decisions, especially

regarding our safety.” “You don’t need to worry about that.” “Why would I not? Of course I’m worried about it.” “I’ve bought the facility,” he tossed out, as if it were an everyday occurrence. “What?” “To make sure you were safe.” “I thought you said I didn’t have anything to worry about.” “You don’t now.” “What does that mean?” “I’d hired someone a while back to keep tabs on Nadia’s treatment when she was in Pennsylvania. But once she moved here, I lost that contact. This center has just as many safeguards as the other, but I didn’t have anyone on the inside. I knew I wouldn’t be able to obtain information in a way I’d find acceptable—I needed daily briefs— so I did what I had to do.” “And these people who report back to you, they’re willing to risk their careers and provide you with confidential information.” “I pay very well, Aria. And I’ve hired one of the best psychiatrists in the country to treat her.” “Oh my God. You must have done this weeks ago, all of this without mentioning one thing to me. How could you do that?” “I did what needed to be done.” The resolute tone in his voice heightened my anxiety. This must have been the acquisition Connor had mentioned to Aiden when he forced him to go to Mumbai. “What’s the name of the center?” I asked. “Does that matter?” “Tell me, Aiden. I have a right to know how close she is.” “The Lundy-Wasik Recovery Institute.” I was both angry and worried he was letting guilt cloud his judgment. I tried to collect my thoughts, unsure what to address first. Before I could say anything, he said, “I knew she’d lost it when she took Lyric. The way she was talking…and when I’d grabbed her, I saw that crazed look on her face. I could see her slipping further from reality with each second that I stared into her eyes.” “And you didn’t tell me this because…” “Because you were wrecked after Nadia had taken Lyric, and I knew you couldn’t handle much more.” “So you removed my choice and made a decision for me? How many times must I tell you that I don’t need you keeping things from me?” “I wanted you to have peace of mind. I wanted you to enjoy our time as a family. Something we’d been deprived of.”

“Because of me? Because I’d kept my pregnancy a secret?” I knew he’d never get over that, no matter the number of times he said otherwise. “Don’t put words in my mouth. I didn’t say that.” “You didn’t have to.” I sat at the counter. I could feel the stability I thought I had crumbling around me. This would never end. We’d never have any peace. We just moved here, just started our life, and here was yet another dark and dangerous cloud. I didn’t notice until I felt Aiden’s hands on my shoulders, but I was trembling—the fear from that dreadful night had crowded every part of my brain. That’s what we had coming. More fear. I sat there, wordless—I couldn’t even cry. “Aria, babe. This is what I was hoping to avoid. I didn’t want this to touch us.” I was quiet for several moments, absorbing what I’d just forced out of the man who was perfectly fine leaving me in the dark. People escaped or connived their way out of correctional facilities all the time. And someone with money had even more wiggle room. What if her parents wanted her treated privately at their home? Could that happen? And if so, how long before she convinced them she was fine and came looking for us? What could I do? Take Lyric and run? I’d said I was in one-hundred percent… that I would never leave, but that promise meant nothing if Lyric’s safety was at risk. So now what? Do I stay here and wait it out? Trust that Aiden has this under control? But how could anyone control a fucking lunatic? “Aria. Say something.” I shrugged his hands from my shoulders and rushed upstairs to my son. Aiden wasn’t far behind. He was on my heels, demanding I talk to him, but I said nothing. I only wanted to see Lyric. His sweet gurgles greeted me in the hallway. He was sitting in his crib, playing with his toys. In one hand was his blue bunny—he was waving it back and forth—and in his mouth was his new teething ring. He was gnawing away at it like it was the most divine tasting thing he’d ever had. My hand rested over my heart as I smiled through the tears that suddenly trailed down my cheeks. He was my precious baby boy, happy and untouched by the threat that still followed us. My mind was in limbo—bouncing between rage, distrust and dread as I stepped into the nursery and lifted my chubby little guy from his crib. As if he could be taken from me at any moment, I clutched him tighter. I kissed his plump cheeks over and over as I sat in the chair nearest the window. Lyric grunted and squirmed, breaking free of my hold, and returned his attention to the toy in his mouth. I wiped a hand across my face and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “Aria, he’s okay. We’re okay. Trust me,” Aiden said. This was not a discussion I would have in front of the baby. Once Lyric was back in his crib, I went downstairs, Aiden still following me. After we returned to the living room, I faced him head on. “Why don’t you get it? We’re a team. You can’t just do things like this and not involve me. I’ve had to deal with

a lot on my own. I don’t need you to protect me like this.” “I know you’ve had to fend for yourself, and quite well I may add, but you have me now,” he said. “Princess, it’s my job to protect you, and whether you like it or not, that’s what I’ll continue to do.” “How? By lying and keeping secrets. That’s not going to work. And I know you realize that. I won’t stand for it.” “You don’t have a choice!” he said, his voice raised. “And if you think I’m going to go back and forth with you on this, you’re wrong.” He grabbed his jacket and headed toward the door. I followed him to the foyer. “Where are you going?” I shouted after him. “I need some air. I’ll be back later.” He slammed the door behind him. I stood in his wake, staring at the door. There was more to this. And If I had to find out myself, that’s exactly what I’d do. He may have made up his mind, but I had made up mine, too. I was going to see Nadia.

Chapter Seven Who knew what time Aiden came home from getting the air he needed. I’d slept in one of the guest rooms…behind a locked door. It was a miserable night. I tossed and turned for most of it, wondering how I could fix our rift, but when I finally awoke, I was possessed with the same determination I had when I finally drifted off last night…to pay a visit to Nadia Lane. I’d been awake since the crack of dawn, spending time with Lyric. Once Dianna arrived, I discreetly headed out when I heard Aiden stirring. The treatment center was approximately forty-five minutes from my office, and I wanted to beat the morning traffic. I arrived at the Lundy-Wasik Recovery Institute shortly after eight o’clock. I was relieved to see it was secured with a perimeter fence and even more relieved when I drove toward the entrance in the direction of a staffed security gate. The layered security did release some of the air in my chest. I came to a stop behind the vehicle in front of me, and a uniformed officer approached my car. He requested identification and the name of the patient I was to visit. After logging my information, he provided directions to the wing in which I’d find Nadia and then buzzed me through the gate. Once inside the building, my attention was immediately drawn to luxurious sitting areas with large arm chairs and plush leather couches. It was all extremely zen-like with dim lights, calming music, fluffy pile carpets, and muted colors. Beautiful paintings and huge mirrors were featured along the back walls— I guessed those were two-way mirrors for the staff to monitor the patients. Several patients were lounging in the rooms—some sat staring blankly, while others engaged in activities such as knitting or painting. I’d never been in a place like this, but it wasn’t at all what I expected. It more closely resembled a resort than what I’d envisioned as a mental health treatment center. After checking in at the nurse’s station, I headed toward Nadia’s room. I knocked at the door, but there wasn’t an answer. After the second unanswered knock, I turned the handle and stepped inside. Nadia was coming from the bathroom when she looked up and saw me. We both froze. Aiden said she only responded to him, so I was curious as to how she would react to me. I was faceto-face with the woman who’d been the source of nothing but discord and hurt since the very first time I’d heard her name. I instinctively wanted to rush over and wrap my hands around her throat. Nadia was a horrid person, and regardless of the perfect and proper image she wanted to convey, the stench of evil bitterness always surfaced. But to look at her now, I wouldn’t have thought that to be the case—she looked extremely frail. She was without any makeup and the vibrant, flowing red hair that once framed her oval face was now dull and lifeless. “Did you bring the baby?” she whispered. My stomach fluttered. “What did you say?”

“My baby. Where is he?” What the hell? She came closer and extended a hand to me. I stepped further into the room, but I didn’t close the door. I had no idea what I was walking into, but I figured since she wasn’t in a locked cell, it was okay to observe her from a safe distance. “I’m glad you’re here,” she said. Her sad eyes lit up with a smile. “That means I’m better and I can go home soon.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “The baby and I. We can go home now.” I gave her another once-over. Was this for real? “Nadia, you don’t have a baby.” “Yes, I do.” She went to the dresser and picked up a piece of paper and passed it to me. “See.” Once I realized what she’d shown me, my breath caught and a chill rushed through me as my blood ran cold. I studied her drawing—it wasn’t the work of someone with an artistic flair, but it wasn’t difficult to recognize what it represented. It was a baby, and below the image on the paper was the name Lyric. I looked back at her, already startled and confounded by this brief encounter. Nadia was twisting her hair as she peered at the drawing. She looked up from the paper and met my eyes, a meek smile on her pale face. The evil glint I’d always seen was missing, and she looked lost, but the Nadia I knew had to be in there somewhere. “Why did you take my son?” I asked. Her head flipped up and her eyes flashed as though someone had yelled action. The bright irises that stared back at me were those I’d once come very close to scratching out. “What are you doing here?” she asked. “I’m…not…sure,” I replied. I was at a loss at to what was going on here. “Do you know who I am?” “Of course I know who you are. How could I not?” “Do you know why you’re here?” I asked. “Yes, I did something foolish—something I’ll always regret,” she said, and walked over to the bed, and took a seat. She crossed her legs and continued. “I know you don’t like me, and I’ll never like you, so there’s that, but I was wrong for what I did. I don’t know what happened.” “So you remember what you did?” I asked. “Yes, but I don’t know how I could have done something so dreadful. When I held Aiden’s baby, all I could see was the child I’d lost. My mind was racing a mile a minute. Part of me just wanted to imagine— just for a little while, he was mine. I just…I just…wanted to hold the child I never had a chance to.” She was staring straight ahead, as if in a trance or talking to herself, saying things she’d rehearsed a million times. “I saw how desperately Aiden wanted him, and I remembered how he persuaded me to get rid of our baby—he didn’t want our baby. I knew I had to protect this one, so I wanted to take him someplace safe.

Before I knew it, I was walking out the door with Aiden’s son.” I didn’t know what the hell was happening here, but the words she spoke only made me want to rip her head off. She snapped out of her daze and glanced at the picture in my hand. “What are you doing with that?” She jumped from the bed and snatched it from my hand. “You’re not going to take my baby!” She yelled and clutched the picture to her chest. “Do you hear me? You’re not going to take him! He’s mine!” She shouted over and over again, and all I could do was stand there and watch as she unraveled right before my eyes. Suddenly two orderlies rushed in and tried to calm her. I stepped back and watched as they attempted to talk her down, but it was as if we were all there to attack her. “No! No! Don’t come near me. Where’s my baby? Where is he? Lyric! Lyric!” They seized her and placed her on the bed. She yelped and kicked like a trapped animal trying to break loose, still screaming that no one would take her baby. The orderly pulled out a syringe and gave her an injection. Both of the men then held her in place until she was less agitated. They raised the bed rails, and then secured her wrists and ankles. The picture she’d been holding fluttered to the floor. “Excuse me. Why are you in this patient’s room?” I spun around to see a woman dressed in a smart pantsuit and white lab coat with Christel Ellison, Resident Psychiatrist imprinted on the top right. She had soft, pretty features, but her gaze was stern and unfriendly. “Ms. Lane is my patient. I have a list of her approved visitors and there are only three, all of whom I’ve met, so I’m pretty sure you shouldn’t be here. I will need you to leave.” “I’m Aria Cason.” A knowing look crossed her face. “Can I speak with you in private please?” I asked. Dr. Ellison and I spent the next hour in her office talking about the events that led Nadia to this place. Of course she didn’t release any information to me, but she did tell me that Nadia had been improving as of late, and that it would be best if I didn’t return to the facility. I thanked her for her time and left the building. I was in my car, my hands gripping the steering wheel as I replayed what I’d just witnessed. I didn’t know how long I sat there. My phone rang, and I snapped out of my daze and rushed to answer it. The display showed Aiden’s name. I stared at the phone until the call went to voicemail and then tossed it on the seat and pulled out of the parking lot.

* * * * *

After seeing Nadia, I was jittery most of the afternoon. At this rate, I’d need to keep sedatives on hand at all times. I supposed every family, every relationship, had baggage, but mine was filled with more than what could be tossed on the curb and forgotten. It was one thing after another since I’d met Aiden. Our lives wouldn’t always be this way, would it? I’d concluded my second meeting for the day and had just sat at my desk when my intercom buzzed. “Mr. Raine is headed your way, and he looks upset,” came the voice from the intercom. “Thanks, Andrea,” I replied. I knew what this was about, so I braced myself for his onslaught. Just as I pressed the intercom button, my door was flung open. And Andrea was right, Aiden was upset. “Good afternoon, Aiden,” I said. “Aria.” That’s all he said. He took a seat in front of my desk and reclined in the chair. “I didn’t expect to see you here. What’s going on?” I asked, meeting his gaze for only a few seconds and then looking down at my tablet. “Just dropping by to see how your day’s going.” “That’s very nice of you.” I looked up and smiled. He didn’t return the exchange, so I continued. “It’s going well.” Aiden’s chin lifted and his gaze narrowed. “Surprised you’re talking to me after last night.” “I’m not happy about it, but what’s done is done.” I looked at my calendar. “Wow, I have a lot going on today.” “I’m sure you do,” he said. “You have your hands in so many things.” If he wasn’t going to mention my visit with Nadia, I sure as hell wasn’t. “I would imagine any CEO can say the same.” “Would you?” he asked. I lifted my gaze to his and replied. “Yes.” “Hmm.” “Did you spend time with Lyric this morning?” I asked. “Yes, just like every morning. I’m actually going to spend the remainder of the day with him.” “Oh. I’m sure you’ll both enjoy father-son time. Should I pick up something for dinner?” “Why did you go to the mental institution?” he asked, without skipping a beat. I guess he was done playing this cat-and-mouse game. “For the same reason as you,” I replied. “I need to know what I’m dealing with.” He leaned forward. “Haven’t I told you that I would handle this?” he asked. “I don’t like the way you’re handling it.” “You will not continue to challenge me on everything, especially something as sensitive as this. Do you understand me?” “I understand absolutely nothing.” I sat back in my chair and met his gaze head on. “Why is it so

difficult for you to comprehend that you can’t boss me around? And you know I don’t appreciate when you take that tone with me.” “Why can’t you be happy? Why can’t you center your attention on Lyric and RPH? I’ve told you, more times than I should have to, that I will take care of this situation with Nadia.” “You will not manage me, Aiden.” His brows furrowed. “What makes you think I’m doing that?” he asked. “Aren’t you?” He didn’t reply. “Are we done here?” I asked. “Aria, you should not have gone to that place, and you are not to go there again,” he ordered. “You don’t dictate where I go. I’ll go anywhere I damn well please.” “Why?” He shook his head as if he were confused. “Why can’t you just do as I ask?” “You’re not asking. You’re demanding. And you know that gets you nowhere with me.” He shoved his hand through his hair and through gritted teeth he asked, “Can you not fight me on every fucking thing?” “She’s a mess and nothing you can do will fix her.” “Dammit, Aria! Do you realize how much your visit set her back?” “No. Nor do I care. My concern is for the safety of my family.” “And mine isn’t?” he asked. “I didn’t say that. But the way you’re going about this is all wrong, and since you won’t hear anything except yourself, I’m not going to try to convince you of anything. I’ll just take matters into my own hands.” “The hell you will,” he said in a low voice. “You will not return to that facility, you will not contact the doctor. I’m telling you to stay out of this.” “And I’m telling you no.” He bolted from his seat, cornered my desk, and yanked my chair toward him. He turned me to face him and leaned over me, his hands on either side of me, grasping the arm rests. “You will stay out of this. Don’t make me do something I don’t want to do. I’m asking you to do it of your own volition. Don’t make me force you.” His eyes flashed with a rage that caught me off guard, which pissed me off even more. I considering kneeing him, but I took the high road. “I’d like for you to leave. I have work to do.” He didn’t move. “Do we have an understanding?” he asked. “You know me. Why don’t you answer your own damn question?” I pushed him. “Move. If you won’t go, then I will.” “I’ll leave. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” “Ditto.” If he thought, for one moment, I would cower to his control tactics, he was dead wrong. He released my chair, and without a second glance, he stalked out of my office.

It took more than a few moments for me to calm down after Aiden’s visit. I was scheduled for a conference call that I was too wired to even think about, let alone participate in. I went to the bar, and poured myself a drink.

* * * * * My trip from work was not one I’d expected. It had taken me a while to notice, but I finally realized I was being followed, and I was sure my detecting that was not by mistake. Aiden wanted me to know I had a tail. Once inside the house, I headed for the nursery. Lyric wasn’t there. Aiden had mentioned he’d be spending the afternoon with the baby, so maybe they were still out. At just that moment, I received a text from Dianna stating that Aiden had asked her to keep Lyric overnight to give us some privacy. I didn’t need any privacy with him. I was about to call Dianna when I heard Aiden entering the house. I rushed to our bedroom to grab some things and then hurried back to the guest room I’d slept in the previous night. Aiden had reached me before I made my exit. “I made a call to Dr. Ellison. Every one of the staff has been given explicit instructions that you are not allowed on that property.” “Of course, let’s protect Nadia from big bad Aria at all costs. So is that what you meant by forcing me to do things your way?” “I’m not discussing this,” he said. “Yes, you are. Oh, and thanks for the person you have following me around like a fucking loon. Just because I don’t do as you say, you pull out all the stops to ensure you get things the way you want.” “I asked you, but you refused to cooperate. I’m not sure why I was remotely surprised.” “This is not right,” I said. “I need to know that my child is safe, that I’m safe.” “Nothing will happen to you, Aria.” “How do you know? Because you’re keeping out of this? Because you’re not spurring her on? Oh wait, you are doing just that! And it needs to end, and it needs to end now.” “And if it doesn’t?” “If you can’t back away from this, then—” “Then what? What? Is this the part where you threaten to leave me again?” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “That’s what you do. The minute you don’t get your fucking way, you run.” He knew I had issues with relationships, yet he threw that in my face. “This is different and you know it.” “How? How is this different?”

I wasn’t going to waste any more time fighting this losing battle. I turned to walk away. If he couldn’t decide, I’d decide for him. I’d barley made two steps before he’d grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him. “You’re not leaving me.” I looked up at him, meeting the ferocity of his gaze—the burning intensity of the eyes staring back at me took my breath away. I fiercely loved this man, like he was a part of me, but this wasn’t just about me. Lyric came first. I pulled away, trying to shake his hold, but he pulled me closer, his solid frame towering over mine. “You’re not leaving me, Aria,” he repeated and reached for the back of my head, tugging my hair and forcing my lips to meet his. His touch was as violent as his kiss and I wanted no part of it. I struggled to free myself from his aggression, but he only gripped tighter. When I opened my mouth, he forced his tongue inside and I bit down on it…hard. He jerked away. “Shit! Why’d you do that?” I escaped his grasp and headed down the hall, and he was directly behind me. I went to Lyric’s room, grabbed his bag and started tossing random items inside. “Oh, so you really are leaving?” I didn’t reply. “You aren’t taking Lyric, Aria. You can pack as many bags as you want—he’s not leaving this property with you.” My fingers curled around the bag. There was no way he’d let me leave, especially with Lyric. I loosened my grip on the satchel and placed it on the dresser. I reined in my anger and sighed. I stepped over to Lyric’s crib and looked at Mr. Bunny. If anything happened to my son, I wouldn’t survive it. Why couldn’t Aiden see that? I turned around and headed out of the room, leaving Aiden standing in the doorway. I couldn’t leave, but I sure as hell wouldn’t share a bed with Aiden. I went to the storage bench at the foot of our bed and though I was looking for something else, I spotted my box of memories and paused. I opened the lid, and on top of the pictures, letters, and other keepsakes was one of the pink heart-shaped notes with a short message written in my mom’s script. I let out a sigh, closed the lid on the box, and pulled my quilt from the bottom of the trunk. I was hoping that my gift from Mom would soothe me enough to counter the sleeplessness I endured the previous night. I stormed past Aiden and headed to the guest room. I had started to drift off when Aiden came into the room. Why was he following me? Didn’t he understand I wanted to be left alone? “Are you really going to sleep in here?” he asked. I turned away from him. I didn’t have the strength to do much more. Fighting with him was exhausting. We were too much alike and that often worked against us.

“I can’t be without you again tonight. Please come to our bed.” His voice was so tender and sweet, free of the upset from our disagreement. A tear eased down my cheek when I heard him approaching. He sat on the bed beside me for several minutes, not saying anything. He finally reached out and placed his hand on my shoulder, but I moved away from his touch. He sighed and leaned down and kissed my hair. It was quiet, so quiet I could hear his breathing. I wanted him to leave, but I knew he wouldn’t. He just sat there. I knew if I left he’d follow me, so I’d laid there and waited him out. He had more patience than I’d given him credit for—my plan failed. I’d fallen asleep only to awake a few hours later with Aiden’s arm draped over me, his lips touching my neck. He was sound asleep, but I knew he’d easily awaken if I moved too quickly. I slid from underneath his arm, moving as slowly as possible, and I was almost free when he moved. I froze. He moaned, and a few seconds later, he was back in his quiet sleep. I eased from the bed and glanced back at him—the beautiful, stubborn and overprotective father of my child—the man I planned to marry. Sometimes I hated that I loved him. But I had tried not loving him and found that utterly impossible. My love for him was a part of me now—permanently entrenched in very depths of my soul. At times being in love with him felt like something beyond my wildest dreams. Then there were times like now, when it drained every ounce of me. I wanted to take Lyric and go someplace safe, hidden from the danger that lurked in the shadows, but he would never allow me to take his son. My only option was to convince Aiden to see my side in this. And if he didn’t, well…I would have no choice but to find a way to get rid of Nadia myself.

Chapter Eight Day three. Aiden and I were still on bad terms. And after being trailed home from work, I was fuming all over again. But as soon as I saw my smiling baby, nothing else mattered. Lyric was standing in his crib, his little hands were curled around the rails as he moved up and down, almost bouncing as I approached him. “My big boy. Are you happy to see Mommy?” He grinned and reached one hand out to me. I gasped when I saw the little bit of white pushing through his gums. “What a big day for you, Lyric. You’re standing and you have your first tooth.” I reached inside the crib and grabbed my little guy and went to the play area in the corner of his nursery. Lyric crawled from one toy to the next, placing some things in his mouth while tossing others. I called his name and lifted his favorite stuffed animal. He followed the sound of my voice and dropped the squeeze toy when he saw me dangling Mr. Bunny. He crawled toward me and reached for his blue friend. I encouraged Lyric to stand up for longer than two seconds at a time and laughed when he plopped down and pouted. I stopped torturing him when I saw he was really getting cranky, and I started crawling around the floor with him. I could play with him all day—well, most days anyway, when he wasn’t fussy. At those times, he reminded me so much of his father and myself. I hoped our temperaments didn’t rub off on him, but I had serious doubts that Lyric would escape that part of us. Lyric was in his bouncy carrier, toying with the little trinkets that were strung over his head, when his father came into the room. It was after seven o’clock, so I could only imagine he’d been at the treatment center. I didn’t bother to acknowledge him. I placed Lyric in his crib and went directly to the guest room. I locked the door and sat on the edge of the bed. I was staring blankly at the wall wondering when and if I could calm down enough to speak to Aiden. I had actually planned to talk to him today, but his late arrival reminded me of how he was handling this Nadia situation, and my motivation to talk went straight out the window. An hour or so later, I was considering going to Dianna for some advice, when I heard a knock. “Open the door, Aria,” Aiden said. I didn’t respond. “We need to resolve this.” “You don’t want to resolve it,” I said. “You want me to go along with whatever you say, and I’m not doing that. Just go away.” He knocked again, harder this time. “Open the damn door, Aria. I swear I’ll knock it down!” “Go right ahead.” I waited on the impact, but nothing. A few minutes passed and still nothing. I guessed he’d given up. Good, I wasn’t in the mood for his Me Tarzan, You Jane act.

I flipped on the baby monitor and then grabbed the remote. I was surfing through the TV channels when a reminder sounded on my phone. It was for Lyric’s checkup tomorrow. Aiden and I had planned to go together. That wouldn’t be a fun day for any of us. Lyric was getting shots and his father and I were barely speaking. I was drying off after a long, hot shower when I heard Lyric and Aiden. They were in the recliner and Aiden was telling Lyric a story about the prince, the princess and their son. I dropped my towel and hopped in the bed, curled up with my quilt and continued listening to them. Aiden was a good man, and his heart was in the right place. He thought he had to do something to make things right for Nadia. He was still blaming himself for what she’d done—for what she’d become. But why couldn’t he see the degree of his involvement with her treatment was bad for us? Once the story was over, Aiden tucked Lyric in and then left the nursery. I crawled out of bed and looked for something to wear. There weren’t many clothes in here, just a handful of things I grabbed in a rush to get away from Aiden. I pulled a T-shirt from the drawer. It was his. I sighed as I lifted it over my head. Even though I was pissed at him, I wanted to be close to him, and for now, this would have to do. I grabbed the front of the shirt and lifted it to my nose—it smelled of expensive aftershave and, well, just Aiden. I missed his smell. I missed being in his arms. I was lying in bed thinking about the last time we’d made love when a knock at the door startled me. “Aria, I made dinner,” he said. I looked at the door wondering how or if I should respond. When I didn’t reply, he asked, “Are you hungry?” I was actually starved but I kept silent—too stubborn to give in to his attempt at making amends. “I love you madly, and I’ll go fucking insane if I can’t touch you. Please open the door.” I hopped out of the bed and stood there, unable to move any closer. Just knowing he was a few feet away from me was driving me crazy. I was silent for several moments longer, waiting on my indecision to level out, and he finally said, “I’ll leave your dinner near the door. When you’re ready to talk, I’ll be here.” He sounded defeated, and it broke my heart. I hated when he did this. He’d do something that deserved none of my compassion, but then he’d do something on the opposite end of the spectrum that pulled at my heartstrings—rendering me unable to refuse him anything. After a few seconds, I unlocked the door and opened it. The tray was sitting on a small table, and there were domes covering the food. Aiden was headed down the hall, but he turned when the door opened. His eyes rolled over me, but he didn’t move. He stood there as if awaiting my consent. “Have you eaten?” I asked. “No,” he replied. He looked as miserable as I felt. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes.” “Maybe we can eat together.” I shrugged. “I’d like that.” He walked back toward me and picked up the tray, and I followed him downstairs. Once we were seated at the table, he poured a glass of wine for each of us. I looked up from the goblet to find him staring at me. There was suddenly a pained look on his face. “I fucking miss you.” “I’m sorry,” we said simultaneously and then he left his seat and came to me. He reached out and I damn near jumped into his arms. “I miss you, too.” His mouth was on mine seconds later. Lifting me in his arms, he carried me to the living room. He set me on my feet and pulled my shirt over my head, and I reached for his pants—hurrying to release his manhood. “No more fighting.” “No more,” I repeated. And then he was inside me.

* * * * * After the second extended encore of make-up sex, Aiden and I were lying naked on the sofa in the living room. I was nestled in his arms as he stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head every so often. “I want you to enjoy this time with Lyric…with me. You can’t do that looking over your shoulder or constantly waiting on the ax to fall. It’s my job to protect you.” Moving my lips over his chiseled pecs, I kissed his chest and then looked up at his tender green eyes. “Aiden, I love you so much, and I love that you want to protect me, and there will be times when you’ll need to, but this isn’t one of them. We’re a team. We worry together, we’re happy together, we’re sad together. Don’t you think I want you to enjoy this time, too? It’s not fair I get to walk around carefree when you have the burden of Nadia.” “You’re strong—I know that. But you’re not alone anymore—you have me,” he said. “I know. And that makes me feel like the strongest, most powerful woman in the world. I have you and we can take on anyone…anything…together.” He sighed and I could sense his internal struggle. “I’ll try,” he said. “Thank you. I know that’s pretty much all I’ll get at this point, so I’ll take it.” “Now that you know about Nadia, I’ll keep you informed as I obtain information—I’ll let you know everything that’s going on.” “Yes, you could, I suppose…but, I need to see for myself, Aiden. After what I witnessed of her at that institution, secondhand information won’t cut it for me. I don’t know how to make you understand that.” “Okay. Okay.” He sighed again. “It won’t be often that I visit. Her doctor says it will be as her

therapy dictates a need for it. When I go, you come with me. You’ll not be in the room with her—ever. That’s non-negotiable, so don’t try that stubborn shit on this. But we can arrange it to where you can sit in the privacy room, and you’ll be able to see and hear everything.” “Okay. Thank you,” I said. “I don’t like this.” “I know. But this is so much better than lying or keeping secrets from each other. I will not have that type of relationship with you.” “I don’t want that, either.” I still didn’t think it was a good idea for him to be as involved as he’d planned but I wasn’t a psychiatrist, so I wasn’t an authority on the subject. As much as I hated it, I had to trust that Dr. Ellison and Aiden knew what they were doing. Aiden sat me up and went to the panel on the wall and pressed a button. “That’s one of my favorite songs,” I said, when the music started. “After the wedding, isn’t there something about a first dance?” he asked, as he pulled me back into his arms. “Yes. And I told you Sienna has this classical song stuck in her head, so I agreed to it.” “Since Dianna has graciously allowed my mother to plan everything, and since I’ve had little-to-no say-so, this is the one thing I want.” “But Sienna isn’t going to like it,” I said. “I’ll take care of Mother.” We were quiet—listening to the music and enjoying the peace of our compromise. “Would you like to dance?” he asked. “I’d love to.” We lifted ourselves from the loving comfort of the sofa and he restarted the song. “My lady,” he said and extended his hand. I took a bow and he grasped my palm and pulled me toward his naked body. He grabbed me and spun me so that my back was to his chest, enveloping me in his arms, and intoxicating me with his rich scent. He smelled of sex—our sex—and it was like the most potent of aphrodisiacs. I leaned back into him as he encircled my waist. Moments later, his hands slid over my body and his mouth was at my neck. We swayed to the music, naked and aroused, our heartbeats accelerating. His lips were at my ear. “I need to be inside you,” he whispered. “Yes,” I breathed. He pulled me down on the floor and moved his body over mine. In one swift move, he pushed inside me and connected us. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he said and then sealed his mouth over mine as the song flipped into repeat.

* * * * * After the discord of the last several days, Aiden and I wanted quality time as a family, so I’d taken the day off to spend it with my two favorite guys. We’d just arrived home from Lyric’s checkup when my phone rang—it was Sienna. I considered sending it to voicemail because it was nearly time to feed Lyric. Dr. Chaisson, Lyric’s pediatrician, said it was time to introduce solid foods into the baby’s diet, so we’d picked up a variety of baby foods on the way home. And since it was almost time to feed Lyric, we decided to forgo milk and give one of them a try. Aiden suggested I take his mother’s call while he got Lyric settled. As I sat in on the video conference with Sienna, listening to Lia and Bianca going over bridesmaid details, I started missing my sisters—wishing they lived closer. It would have been great to have them around more, but for now, video chats and short visits were all we had. Once Sienna got the information she needed, we ended the call with plans to review any changes later in the afternoon. Anxious to see how Lyric would take to baby food, I hurried to the kitchen to check on him and his father and was shocked to see Aiden had started without me. “Aiden, you were to feed him the pumpkin,” I said. “Aria, he doesn’t like that shit.” “Wow, kind of passionate there aren’t you? I thought we agreed—no potty mouth in front of the baby.” “I know, but I needed to emphasize how much he hates it.” “How do you know?” “Because…” “Because what?” “I tasted it. It’s disgusting.” I laughed. “Didn’t you eat it as a child?” “I don’t know. Maybe. Lyric won’t be eating anymore of it.” “Aiden, he needs—” “Wait. Let me finish,” he said. “I made a call.” Oh, no. What has he done? “Don’t look like that. I called Jason and he’s flying in tomorrow.” “Oh my God. Are you serious?” “It was actually Mother’s idea.” “I don’t think an eight-month-old needs a personal chef, Aiden.”

“My son’s not eating this stuff. It’s loaded with toxins.” He picked up the barely touched container of baby food. “You know they’re damaging to brain cells. And a child’s growing brain and body are far more susceptible to toxins than an adult’s.” “Aiden, this food came from the whole food store, so calm down.” “Yes, pre-packaged. Jason can make everything fresh from one of our organic food centers. He’s already forwarded a list of ingredients to Brooklyn, so by this time tomorrow, Lyric will be able to appreciate a good meal.” “He’s a baby. He knows nothing about good or bad meals. And I’m fully aware of the benefits of organic foods, which is why I buy them, but since you have a plan in motion, have at it,” I said, and frowned at the two of them. “Why are you looking at us like that?” Aiden asked. “Because you’re both a mess. There’s food everywhere.” Aiden was shirtless—food was on his cheek, his chest and his shorts. The baby was sitting in his highchair kicking his feet and grinning at his daddy. Lyric’s four little bottom teeth were more visible than they’d been a couple of days ago. Food was in his hair, on the wall behind him, on the floor, and all over his precious little face. I shook my head, baffled as to how they could create such a mess. “How did you do this? How is it even possible?” “Hey, it wasn’t me. It was the kid. Told you, he doesn’t like this stuff.” “Oh, it was the kid?” I asked. “Yes. I told Lyric, ‘Your mom is going to go berserk if she sees us like this.’ And then he said, ‘Dad, Mom needs to chill out.’” “Oh. He said that, did he?” I bit back a laugh. “But don’t worry. I told him he shouldn’t say things like that about you.” “Gee. Thanks for sticking up for me.” “Of course, babe. I was listening when you gave me the team speech—we need to stick together. But you have to admit, he’s pretty funny, huh?” “Why don’t the two of you talk about how funny he is while you clean up?” “I want to clean you up,” Aiden said, stalking toward me with his hands covered in baby food. “Don’t you dare touch me with that, Aiden.” I started backing away. “I’m warning you.” Aiden had me pressed against the counter just as Lyric cried out. We looked over at him, and he was grinning. “Looks like he wants his parents’ attention,” Aiden said. We let go of our game and tried to persuade our little guy to finish his food. It didn’t go very well. By the time it was all over, I was as much of a mess as they were.

Chapter Nine I’d just finished my call with Julie Schneider, the customized fantasy fulfillment assistant at Seducente. The final piece was in place. A jolt of nervous excitement tingled in my abdomen as I considered the challenge that lay ahead. I wanted this to play out per my needs, not Aiden’s. He and I volleyed for control in every aspect of our relationship and I suspected that tonight would be no different. He’d agreed to sitting back while I took the reins, but I knew this would be difficult for him. We’d abstained from sex for the last two weeks in preparation for tonight. Luckily, he’d been out of town with Nicholas and Sloan for Raine Industries for more than half that time, which made it easy to maintain our self-imposed challenge. I was at the condo, marking the last of the things I wanted moved to our house. Lia and Bianca had decided to transfer to Boston State and they would be living here, so I was clearing out the remainder of my belongings so they could make this place their own. I was thrilled they’d decided to come to Boston, and I’d already made a ton of plans for the three of us. Aiden would be coming directly to the condo from the airport, and from here we were going to Seducente. I missed him terribly and was on pins and needles waiting for him to arrive. The plan was to get him out of here pretty quickly. If I stayed at the condo for any significant amount of time, I would be on my back, spread eagle within seconds of looking at him. The doorman Silas was to buzz me when Aiden entered the building. Actually, I wasn’t planning to allow Aiden inside the condo. I’d previously insisted that he meet me in the lobby, but he refused, stating that he wanted to greet me privately. If I’d learned anything about Aiden by now, that meant he would be fucking me. Normally that would be more than okay, but I wanted the anticipation to increase to a point where we simply couldn’t refrain from grasping and clawing at each other like two hungry animals. The intercom buzzed, and I hurried toward the panel to answer it. “Yes?” “Ms. Cason, Mr. Raine just stepped into the elevator,” Silas said. “Thanks, Silas,” I replied and then released the button. I had the butterflies of a girl who was about to go on her first date. I was more than a little anxious to see him—like a kid awaiting a seat on Santa’s lap. Aiden was no jolly St. Nick, but he did have his own special way of spreading cheer, and I would be showered in his cheer in a couple of hours. Santa was an expert at squeezing down chimneys, while Aiden’s expertise lay in the amorous ability to squeeze into something a little more conforming—namely me. I rushed over to the coat rack for my cover-up and purse. I opened the door just before Aiden was about to knock. I took in a quick breath as I reveled in his beauty—he was glorious every time I took him in. And each time my first thought was always the same—sex. His aura screamed it. You couldn’t refute

his appeal, even if you had the stupidity to try. I should know…I’d been stupid enough to try just that a few short months ago. “Well, hello, gorgeous,” he said. Before I could reply, his lips were on me, his mouth claiming mine, and easing me back into the condo. He spun me around and my back was flush to the door, his hard body pressed tightly against me. I was instantly weakened by his smell, by his touch, by his taste. He moved his lips urgently across mine as his tongue sought entrance into my mouth. His hand moved to my chest where he found my breasts anxiously awaiting the aggression of his touch. They were heavy and eager for his firm and painful gropes. I lost my bearings and forgot that I was not to allow him inside. Fuck, I missed him so much. I reluctantly severed the kiss and pushed him away. Breathing heavily, I asked, “What do you think you’re doing?” “I’m doing exactly what I told you I would—greeting you privately,” he replied, stalking toward me. I held my hand up, signaling him to not come any closer. “Are you objecting? My ego is fragile, princess. Don’t tell me you haven’t missed me,” he said, offering the feigned look of hurt. “Your ego is as healthy as any ego can ever be, so don’t even.” I smoothed my clothes and took a few more steps away from him. “Look. Tonight is mine. You promised, so I need you to stop.” “And if I don’t?” he challenged. “Oh, you will, unless you want me to stop,” I warned. “Are you threatening to put a lock on my precious Virginia? I don’t think she’s going to approve.” “I think she’ll understand,” I said. “In that case, I’ll gladly accept your mouth or that tight little ass of yours until you come to your senses.” “Oh, you will, will you?” I traced my finger along my bottom lip. “This mouth?” I asked. “That’s the only one I want,” he replied, his voice smooth as silk. I turned away from him and bent over, lifting my dress. “And this ass?” I looked over my shoulder to see his hand on his crotch. When he stepped toward me, I stood and eased my dress down over my curves. Visions of him taking me right then on the floor ran through my mind. I was just as bad as he was, but I needed to get him out of the condo before tonight’s plans went up in smoke. “You’re playing with fire, princess,” he warned. I wanted to step directly into that fire and give him access to each and every orifice, right then and there. I slowly raked my eyes over the tall, dark, powerful man standing in front of me. Just as I was about to step toward him and give him what we both wanted, my phone pinged, severing the lustful spell he’d cast. I went to the door. “Out. Now,” I ordered.

He laughed. “Are you serious?” “Very. I can’t be in here with you looking at me like that.” He slid his tongue over his bottom lip. “Like what?” he asked. “Like you want to fuck the shit out of me.” “But, baby, I do,” he purred. “Aiden. Stop it. You’re going to ruin everything,” I said, and stuck out my lower lip. “Okay, I don’t want to upset you. What do I need to do to make you stop with the pouty face?” “I thought you liked my pouty face.” “I do. I like everything about you, Ms. Cason. Let me prove it.” “You can prove it by dialing down your sexy meter a few hundred points,” I said and went to the kitchen to turn off the lights. “How many points are in this number system of yours?” he asked, when I returned. “For the average guy…about ten. For you, it’s about a thousand.” “Did you hear that?” he asked. “What?” “That ping. It was the sound of my ego checking back in,” he replied, flashing a lightning-quick grin, as he stepped to me. “Oh, you’re so freaking silly. I’ve missed you so much, baby.” “I know you have,” he said, reaching to stroke my cheek. “I’ll behave and give you the night I promised. So let’s kick your plans into high gear. What’s my part?” “Finally. Geez, the things a girl has to go through with you.” I grimaced. “I’m worth every minute of it.” “I’m starting to wonder about that,” I said. “So you showered on the plane right?” I asked. “Yes, ma’am.” “Well, you’ve done your part. My only two requests were that you were clean and hairless. I need you nice and smooth,” I said, as I pointed to his crotch. “Our night awaits.” I opened the door and lifted my brows suggestively. “After you.” He shook his head with a grin and walked past me. We were in my car and shockingly enough, Aiden was behaving. “I don’t want you to have any clues, so I’ll need to blindfold you.” I passed him a pair of wireless ear buds. “I also want you to wear these.” They were synced with my playlist. The music was dark and sensual, so I hoped it would be a subtle method of mind control that would prepare him for what was coming. “I still have reservations about this,” he said, as his furtive and uneasy glance fell to the black material. I placed the blindfold over his head. “Reservations or not, you agreed and you will not renege,” I replied.

“I can do whatever I want.” “In this case, I want you do to whatever I want, that’s if you want me to continue letting you do whatever you want to my body.” “Is this another one of your attempts at negotiation? If so, a little advice, you need to negotiate with something that you don’t care to lose out on yourself.” “Who says I’ll be losing out? I don’t need you to give me an orgasm. I have a plethora of devices for that.” “The old reliable Battery Operated Boyfriend, huh?” “You got it.” “So, B.O.B. can fuck your sweet, tight pussy the way it needs to be fucked? Does it hit the exact spot that drives you crazy? You know…the one that gives you exactly what you need…exactly when you need it…the one that makes that pussy purr.” Holy shit! As if restraining myself wasn’t difficult enough already—his dirty talk made it next to impossible to keep my legs closed. “You never tire of boasting, do you?” I asked. “Just as you never tire of my fucking you.” “Okay. Enough with the excess chatter. Are you in or out?” “As if you had to ask—I’m in, princess, as deep as I can go.” I paused and let Virginia ride out the tingling sensations spurred on by his crude remark. The thought of him hitting the depths of me—going so deep it was like he was part of me, that he belonged there—was driving me mad. His dick was truly gifted—one that had mastered fucking as though it was a rare art form. “Mmm.” I said as I reached around to cover his eyes. “What?” he asked. “You smell so good. I could just eat you up.” “Good, because I want to do the same to you. We can get started right here.” “Aiden,” I warned. “Okay, okay. I’m blindfolded. Now what?” “I’m going to place the ear buds in, and we’re starting our night.”

Chapter Ten Within thirty minutes, we’d pulled up to the front of a sleek twenty-story building that boasted the name Seducente. Our last visit here seemed like a lifetime ago. It had been our first date, so I was just getting to know the man who was destined to sweep me off my feet. I remember feeling extremely nervous —I had no idea what I was stepping into. Although I knew what was behind the doors this time, I was just as nervous tonight, because what I had in mind wouldn’t be easy…not with a man like Aiden Raine. The valet attendant opened my door, and I told him I would take care of Aiden’s. I assisted Aiden out of the car and guided him to the front of the building. Just as last time, two security men were stationed near the double entrance. One of them held the door open as Aiden and I stepped inside. I was rather surprised he was still being so wonderful about everything. He’d made a comment here and there about my coercing him, but other than that, he was eager to go along with tonight’s plan—under my terms, which was the shocking part. As promised, Julie Schneider was waiting at the large desk in the center of the extravagant lounge. “Hello, Ms. Cason,” she said. “Hi, Julie. Everything set?” I asked. She scanned Aiden from head to toe. Even with the blindfold, he was quite disarming, I knew that, but she eyed him for much longer than what would be considered polite. I cleared my throat. “Julie. I asked if everything was ready to go.” “Yes, ma’am. Everything has been staged to your exact specifications.” “Thank you,” I replied and extended my hand to her, but her attention was once again on Aiden. “The key, Julie. I’ll need the key.” “Yes. Of course,” she said, and passed the red piece of plastic to me. “Perhaps if you focus more on your job and less on my companion, I wouldn’t have to prompt you.” I had quickly become irritated with her. “I’m sorry, Ms. Cason,” she replied. She offered a meek smile, clearly embarrassed by her break in decorum. But it served her right—she wasn’t here to ogle the guests. She flipped her light brown waves over her shoulder and stepped from behind the desk. “If you’ll follow me,” she said, her hips sashaying as she escorted us to the elevators. We were going to a different area of the building than that in which Aiden and I had on our previous visit. I was sure Aiden knew where we were, so perhaps the blindfold wasn’t necessary, but I thought it added to the excitement, and it also placed him in the mindset of turning the reins over to me for the night. This would only work as much as he allowed me to take the lead. To be honest, I was worried he wouldn’t really be able to do it.

Moving the red card over the lock, I opened the door and escorted Aiden inside. I looked around and was excited to see how authentic the room looked. After removing my cover-up, and doing a little something to my hair, I pulled a pair of glasses from my purse and put them on. With anxious hands, I removed Aiden’s ear buds. “Okay. We’re here, but before I take off the blindfold, I want to remind you that you’re to do as I say tonight.” He nodded and once I removed the blindfold, his eyes immediately found mine. His brow lifted when he took in my hair and the glasses. After assessing my attire, he focused on my face for a moment longer, smiled and then he surveyed the room. It was staged like a psychiatrist’s office. I was wearing a wrap dress. My hair was in a neat bun and I was wearing the same glasses I’d worn when he’d brought me here. He looked at the desk and smirked when he saw the name plate. “Dr. Cason. Sex Therapist,” he read aloud. “That’s correct, Aiden. It is okay that I call you Aiden, isn’t it?” I asked, falling into character. “Suits me just fine, Doc,” he said. “So why am I here? Do you think I need sex therapy?” He grinned as he wandered further into the room. “I didn’t say that. Why don’t you have a seat over there?” I pointed toward the chaise lounge in the corner. He removed his jacket and loosened his tie, and then walked over in front of the lounge. Once I grabbed the tablet from the desk, I took a seat in the chair beside him. “I’m conducting an experiment, and I was told you’d be an excellent candidate.” “What type of experiment?” he asked, as he sat on the lounge. “Didn’t your company provide you with the specifics?” “No. I’m afraid I’m at a loss,” he said, smiling, amused by the start of our little game. “I facilitate sex seminars, and I’m adding a new discussion module to the presentation, but needed to verify some information prior to listing it on the curriculum.” “What type of information?” he asked. “We’ll actually be addressing a few areas today. The first is response to stimuli.” His eyes narrowed. “I’m not sure I follow.” I placed the tablet on the small table beside me and then stood in front of him. I fumbled with the tie on my wrap dress. “My belt isn’t cooperating. Can you help me out?” “I’d be more than happy to do that,” he said, and leaned forward. I stepped closer to him and observed as he deftly untied the belt and pulled it from my waist. His eyes gleamed brighter as he watched my dress fall open. “Is this part of the experiment?” he asked, his hooded gaze sliding slowly over my body. “That depends. Lie back and let’s see if it had the desired effect.” He repositioned himself in the seat, propping himself on his elbows.

“I’ve been standing here like this for about ten seconds.” I glanced at the bulge straining against his pants. “And it would appear you’re already acutely alert.” Understanding crossed his face as he focused on my breasts, my nipples hardening under the intensity of his emerald gaze. “On a scale of one to ten, how hard is your cock right now?” I looked over the rim of the glasses, awaiting his answer. He reclined in the chair and said, “Since you do this type of thing for a living, I suggest you touch me and judge for yourself. I won’t mind at all. As a matter of fact, I strongly suggest it.” He was so good at this. “You know, I think you’re right. Actually, this would work much better with you naked, so let’s start there.” He sat up and removed his shoes and socks and when he reached for his tie, I said, “I’ll take care of the undressing part. I want to observe as closely as possible—for the sake of the experiment, of course.” “Not a problem.” Aiden stood and I reached for his tie. With the tip of the fabric in one hand, I slowly traced my way upward with the other, the dark silk running through my fingers as I eased it from his collar. I swallowed my growing lump of nerves and stole a glance at him, only to realize I’d made a mistake—the instant my gaze surrendered to his, he pulled me in—and I fell deeper into the dark emeralds that were his eyes. After several quiet seconds, he finally blinked, enabling me to exhale a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. With the exception of our breathing, we were surrounded by silence. I wondered if he could sense my nervousness. This was crazy. It was Aiden—my Aiden—so why was this so unsettling for me? I started unbuttoning his shirt, eager to get an eyeful of the ripped body that awaited me underneath. After the last button, I trailed my hands down his muscular arms, and let the garment fall to the floor. Next item to remove—his pants. Choosing to avoid his eyes this time, my gaze rested on the contours of his chest. I reached for his waist, determined not to look down at what I knew was already fully loaded and ready to consume me. But when I didn’t move at all, he flashed a smile. “Why don’t you let me take care of that?” He stepped out of his pants and his boxers. I closed my eyes, reminding myself we had quite a ways to go, so I had to keep focused. Get it together, Aria. This is your show—not his. Once he reclined in the lounge, I leaned over and moved my palm over his shaft. He was hard, which was obvious without touching him, but I couldn’t help myself. I did, however, resist the urge to run my hand up and down his length. It was so beautiful…so long and so terribly thick. I curtailed my eagerness and took a seat beside him. With my dress still open, I crossed my legs and watched his eyes trace up and down my body. “Aiden, I’m going to ask you a few questions, and I would like for you to reply with the first thing you

think of.” “No problem.” He interlinked his fingers and placed them behind his head. “Shoot.” “When you think of a woman’s breasts, what’s the first thing that comes to mind?” I asked. “Yours.” Fuck, I hadn’t expected that. I looked up from the tablet to see that he was smiling. “Tell me about that,” I said. “They caught my eye almost immediately. My first thought was to rip that bra away, but then I told myself that it would be inappropriate behavior. But I can look and tell you what I think, right?” I nodded. “While I couldn’t be certain, because I’ve not had the opportunity to see for myself, but from where I’m lying, your breasts appear to be in need of a strong pair of hands. I would even go so far as to say they’re begging to be touched…quite possibly licked and definitely bitten.” I gave the appearance of jotting down notes on my tablet, but my mind was on one thing and it wasn’t the damn tablet or my pretend note-taking. “What’s your favorite part of a woman’s body?” I asked. “I don’t have just one,” he replied looking at me, pure seduction in his eyes. “Okay, well, allow me to rephrase. What are your favorite parts of a woman’s body? Before you answer, I would like for you to show me on my body, touching me as you explain.” A sinister smile played around his pink lips, and then he looked up at the ceiling. “Let’s get something straight first.” He turned toward me. “Are you paying me for this session or am I paying you? Because I’d gladly pay for this type of therapy every day.” “From what I’ve heard about you, I’m sure you would.” “And just what have you heard about me?” “I’m not at liberty to say,” I replied. “Now if we can get back to this, I have other clients waiting.” “Very well.” He sat up on the lounge. “This would work better if you were here.” After he stood, I removed my dress— only wearing a bra, panties, a garter, stockings and heels. I then perched on the lounge chair on all fours. I looked over at him standing in front of me. His cock was aimed straight at my mouth. My eyes locked in on the plush head, but I couldn’t—not yet. “Now. Touch me in the places you like most on a woman’s body.” He lightly traced the back of my calf and then trailed his fingertips upward, stopping right below my panties. “Legs. I love the curve of a woman’s legs and the way they project length when in heels, such as they do on you, Dr. Cason.” It was nearly impossible to avoid responding to his touch or to the sound of his voice. Just to be near him was an orgasm waiting to happen. “Okay. Duly noted. What else?” I asked.

“The legs lead to a site I can appreciate for hours in so many, many ways. Your ass,” he said. “It’s round and tight,” he added, as he straddled the couch and palmed my curves. I swallowed and asked, “Just how would you go appreciating my ass?” He slid my panties into the seam of my butt and spread my cheeks apart. “Sometimes simply by touching…like this,” he said. Oh shit. My insides were throbbing. Virginia was finished with this game. Everything was torture. He moved his finger down the seam of my behind and it took everything in me to keep still. If I stood even a slight chance of getting through this, I needed to move him along. “What’s next on your list?” I asked. “You didn’t let me finish. A kiss is always enjoyable. Whether it be here,” he said and kissed one cheek and then the other. “Or here.” He spread me open and licked the snug tissue between my cheeks and then kissed it. He then reached down between my legs and rubbed his finger back and forth over my pussy. I stifled a moan. “And next?” His palms moved up my hips. “The waist,” he said. “And why is that?” “It’s central to a rough and thorough fucking. My hands wrapped tightly around a woman’s waist— digging into her skin as I fuck her—pulling that delightful ass back toward me as I ram my cock inside her….hard…and so deep…as if her pussy was bottomless.” Holy shit! I’m not going to make it through this. His dick was on my ass, poking and prodding as he motioned me back toward him. “Anything else?’ I asked. “I know I mentioned this before, but I forgot one detail about your breasts. Can you lie on your back, please?” He stepped back, and I turned and reclined on the lounge seat. “I’d love nothing better than to slide my cock between those beautiful tits, Dr. Cason.” Aiden hovered over me, moving closer to my chest and sliding a finger beneath the center of my bra. “I’d start out slow like this.” He moved his finger back and forth underneath the fabric. Before I could object, he’d unclasped my bra and slid his cock between my boobs. “Then I’d pick up the pace,” he said, as he started moving, the head of his dick abusing my chin. “I’d grab your tits and wrap them around my dick…thrusting harder…moving faster, until I came and then—” “I think I get the picture,” I said abruptly. “We can stop now.” He held his position, stared into my eyes, and then lowered his gaze to his cock resting on my chest. I grabbed his wrists and moved his hands. “I’ll need to get back to my chair.” I was so hot for him that if I didn’t do something to redirect our game, it would be over before it had really started. He still didn’t move. After a while, he closed his eyes and let out a sigh, finally allowing me to return to my seat. I touched my finger to the chin his cock had so viciously assaulted and found it wet with his

sticky sweetness. With my back still to him, I slid my finger into my mouth—I simply couldn’t resist. Oh, God! He tastes so good! I took a deep breath and then swallowed the desire to ask him for more. I should not have let him go so far. I needed to set the pace, not him. After tossing my bra aside and sliding back into my dress, I sat in the chair and started the next phase. “When it comes to sex, is there anything you aren’t willing to try?” “Why?” he asked. “Is there something new on the table?” He was frustrated, and it wouldn’t be long before his patience got the better of him. “Please answer the question, Mr. Raine.” “I can’t think of anything right off hand.” “I’m glad you said that, because there’s a second part to your session today.” “Which is?” “From what I’ve gathered, you’re accustomed to having things your way—you prefer a certain level of control…do you not?” “One could say that. But can’t the same be said of anyone?” he asked. “Yes, I suppose,” I replied. “But we’re here to discuss you, so let’s keep our focus on that.” “Let’s.” “Do you struggle with relinquishing control?” I asked. “Possibly,” he replied, a wary edge to his voice. “Hmm. I see.” “Just what is it do you think you see, Dr. Cason?” “You know, Aiden. Sometimes if you allow yourself to release that control, even just a little bit, you can find pleasure. So I’d like to try that with you. Do you think you could let go of your preconceived notions and let me take the lead?” His green gaze narrowed as he considered my question. “I can try.” “Good. How about you lie back for me? I want to sit on your face.” “Shit…finally. Something I can work with.” He lay back on the couch and stroked his cock, his eyes fixed on me. “Wait just a minute. There are a few rules that I need to stipulate beforehand.” “Rules?” His brows lifted, and he chucked as he shook his head. ”I don’t—” I tossed him a look and he stopped mid-sentence. He’d been very good so far, but that pesky dominant side was clawing to come out. “As I was about to say…there are two rules. Rule number one—you give and I receive. You are only to remain there and let me ride that beautiful mouth of yours. And rule number two—although I’m sure you’ll be tempted to do so, you cannot touch me, not unless I give you permission to do so. That’s it— those are the rules. Simple enough, right?” “If you say so,” he said, scowling.

I knew he didn’t like this, but I had to prepare him for the main event. I was hoping this part would help the transition, that his disdain for my having control would soon be less of an issue. Under the darkening of his gaze, I slowly removed my heels, my stockings, my garter and lastly my panties. Aiden’s eyes moved over my nakedness, pausing at the space between my thighs. I knew he wanted to grab me and fuck the hell out of me, but he didn’t move, he simply watched—the hunger of his gaze touching my skin, sliding down my body and exploding in my core. I loved having his eyes on me. It was the very hottest of eye fucks. It made my sex clench and it made me wet…so incredibly wet. I was completely naked, standing over him in silent admiration as his hand moved up and down his impressive length. There was the slightest of moisture at the tip—all I could think was pineapple and how much I would love another taste. When the clear liquid spilled down the side of his cock, I had to choke back the urge to dive on it. “Take your hand off of your dick.” He looked up at me, his green eyes filled with defiance, as he struggled with my request. When he finally moved his hand, I placed my foot on the side of the lounge. “If you need somewhere to place your fingers, I have just the thing.” I spread my lips for him. “Do you like how pretty and pink it is?” “Indeed I do, Dr. Cason.” “Touch it.” He moved his middle finger down the wet slit and then back up again. “I think a pussy like mine needs a little bit more than that. I suggest at least two fingers.” His gaze was hot on my face as he eased into my wet center, twirling his fingers and then repeatedly pushing up into me. I could have easily come undone right there. My eyes were fixed on his. “Now taste of it,” I said. He pulled his fingers out of me and traced them over his lips before sliding them inside his mouth. The hunger of his gaze drifted from my face to my pussy as he licked the taste of me from his fingers. “Is that not enough?” I asked. “Do you want more?” “Yes.” “Then ask me.” “Can I have more of your sweet, sweet pussy Dr. Cason?” I removed my foot from the chaise and slid my palm slowly down my abdomen until I’d reached the apex of my thighs. With my index and middle finger, I flicked my clit as he watched. I looked at his hands, and they were clenched into fists. A growl rumbled in his chest. “Don’t tease me.” “I’m not teasing you.” I slid a finger inside my pussy and then pulled it out, and repeated his act of tracing my essence over his lips. “It’s all in the name of science. Therefore, I’m only doing what the experiment requires.” I inched closer. With one knee on the lounge, I straddled him and lightly grazed my sex across his delightfully sinful mouth. A low moan escaped him as I sank down, and smothered his

beautiful face. My resolve to retain control weakened when his tongue slid between my swollen lips. “Oh,” I breathed. “Oh, that feels so good.” I moaned as I rotated my pussy on his tongue, my hips gyrating slowly as I pressed down on his mouth. Too worked up to hold in what was screaming to be unleashed, I was coming within only a couple of minutes, coating his lips with my sweet release. I wanted him inside me so bad that it hurt, but I had to wait. I had to save that part for later. “Well, look at that,” I said. “My come is all over those sexy lips.” “Why don’t you lick it off?” he challenged. “I’d like nothing better, but I’m not allowed to kiss you.” “I didn’t say kiss. I said lick. Or is that also not allowed?” “How about you lick it off for me while I go grab something for the next phase of this experiment? I’ll be right back,” I said. I went to another room and came back with leather cuffs in my hand. “I’ll need to secure you in these.” His brow arched. “You expect me to let you restrain me?” I looked down into his piercing green eyes and pulled in a nervous breath. “Yes,” I replied, knowing full well he wouldn’t like this in the least. He shook his head and coolly said, “No. I’m not doing that.” “But you promised.” His eyes bulged. “When? This is not something I would ever promise to do, Aria.” “And now, you’re breaking character? Just great! Why are you ruining this for me? When you requested I dress like some streetwalker, I did it. Yeah, I was a little hesitant, but still. And when you asked me to blindly trust you, at a sex club of all places…tie me up, gag me and fuck me in the ass, when I had never had anal—did I back out on you? No! Did I once break character, even though I was freaking the fuck out? No! And I should have, because I was scared shitless!” He looked almost remorseful, but I knew he wouldn’t budge. “I had a reward for you at the end— something I knew you’d love. I guess you could say it’s an early birthday gift. I knew this would be difficult for you, so I wanted to give something back to you…to help balance out what you’d be relinquishing to me—but you’ve gone and ruined everything.” “I’ll do it,” he said, in a rush. “That’s okay. I don’t want to anymore. You’ve spoiled the mood.” I grabbed my dress and was about to slip back into it. He walked over to me. “Don’t do that,” he said, and pulled at my dress. “Now, you’re making me feel guilty.” “You should. Let go,” I said, yanking my dress. “You don’t really want to do it, so let’s just go.” He rubbed his hand over his chin as if he were considering my request. I was hopeful, but not at all sure he would say yes.

“So what does it involve?” I grinned and dropped the dress, but he held up his palm, stopping me in my tracks. “I’m not agreeing. I’m asking what this entails…nothing more.” “No. I’m not going to tell you that. That defeats the purpose. Either you’re in or you’re out. And for your sake, you’d better be in. I mean it, Aiden.” “Dammit, Aria. Fine. I’ll go along with this but I’m warning you—” “No, you’re not warning me. I’m warning you. You owe me this, and if you bar me from collecting, we’re going to have a problem.” “I must really love the hell out of you, woman.” He shook his head at me. “Okay, so follow me and let’s get you in place, Mr. Raine,” I said, getting back into character. I started toward the room I’d slipped off to a few minutes before. Within a few seconds, I heard him following me. I slowed my steps to let him catch up and then led him to a room that was staged like a bondage dungeon. There was a spanking bench in the far right corner, a cage on the opposite side, suspension frames hanging from the ceiling and countless other contraptions were spread throughout the room. In the very center was a large bed draped with a canopy and dark red curtains. It had a vast iron headboard with large intricate swirls and patterns. The footboard was the same, but it was slightly smaller. “The cuffs are used to strap your arms and legs to the bed.” I didn’t want him to think I’d even considered using anything other than the bed, because he would have definitely called the whole thing off. Aiden stepped beside me, and I looked up at him to assess his reaction. He scanned the room, a frown on his handsome face as he took it all in. I didn’t say anything more, because I knew we’d start the debate all over again. After a while, I held out my hand to him, but he didn’t budge. Seconds later, he looked down at me with an angry glare in his beautiful eyes. I returned his heated gaze with one of my own. A few moments later, he finally placed his palm in mine, and then I led him to the bed. “What exactly do you expect to happen here?” he asked. “We’re only using the bed. I promise,” I said, refusing to tell him anything more. He stared at the bed, and then he looked at me. “I know this may be somewhat unorthodox,” I said. “You think?” His agitation with me and my faux experiment was no less than I expected, but I was starting to lose my patience with him. I didn’t respond to his insolence—instead I fell back into my role. “As I was saying, it’s a bit unorthodox, but I can assure you, you’ll be handsomely rewarded should you complete all phases of this exercise.” He crossed his arms over his chest and scowled at me. “Hell, I’d better be.” I tossed him a warning look and he sighed. “I’d like to put these on you now, if that’s okay,” I said, lifting the cuffs.

He uncrossed his arms and then stretched them in front of me. I fastened a cuff around his right wrist and then the left. “I must say, I’m a little disappointed. From all of the research I’d gathered, I’d thought you’d be more willing to experiment. Your need to maintain control is a bit disconcerting. I’ll be sure to take note of that, Mr. Raine.” “See that you do…Dr. Cason,” he replied, as I motioned him toward the bed. He didn’t move, so I grabbed his hand and coaxed him to follow me. “Can you get in the bed, please?” He sat on the bed and moved to the center. I grasped his wrist and moved it slightly above his head. “You may be more comfortable if you lie back,” I said. I waited for him to recline, and once his head was on the pillow, I secured each wrist with strong metal snaps that fit into the openings of the headboard. He wouldn’t look at me. He stared at the ceiling. He was pissed, but I wouldn’t let his attitude deter me. After having firmly secured his ankles to the footboard, I looked at him and said, “I’ll be right back.” I left the room and later returned wearing an ultra-short rhinestone dominatrix corset dress with a matching choker. My hair was loose, falling around my shoulders, and to complete the look, I was wearing black leather seven-inch stiletto lace-up boots with spiked studding. I took in Aiden’s anxious expression as he lay powerless and shackled to the bed. His eyes moved over my body in a crazed rush. When his gaze fell upon the leather whip in my hand, he struggled to sit up in the bed, but the restraints didn’t give. “Shit!” he said, as I started walking toward him.

Chapter Eleven “Fuck no, Aria! Take these off.” Aiden yanked his cuffed wrists to no avail. Even with his considerable strength, there was no way in hell he’d break free of the restraints. I started toward the bed, the sound of my heels ringing across the room. “I will not release you until I’m done. And it’s really in your best interest to stop resisting.” “Aria, I’m not bullshitting. We’re not doing this!” “Oh, but we are. I’ve had it up to here with your mouth and if you continue to disrupt this process, you just may find yourself gagged,” I warned and flicked the whip. It sounded with a sharp crack, and he jerked at the restraints again. There was something so sexy and appealing about seeing this dominant man totally at my mercy. I could do anything and everything I wanted and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it. I climbed in the bed, grabbing one of the thick curtains to balance myself. I stood over his body, placing my foot on his chest as I peered down at him. “You’re not going anywhere. Not until I’m done.” I didn’t know what had come over me, but I felt a rush of power I had been long missing. And it surged through me like a mind-altering drug. It was dark and sinful and I was basking in it. Just barely touching him, I eased my boot down the center of his body. Stopping right above his special place, I applied the slightest of pressure, just enough to let him know I was dead serious about my intentions. “The more you resist, the less you’ll enjoy this. So relax and let me make you feel good.” “I don’t know how the hell you expected this to play out, but you’re treading on thin ice. Take these off…now!” “Am I supposed to be afraid because you raised your voice? Because I’m not. So I suggest a little less with the barking of orders and a lot more listening, because you’re going to do exactly as I say…and you’re going to like it.” He stared at me with absolute upset. I knew I had to find a way to make him at least open his mind to this if either of us were to get what I’d planned. “Aiden, please don’t be this way. I promised nothing too extreme, didn’t I? Trust me.” I pleaded. Fuck, I’ve broken character. The intensity of his glare faltered. I hoped his softened expression meant he was considering my plea. “Does this experiment involve drugs? Because I’m gonna need something to get through this shit,” he said. “As a matter of fact, I have a little something that may enhance our time together.” I stepped off the bed and went to a table in the corner and returned with a ball gag. It resembled a pacifier and there was a hole in the tip that would pull in alcohol from the bag that was attached. He had to bite into it and suck in order for the tequila to be released.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Aria?” “Who is Aria? My name is Dr. Cason, and I fully expect you to address me as such unless you want to be punished,” I said, holding up a pair of nipple clamps. His green eyes widened. “Who are you?” he asked, searching my face, his brows furrowing in confusion. See how it feels when the shoe is on the other foot, babe. I had wondered the same thing about him when he’d brought me to this sex club. “I’m the person who wants to take you to the dark side.” His furious green irises moved over my body, his gaze resting on the whip that was at my waist. “And don’t worry about this,” I said, holding up the whip. “I have no intention of using it. But it does give this getup that little something extra, don’t you think?” I winked at him. His murderous glare persisted—he didn’t find my little joke funny in the least. “I sense your resistance, so we can skip strapping this to your head, but if you want something to take the edge off, I suggest you use it.” If looks could kill, I would have dropped to my death right then and there. When Aiden didn’t respond to my offer, I placed the ball gag in my mouth and sucked, the alcohol burning as it went down. I extended it again to him and this time he nodded. I placed the ball between his lips, and he pulled a vicious amount of tequila into his mouth. When I motioned to pull it away, he bit down, cueing me to leave it exactly where it was. Satisfied that Aiden would soon be a much mellow version of himself, I stepped over to a tall, wooden chest and grabbed a feather tickler. “Since you’re still hesitant, perhaps another exercise will lower your anxiety,” I said and moved the feathers over his chest, down his abdomen and toward his cock. “Close your eyes. Relax.” He held my gaze for a measure before finally closing his beautiful, angry eyes. “Now, slow your breathing.” I watched the rapid rise and fall of his chest. It took a while, but his breathing gradually evened out. “Breathe deeply, gently and fully. Pay attention to the air passing in and out of your lungs—see how it slows your thinking.” I was relieved when the muscles along the length of his body started to relax. “That’s very good, Aiden. Now, sense the life in your body and feel the air on your skin.” I moved the tickler down his long, muscular legs, appreciating the glorious view of this beautiful man. “Become totally immersed in this moment.” I walked over to the speaker system and pressed the yellow button in the console’s center and the music started. It was ominous and erotic—a perfect complement to this room. I picked up a blindfold and walked back to the bed. “I want to cover your eyes. Not to take anything away, but to add to it. So don’t panic.” I slid the black material over his head and to my surprise, he didn’t resist. Maybe the tequila was finally doing its thing. I watched as he swallowed another mouthful. “Savor every drop and really taste.”

Brushing my fingers lightly over his arms, I sensed hairs, not skin. “Feel our connection, the heat, even without touching,” I said. “Become aware of how your skin feels. Be conscious of every touch. See the effect on your muscles. Sense your surroundings fully. Become aware of your entire body and feel with every cell. Now, with no thought, see how it heightens this experience?” I didn’t expect him to reply, but at least he didn’t show any signs of objecting. “I want to start by giving you all the pleasure.” I went to the chest again and returned with an inclined pillow. I crawled to the center of the bed and slid my palms down his legs. “Can you lift for me? I need to place a pillow beneath you.” Once he was situated, I settled comfortably between his thighs. I focused my full attention on his man jewels, flicking my tongue over them and then taking each one into my mouth. Maybe it was the lustful beats pulsing through the room that drew me deeper into this scenario. No. It wasn’t the music—it was him. Something about him made me want to be dirty, dirtier than I’d ever been, dirtier than I’d ever imagined. I wanted to do everything to him, and in turn, I was willing to let him do everything to me. My fingers curved around his cock, stroking him…coaxing a release. Desperate for a pineappleflavored reward and unable to resist the taste of his skin, I moved my lips over the wide crown and then greedily licked up and down the length of his penis. Aiden groaned and his body jerked, the cuffs at his wrists clanging against the iron of the headboard. I knew he wanted to grasp my head and guide me to take him all in, but he couldn’t. He was forced to lie beneath me and receive it however I wanted him to have it. My hand trailed down to his balls, scratching them lightly with my fingernails as I slid his cock between my lips, gradually swallowing him, and then gasping for air as I popped him out of my mouth. I sucked him again, easing to the root, and again releasing him with a gasp. With my mouth on the head, I wrapped both hands around his dick, one hand stacked over the other, stroking him, moving up and down rhythmically while twisting my hands in opposite directions. “Shit. Don’t stop,” he grunted. My tongue traced the thick vein of his cock to the delicate skin below his sack. He hissed as I softly fondled his jewels between my fingers, lightly squeezing, and then gently nibbling while I stroked his shaft. His groans of pleasure urged me to continue, until I casually ran a finger over his asshole—and he immediately tensed. His groans all but stopped and his legs strained against the hold of the shackles. “Please. Please, let me do this,” I begged. I pulled his cock into my mouth, jerking him with my hand as I toyed with the head and then I went back to his balls, licking over them and then moving my tongue down further over the sensitive area just above his anus. Aiden remained tense. “Relax. Let me make you feel good, baby.” He still didn’t move. “Please. Let me give you this. I promise—nothing harsh. Trust me.” A few seconds passed, and he finally gave in to my urging. Before he started to show any further

signs of resistance, I quickly slid my arms under his backside and wrapped my hands over his thighs. Moving closer to him, I slid my tongue slowly between his cheeks. When his breath caught, I stopped and gently kissed his forbidden area and then licked him a second time. I applied the slightest compression with my tongue, and a deep moan resonated from his chest. He was finally letting go and I wanted to take full advantage of it. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. I released one of his thighs and reached up to grab his cock, stroking it as my tongue explored, making a new discovery, opening a new door of pleasure for us both. His dick further hardened beneath my touch and after three more strokes of my hand, Aiden cursed, his body shuddering as he came hard. His arms jerked wildly, pulling at the restraints as his body arched. He had nothing to hold onto, nothing to ground him as his body fell prey to my hunger. He totally surrendered to the new intimacy of this moment. I watched with shameless pleasure as thick semen spilled endlessly onto the tight skin of his abdomen. When the last of him fell to his stomach, I pulled myself to my knees and hovered over him while I licked every drop of the sweet, creamy essence from his body. Once I’d had my fill, I straddled him and crawled up his long, bound frame. I grasped his face and placed my lips on his. When his mouth opened to me, I shoved my tongue inside, sharing with him the taste of pineapple I’d come to love. I sucked his tongue, pulling it into my mouth and then finally releasing it. I kissed the side of his lips and then slid my tongue across the stubble of his jaw. Once I was at his ear, I asked, “Do you want to eat my pussy?” “Fuck yes,” he growled. “Mmm. Do you want me to come in your mouth?” “Hell yes. I want every bit of you.” The hunger and desperation in his voice pulsed between my thighs. I grabbed his earlobe between my teeth, and gently tugged. “I’m so hot for you. I’ve broken the kiss rule. I hope that’s okay.” “Aria—” “I’m not Aria. I’m Dr. Cason. And Dr. Cason wants to slide her tongue into that nice, tight ass of yours. Would you like that?” I purred, softly in his ear. He paused for a beat and then said, “Yes.” “Did you enjoy it? Did you like how my tongue felt?” “Yes.” Fuck. This was making me so hot. “Then tell me to do it again.” “Lick it,” he murmured. “Do it again.” “Mmm.” I was so turned on—even more so by the darkness his words implied. I rotated my body and then I inched back to his face and covered his mouth with the object of his desire. I leaned forward and took his thickness into my mouth just as his tongue speared my flesh. And like earlier, I was weakened by the skillfulness of his tongue and was soon coming in his mouth. I pressed my sex over his lips,

smothering his face as he licked deeply inside me. “Ah…yes, Aiden,” I moaned. “That feels so good, baby.” I lifted myself from his mouth, my sex still throbbing as I repositioned myself on my knees between his opened legs and flicked my tongue over the sensitive skin beneath his balls. Aiden’s sharp hiss was an affirmation that my gentle probes had the desired effect. My tongue then lightly nudged the taut muscle… preparing him for what was next. I wanted to go deeper. I moaned and kissed his inner thigh, as I eased my finger over the tight tissue of his anus. As my other hand moved up his body, my tongue darted in and out of my mouth, pushing into him in slow, sweet repetition, pleasuring him in ways he’d never before experienced. I pulled his cock into my mouth just as I eased the tip of my pinky finger into the area that was new to us both. His muscles clenched as he again wrestled with the restraints, but after only a few tender pushes, his dick hardened, so I eased my finger in a little further, stroking gently inside him, and caressing that tender spot that took him over the edge. His huge cock throbbed in my hand as he hardened further still— he was going to come. I removed my finger and rushed to straddle his torso, sliding his pulsing erection into my aching cleft. I wanted to feel him erupt inside me. I held him in place and sank down to the base of his dick, and started rolling my hips. Aiden was without any means to control my movement or my pace so he thrust upward in time with my plunges, his head pressed into the pillow, his arms outstretched, as we connected with each fierce grunt. He groaned over and over as his dick penetrated the depths of me. “Ah. Shit. Your pussy is so fucking good.” The low, primal growls resonating from his chest summoned something deep within me. I lost control, riding him harder and faster, rolling my body over his with each downward plunge. And then I felt it—his cock hardening into steel as it jerked within the tight walls of my pussy. Aiden growled like a wild beast, shaking violently and pulling at the restraints as he exploded inside me. The sensations rose to a climax and then came splashing down, rolling through me as my body shook, my nails digging into him as I came, too, screaming his name and then collapsing on top of him. I placed sweet kisses along his chest until my breathing calmed, and then I reached up to remove the blindfold. As soon as his eyes found mine, he said, “Kiss me.” And I did…deeply and completely submerged in the only man who could ever make me feel, could ever make me love so very deeply. I severed our kiss with one final peck and then I slid out the bed to remove his binding—first his ankles and then his wrists. I was alarmed by the welts when I removed the cuffs. I looked up at him as I brought his hand to my mouth and kissed the marks on each wrist and then asked him to follow me. “There’s another area that requires a small amount of research,” I said. I led him to the opposite side of the room to a red door. I opened it and we stepped inside. In the center of the room, hanging from the ceiling, was a sex swing. I turned to observe Aiden’s reaction.

He peered down at me and I explained, “This is the part I mentioned earlier. This is for you. For you to do to me whatever you want, however you want it. It’s your turn to take back the control.” And that he did. As powerful and exhilarated as I felt with him shackled beneath me, it was nothing compared to this—to my total submission to him. I didn’t know until now, until he had secured me in the swing and started his merciless pounding—how much I needed to surrender to his control. Tonight had been difficult for him, because that wasn’t him. This…this was him. This was Aiden being Aiden. Seizing me, owning me and bending me to his will, while still giving me what I needed and fucking me like it was his only mission in life.

Chapter Twelve Aiden and I stepped away from the obscurity of the building which had afforded us hours of exploration and indulgence. We stood outside awaiting the valet, and I couldn’t help but compare my feelings to those I’d had after my first visit to Seducente. They were nearly the same, but they were also vastly different. Once the valet delivered the car, we headed home, leaving the secrets of our night confined within the building that had come to represent something I never expected. We were both quiet as the high we’d been riding all evening started to fade—another similarity to our last trip to Seducente. We’d once again shared a new experience that left us both deep in thought. And, truth be told, now that we’d stepped away from the shroud of that sexually charged atmosphere, I didn’t know what to say. I felt his eyes on me but when I glanced at him, he quickly turned away. Shit. Did I mess up? Did I go too far? We approached a traffic light and once we came to a complete stop, Aiden flipped on some music. He was still quiet, looking straight ahead. This felt awkward. Why wouldn’t he say anything? The entire ride home was absent of conversation—the only words were those coming from the car speakers. I felt I should say something, but I couldn’t get a read on his thoughts, so to avoid saying the wrong thing, I said nothing at all. It was pretty late when we pulled into the garage. I was sure Lyric was asleep. Although he had a nursery at Dianna’s, she typically stayed at our house with him. I checked my phone and didn’t have any messages, so all was well in that regard, but what about Aiden? He had yet to say anything. Aiden started upstairs, and since I didn’t know what else to do, I followed him. Once we were in the bedroom, I sat on the edge of the bed, watching and waiting for the quiet to end, but not a word was spoken. Only more silence. Aiden removed his jacket and placed it over the back of the chair and then started unbuttoning his shirt as he disappeared into the bathroom. I didn’t understand what was happening. I started after him, and he was walking out just as I was entering. We stared at each other for a brief moment, and just as I was about to ask him what was wrong, he tugged me toward him and sweetly kissed me. Then he grasped my hand and led me into the bathroom. The lights were dimmed and the tub was filling with water and bubbles. He started undressing me and when I was finally naked, he looked into my eyes, the dark green of his irises holding the light amber of mine. After a short measure, his eyes fell to the dark tresses on my shoulders. He went to the counter, grabbed a scrunchie, piled my hair atop my head and then guided me to the tub. I stepped in and sat back, looking at him as he finished undressing and then he stepped in behind me. I moved forward so that he

could get comfortable, and then he kissed my neck and pulled me back to his chest. I sighed happily and rested in his embrace. A nice relaxing bath—another likeness to our first visit to Seducente. But why the silence? I couldn’t figure out that part, but that was fine for now—at least he wasn’t upset with me. I could deal with the quiet until he was ready to talk. After endless moments of contented silence, he reached for the body wash and started to bathe me. When he finished, he passed the sponge to me—it was my turn to bathe him. It was all so terribly intimate. Once we were both dry, he pulled me into his arms and carried me to the bedroom. After pulling back the covers, he placed me in the bed and then slid in behind my naked body. He pulled me to his chest and held me tight against him. “I love you,” he whispered. I smiled to myself, happy that he’d finally broken his silence. “I love you, too.” And with that, I drifted off to sleep.

* * * * * The following afternoon, I wandered into Aiden’s office in search of his signature stationary. I was seated at his desk about to grab a pen but stopped when I saw the framed picture. It was one from my blog of me during the last month of my pregnancy. Of all the pictures he could have of me, that was the one he’d chosen for his desk. Beside that picture was another one of our family—the three of us from last Christmas. I picked it up and traced my fingers across the images. My family—I had a family. After placing the frame back in its proper place, I pulled out a piece of paper and started my note. Mr. Raine, Thank you for your participation. Although we had a rocky start, your contribution was every bit as rewarding as I was told it would be. My office will be sending out results of the experiment once we’ve had a chance to conduct similar studies with my other clients. Sincerely, Aria Cason, M.D. I grabbed an envelope and printed his name on the front and then left the note on his desk. Later, in my home office, I was busy rearranging some of the books on one of the shelves when I heard Aiden step into the room. I looked toward the door and saw that he was holding the note I’d written. “You know you’ve spoiled me now,” he said and walked over to me. “And FYI, the only client you’ll ever have in this capacity,” he said as he waved the note, “is me. Do you understand?”

“You’re the only client I want.” “Good,” he said. He smacked my ass and then pulled me into his arms, his mouth crushing down onto mine. My dominant, sexy and controlling fiancé was back. Aiden had the sophistication and charm that would bring any woman to her knees. He was an intellectual man of great wealth and power, and he possessed a distinguished air that inspired respect—he was one of society’s elite. You’d never know that just a few hours ago, he was shackled to an iron bed in a sex club, and that my tongue had been in his most intimate of places and, most of all, that he’d enjoyed it.

Chapter Thirteen MR. & MRS. CONNOR RAINE REQUEST THE HONOR OF YOUR PRESENCE TO WITNESS THE JOINING OF

Aiden Wyatt Raine and Aria Gabrielle Cason SATURDAY, THE ELEVENTH OF JUNE TWO THOUSAND AND SIXTEEN AT FIVE O’CLOCK IN THE AFTERNOON CALLE TIEPOLO 1364, 30125 VENEZIA, ITALY

~ ~ ~ Reception to Follow

* * * * * The time was drawing near. We’d be leaving for Italy next week and I was a nervous wreck. I had another dress fitting tomorrow and firm instructions to not lose or gain weight. I was more worried about the former because my appetite was decreasing with each passing day. Aiden was the exact opposite. It was smooth sailing with him. He’d been joking, laughing, eating like a horse and fucking the hell out of me every chance he had. Not that I was complaining, because sex with him was never far from my mind.

* * * * * It was twilight. I was standing in front of Aiden—his arms wrapped around my waist as he nuzzled my neck and pulled me closer. I marveled at the breathtaking hues of the Italian sky, the clouds having

caught the last red-orange rays of the setting sun—a beautiful backdrop to the striking architectural designs that zigzagged the skyline. When Aiden pointed out the palace in which we’d be married, I rested my head on his chest and basked in the surreal moment. He was so happy, but I knew he was worried about me. I was just as happy as he was, but I was drained. I’d been coping with varying emotions for the past several weeks, and it had gotten the better of me. I’d even wasted energy trying to convince myself of one thing, when I knew I felt something else. I loved Aiden…desperately…and I didn’t regret my decision to be his wife, but dealing with Sienna had driven me mad. Preparing for a wedding of this caliber, adapting to life as a mother, and missing my own mom, was a lot to handle for someone like me. And the news of my father—that he was alive—I was still struggling with that. I wanted to see him. I wanted him to meet Lyric. I wanted to hug him and cry for all the years I’d resented him, for the years we’d all suffered. The family and I arrived in Venice during the early afternoon and enjoyed the comforts of the villa we’d rented. There was an unending stream of energy flowing amongst the Raine clan. Sienna was beaming with happiness and Connor was…well, I wasn’t quite sure what Connor’s angle was. He and Aiden seemed to have removed the layer of angst between them, but I’d observed them both enough to know it wasn’t genuine. They were both biding time, but for what? I continued to watch them—they were smiling and laughing like a normal family. You would’ve never known they had such deep-ridden issues. Perhaps this wedding—my addition to the family—had changed some things. That’s what Sienna had said. Was that true, or just wishful thinking on her part? Maybe she was right, and maybe, just maybe, Aiden had thought better of his plan, whatever it was. He wouldn’t really destroy the company his dad worked nearly a lifetime to build, would he? Did he have the heart to do something like that? If I were posing that question to the Aiden Raine I’d be marrying tomorrow, I’d have to say no. But if it was the other Aiden Raine, the cunning and sometimes ruthless CEO, the answer would be a resounding yes. After the fight about Nadia, Aiden had flipped back into the man who’d written the Christmas letter to me. The secret phone conversations had all but stopped, although there was the occasional call he’d take in private—I’d convinced myself they were just routine business things he didn’t want to filter over into our personal lives. He wasn’t at the office for hours on end anymore, and he was home every day before I was. Just like that, he’d changed, but it didn’t seem right. Something was still off. I’d seen Nicholas, Aiden and Sloan huddled together on more than one occasion and since my last blowup with Aiden about R.I., he refused to discuss even the smallest detail with me, and if I were to ask either of them about it now, they would all feign ignorance. I had to stop worrying and trust that Aiden would keep his promise—to do what was best for our family. But what I considered best and what he considered best were likely two different scenarios entirely, so a part of me knew I needed to brace myself for what was coming.

Aiden had stepped away from his family to check on Lyric. I followed him and stopped near the door of the bedroom and watched them as they played and laughed. Aiden was one-hundred percent devoted to his son. I still couldn’t believe how wrong I’d been about his acceptance of our child. His relationship with Lyric reminded me a lot of the one I’d once had with my dad. As of late, I’d found myself watching Aiden and Lyric one moment, and crying the next. Before Aiden came into my life, I was practically absent of any real emotions. But now I have all of these feelings I’ve never had before and while I hate them sometimes, there’d been so much happiness. I didn’t think I could go back to how it was back then, but for now, I needed to tap into that former Aria in order to get a handle on my emotions. I knew that would be a challenge with so many things happening all at once. I’d barely had time to adjust to one new facet of my life before something else popped up. Would the madness ever end?

* * * * * Everyone started to scatter as we prepared for the evening’s festivities. Aiden was with Emilie and the groomsmen, Lyric was with Dianna, and I’d stepped outside for a breath of fresh air, sighing happily in the spring breeze and enjoying the tranquility of the late afternoon sun. I took a seat near the pool and started to relax when I heard someone clearing their throat. I opened my eyes and nearly jumped from my seat. Seconds ticked by as I stared on in shocked silence, my gaze focused on the dark brown eyes of the man with whom I once thought I’d share my future. “Oh my God! Kellan.” “Hello, beautiful,” he said. I leaped into his arms. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “Isn’t it obvious? Thank your soon-to-be husband.” No way! Aiden couldn’t have pulled this off. “Aiden did this? You’ve got to be kidding!” “I don’t think I could ever kid around about that guy.” “Oh you! Have a seat.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the chair beside mine. “It’s so good to see you. I’ve missed you so much.” He glanced at my engagement ring and lifted my hand. “I can tell,” he said sarcastically. “Oh, stop it.” “I’m only kidding,” he said, flashing a smile. “I’ve missed you, too.” “Gosh, I wish you’d arrived a little earlier—you just missed Lyric. He’s with the nanny. I can call her back.” Kellan’s eyes lit up. “I can’t wait to see him.” “Oh wait. It’s close to his nap time, so Dianna is probably putting him down, but as soon as he’s awake, okay?”

“I’d like that.” “I’m just so happy to see you,” I said. “Me, too. You look great.” He stared at me for several seconds. “So.” “What?” I asked. “You’re marrying him, huh?” “Yes. I guess I am,” I replied. “He’s an ass. You know that, right?” “Stop it—don’t be mean. He’s not allowed to speak ill of you, and you will not do it to him. I mean it.” “Sure, okay,” he replied, grinning. “All kidding aside, I’m really happy for you, Aria. You look very happy. And if it’s because of him…it’s because of him.” “Thanks, Kellan. And he’s really not that bad.” He chuckled. “I’ll have to take your word for it.” “He did this,” I said, motioning the two of us. “Something I can’t really understand. So you’ve got to give him a little credit, right?” “Well, he managed to get you. So I’ll give him credit for that. And he did something I would have never thought he could. He put his feelings about me aside to make you happy.” Yes. He did. Aiden loved me that much—enough to do something that would bring so many painful memories to the surface for him. “So when did you get here?” I asked. “Last night.” “And why am I just seeing you?” “Jet lag. I crashed almost as soon as I arrived.” He shook his head and grinned. “What’s with the goofy smile?” I asked. “Nothing.” “Tell me.” He studied my face. “I met someone.” “But I thought you were with—” “That didn’t work out.” “Okay. So tell me all about her.” “I will. But later. Let’s talk about you and Lyric. What’s he been doing since the last video you sent?” “He’s amazing! You know…I still can’t believe he’s mine. He has another tooth coming in, so watch out because he will bite and it hurts,” I said, laughing. “Oh, and he’s walking now. Well, not really—he’s starting to take a few steps, but he doesn’t try very often because he falls and then he bursts into tears, so most times, he crawls around like a baby on a mission. He loves music already, so I’m thinking he’ll be musical like his daddy. It seems as if the time is going by too fast. He does something new every day and I’m afraid if I don’t watch him 24/7, I’ll miss something. I’m still posting about him on the blog, which, by

the way, is live now.” Kellan’s phone pinged—he checked his text and there was that grin again. “What?” I asked. “It’s the person I was telling you about. She wants to meet for drinks later.” “Wait. She’s here?” “Yup.” “She came with you?” I asked. “No, I met her as soon as I landed.” “You must really like her, because you’re smiling like a big goofy teenager.” “I do. It’s like we said hello and something went off in the background. It’s odd. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything like that before.” I had. With Aiden. The first day I saw him, I was pulled into another world. Kellan and I were still catching up when a reminder on my phone signaled it was time for the rehearsal. We said our temporary good-byes—he’d be joining us later for dinner. Tomorrow I’d be Mrs. Aiden Wyatt Raine. A flutter of butterflies broke free in my stomach as I visualized myself walking down the aisle to say vows that committed me to Aiden forever. With or without the vows, I already felt I was his—the ceremony simply made it official. Even though it was less than twenty-four hours away, and I’d gone through all the motions, it didn’t seem like reality. I mean… come on. Aria Cason…married? It was like I was living the life of someone who sounded a lot like me, but who was saying and doing things I’d never do. I thought back to my life before Aiden and it was so different—dramatically different than the life I was living now. It all seemed so simple back then. Hell, it was simpler. By no means was it happier or more meaningful, but it was definitely a simpler time. I guess the same could be said for anyone who’d distanced themselves from anything that could touch the heart. It was the vulnerability. I hated it, but I’d learned it was a part of life and you couldn’t run from your truth and you couldn’t run from your destiny. And that’s what Aiden was for me. He was my truth. He was my destiny. Why had it taken so much pain and so many mistakes to learn and truly accept that?

* * * * * Aiden and I walked into Bistrot De Venise and were shown to our tables. Other than the wedding coordinators and Sienna, Aiden and I were the first to arrive, so we headed to the bar for a glass of wine. I’d noticed that Aiden had been unusually quiet—studying me. Was he worried that the pressure of everything would finally become too much and I’d run for the hills? I was nervous, albeit afraid, but I was sure I wouldn’t run. How could I put his mind at ease? I wanted him to enjoy his time here, enjoy

everything about these special moments. There was no need for us both to be tied in knots. I’d tried to give him the assurance he’d given to me, but I didn’t think anything would truly convince him until tomorrow…when I finally say the two words he’s been waiting to hear. I looked at him and smiled through the nervous thoughts of tomorrow. He glanced at his watch, reached for my hand and then gently tugged me from the barstool. “I have something to show you, but promise you won’t react to it, at least not verbally.” “What?” Did he have another surprise for me? “Promise me.” He didn’t have that playful gleam in his eyes. Why so solemn? “I promise. What is it?” He walked me over to the painting on the wall near the patio, and adhered to the painting was a pink heart-shaped note in which two words were written—Ti amo. The glass of wine slipped from my fingers, and I froze, my eyes glued to the tiny note. What did this mean? I looked at Aiden, frantic with questions. He placed a finger to his lips, signaling me to stay quiet. I nodded, and reached up to the note, tracing my fingertips across the words. It was her handwriting. I was sure of it. I was almost trembling as my head filled with question after question, one after another. My breathing became labored and I felt as though I was about to hyperventilate. Did this mean what I thought? Desperate for answers, I looked toward Aiden, but he shook his head. I didn’t understand. He had to know something. How else would he have known to show me the painting? He pulled out his phone, tapped a note and passed his phone to me. There’s a slight possibility that we’re being watched. I’ll tell you everything later. For now, no one can know, not even Lia and Bianca. I passed his phone back and watched as he deleted the note. He looked at me and pulled me to him. I grabbed him and buried my face in his chest. What was going on? Had Mom known all along that Dad was alive? Had she known where he was? I started replaying the memories of my childhood. Aiden was silent, stroking my hair as I tried to contain my emotions. Wait. Was this the reason Aiden insisted we marry in Italy? How did Aiden know about this note? Why did we end up in this exact restaurant to even find it? Would I be able to see my parents? I needed to go someplace where I could speak freely to Aiden. I lifted my head from his chest and stepped back. “I would love to sneak off for some private time,” I said, as I searched his face. “Me, too.” He kissed my forehead. “We can’t leave right now, Aria.” He grabbed my hand and led me out of the room. I pulled away from him and rushed to the painting and grabbed the note. I looked at it once more then opened my clutch and placed it inside. Despite the newfound knowledge that laid shock to my system, the rehearsal dinner was off to a fantastic start. Everyone was having a great time. I glanced at Lia and Bianca and felt a surge of guilt. Dad wasn’t gone—he was very much a part of the living—but I could never tell anyone…not even my siblings.

My father would never know his grandchild—he would never know the wonderful women Lia and Bianca were growing into. To add an even more painful layer to this story, there was a possibility that Mom wasn’t dead—and we wouldn’t be able to see her either. I hated this. Aiden squeezed my hand underneath the table. I looked up to see his doting eyes on me. I wanted to cry, but I choked back the emotion and immersed myself fully into this evening. Everything was perfect— well, almost. My parents weren’t here. I didn’t know if I was better off knowing the truth or not. I did know that I wished I could share this special time in my life with them. I could easily picture my mom’s reaction to the proposal. She would have jumped up and down like an overly excited kid at Christmas, nearly severing my hand from my body once I’d shown her the gorgeous engagement ring. I imagined she would have hosted a family dinner—to celebrate the pending nuptials and to also become better acquainted with Aiden and his family. From what I’d been told, Mom was already quite fond of Aiden, so her growing rapport with him would have been fun to watch. She would have helped me try on wedding dress after wedding dress, while Sienna would have insisted nothing off the rack. Undoubtedly, Mom and Sienna would have had more than a few differences of opinions, which would have only added to my growing list of wedding woes. But I would have secretly loved every minute of it—I would have suffered through it all if it meant I had my mom. And Dad would have liked Aiden, I was sure of it. Maybe not initially…and maybe not very much when I was dealing with the painful parts of our relationship. But once he saw how much Aiden loved and protected me, he would have given his support. He would have given Aiden the if you hurt my daughter again, I’ll hunt you down speech. He would have been the one walking me down the aisle tomorrow, instead of my sisters. My parents would have sat in the front row, their eyes glistening with tears as they watched their firstborn committing herself to the one man who completed her. After the wedding, there would have been endless poses for pictures. I would have become agitated but Aiden’s stolen glances would have made it all seem painless. A pang of sadness hit my heart as I glanced around the table and continued my musings on all the things that would never be. After dinner, everyone was busy drinking and mingling. The other guests who had been flown in from the States had arrived, and from the looks of it, most of them here tonight were enjoying the Italian wine and spirits. I scanned the room, wondering where Aiden had wandered off to, and my breath caught when I saw him in what appeared to be a heated conversation with Kellan. Why had Aiden put forth the effort to bring Kellan here if he’d planned on doing this? I started toward them, as anger crept into the night that just a few moments ago, was almost perfect. How did he take me from one emotion to the next so drastically and so frequently? “What’s going on?” I demanded when I’d reached them. They both looked at me but said nothing.

I focused my upset toward Aiden. “Are you being rude to him?” “He’s being the same jerk he always is,” Kellan said. “Watch it. Don’t think that my asking you here has changed a damned thing,” Aiden said. “Aiden. Why?” I asked. I didn’t understand why he’d do this. Why he’d do anything to ruin this night. He exhaled in a rush and then his jaws flexed as he looked back at Kellan. “Why don’t you tell her?” I looked at Kellan and wondered what he could possibly tell me that would cause a quarrel on tonight of all nights. “Tell me what? What is it?” Kellan pulled his glare from Aiden’s face and looked down at me. “Your groom is not too fond of my choice of dates?” “Date? Are you referring to person you told me about earlier?” I asked. “So you already know?” Aiden asked. “Why didn’t you say anything to me?” “Aria knows there is someone, she just doesn’t know who the someone is,” Kellan said, his eyes still on mine. “What am I missing?” I asked. When Kellan didn’t respond, Aiden blurted out, “I walked in on him in bed with my sister.” Wait. What? “Allison? Is she the person you’d told me about?” I asked, incredulous to the notion of them being intimate, let alone the act. “No. It’s Sloan.” Kellan replied. Kellan had sex with Sloan? What? “Now do you understand why I’m being rude to your special guest? I told him this would upset you. And I’m not crazy about it myself. He was out of line. And I have a few choice words for my sister.” “Hey. Leave her out of this,” Kellan said. Aiden stepped closer to Kellan. “Who the fuck are you to tell me anything?” “Aiden. Don’t. Please. People are starting to stare. Can I have a minute with Kellan?” “Why?” Aiden asked as he and Kellan held their fighting stares. “Because I need to speak with him…in private.” Aiden’s brows scrunched in angry confusion as he looked at me, and then he shook his head and walked away, cursing under his breath. I knew this would mean a talk with him later, but it was obvious I couldn’t talk to Kellan with the potential of Aiden throwing a punch at any second. “So Sloan is the person you met?” This felt wrong, but I didn’t quite understand why. “Yes.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked. “Why should I tell you, Aria? You’re marrying someone tomorrow, or did you forget?” Kellan had never been cruel to me about Aiden. He never liked it, but he was never cruel. He was still hurt by my choices. I knew that, but I couldn’t believe he would purposely seek out Sloan to cause a problem between Aiden and me. “But Sloan is Aiden’s sister.”

“Is that what this is about? The fact that she’s your fiancé’s sister? Or is this about you not wanting me, yet not wanting me to have anyone else?” I felt as if I’d been punched in the gut. “That’s not true. I want you to be happy. I just didn’t think it would happen like this. And I think you knew this wouldn’t go down easy, which is why you didn’t tell me earlier.” “I’m sorry for not telling you, but she and I both knew it would be awkward.” “For who? Aiden? Or me?” “Both.” He looked up and grimaced. I followed his gaze to see Aiden glaring at the two of us. “She’s nothing like her brother,” Kellan said. I don’t think anyone in the world is like Aiden. The world can’t handle two of him walking around. “And you had sex with her already? That doesn’t sound like you.” Kellan shook his head in disbelief. “Trust me—it’s not. I don’t know what happened. One minute we were talking, and then the next we were—well, it just kind of happened.” “How did Aiden happen to find you two?” I asked. “He came to Sloan’s room before the rehearsal.” This didn’t sound like the Sloan I thought I knew, either. She seemed more the type to date for several months before giving a guy so much as a kiss, let alone sex. Come to think of it, I didn’t think I’d ever seen her with or heard her mention a guy before. I’d come to care for Sloan. She was a great person, and she’d been supportive of my relationship with Aiden since day one. I had no right to feel anything but happiness for her and Kellan, but it bothered me that they had hooked up. “So…you like her?” “That’s rather obvious by now, knowing what you know, but yeah, we really hit it off.” “Then that’s all that matters. I’m all for what makes you guys happy, although I know it’s too soon to predict anything” “Exactly.” I reached up and gave him a hug. “Thank you again for being here. And I’ll try my best to keep Aiden away from you and Sloan.” “Don’t bother. I can handle Aiden.” Glad you think so, because I’m not so sure. “Knowing that you’ve slept with his sister…and with me…this won’t be easy for him.” “It wasn’t easy for me to let you go, but I did. Aiden’s a big boy. He’ll be all right. And I’m sorry for putting a damper on your night.” “No more confrontations or negativity?” “None. I promise. Now, let’s get you married.” he added, and pulled me back toward the celebration.

* * * * *

After a while, Aiden and I snuck away for a walk along the Rialto Bridge. As soon as we were out of everyone’s earshot, I started the questions. He’d told me that his contact had communicated one final message: At 8 o’clock, show the Maggie Siner painting to Aria. That was where I’d found the note. Aiden didn’t know very much, or so he led me to believe, and he was firm on his position of not continuing his investigation. “No, Aria.” “But, Aiden—” “My first priority is to protect you and Lyric. I will not look into anything further, because it would only place you at risk. As difficult as this is, you need to let this go.” Let it go? How can he say that? I needed to know. “Does this mean my mother is alive? The police said she was killed in the accident —that her body had been burned beyond recognition. Was that all a lie? Did Mom let us go through that hell for nothing?” “Aria. Stop. Think about it. Your father is in witness protection for something that placed all of you in danger. Your mother is in an accident, the car was destroyed. If that was a ploy, and she let her children grieve for her, if the government has gone to such extremes, what does that tell you? Don’t you realize how dangerous it would be if you were to get the answers you want? You can’t know any more than you already do. You must accept that.” He was right. All I had were questions and suspicions, and I couldn’t act on either because it could place us all in danger. “And for the record, if your mother is alive, I’m willing to bet my life this ruse was not of her doing. I think whatever happened was out of her hands. And the simple truth is, we may never know any more than we do at this point.” I didn’t want to accept what Aiden said, but I knew I had to. I didn’t know how to feel or what to think about all of this. I pulled the note from my purse and studied it. It had to mean what I thought… nothing else made sense. I sighed and tucked it back into my purse. So Aiden’s reason for marrying in Italy was not just because. He’d wanted to give this to me—a small piece of my family. Although my heart felt full and empty at the same time, I’d been given an amazing wedding gift—the love of my parents.

Chapter Fourteen The dreams had finally stopped. And because I understood their purpose, I no longer applied the label of nightmares to the visions that had plagued me for months. Everything made sense now. The dreams had foreshadowed Aiden’s role in leading me back to my father. Every twist and turn, as painful as some of them had been, were part of the path I had to take. And Aiden was the conduit to restoring the part of me that I’d thought was lost forever. He’d unearthed memories I’d buried. He’d restored my belief in love. Although Mom and Dad weren’t in my life in the capacity I wanted, I knew in my heart they were both alive. I knew my father hadn’t abandoned his family. Aiden couldn’t have given me a greater gift, other than Lyric, of course. I didn’t know if I’d ever really committed to the fact that my dad was dead. However, there were times when I’d thought he must have been—because that was the only way I would have imagined him leaving Mom. In many ways, he’d never left her. He’d been with her every day… not in body, but definitely in spirit. Mom didn’t have to worry or hope anymore. She was with the love of her life. I could only imagine the joy in her heart and the contentment of her soul. Dad had been everything to her. She’d been everything to him. I could identify with that now, because Aiden had become everything to me. It had always been about Aiden. I never stood a chance of having a life without him. He was meant to be a significant part of my existence. I still mourned that my whole family couldn’t be with me, but I had an inkling of hope that one day, we’d all be together. For now, this had to be another piece that I locked away. The knowledge that Mom and Dad were reunited would have to be enough. They had a chance to share their love, the love that I’d witnessed as a child, the type of love I now had with Aiden.

* * * * * With an anal-retentive Emilie looking on, I reluctantly said good night to Lyric. He would be sleeping in the villa with Connor and Sienna. I was able to part with Lyric much easier knowing that Dianna would be there, too. Lyric would more than likely be under her watchful eye, because Sienna’s attention was divided. She was in full mother-of-the-groom mode. And Connor, well, he was a presence that should be allowed in small doses. I glared at Emilie when she cleared her throat. Aiden laughed. He knew I wanted to tell her to go the hell away, but I’d committed to being good, so

that meant I had to say good night to Aiden, too. “I’ll miss you tonight,” I said. I reached up and traced the line of his jaw. “I’ll miss you more,” Aiden whispered, his gaze hot on my face. He leaned down and pressed his full lips to mine. He didn’t move, he simply lingered and allowed me to breathe him in. I clutched his shirt and pulled him closer, capturing his bottom lip between mine and softly sucking. When I opened for him, his tongue slipped inside, flicking the tip across mine. Emilie cleared her throat again and Aiden pulled away from me. “I guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow, Ms. Cason,” Aiden said. “It’s back to Ms. Cason, is it?” He unpeeled my fingers from his shirt. “Nope. I just wanted you to hear it one last time.” Oh God. This is really happening! We’re actually getting married tomorrow. No more Aria Cason. Aiden traced a finger across my worry line. “Stop doing that,” he said. “We’re meant for each other. You know that, right?” I nodded. I had hoped my nervousness wasn’t still so obvious. “Good. Now get some rest and I’ll see you in a few hours. I love you.” “I love you, too.” He kissed my forehead and he walked away—headed back to his bachelor’s party. I stood by the door and watched him until he was no longer in sight. I looked behind me and sneered at Emilie. At least I’d be rid of her after tomorrow. Satisfied that she’d fulfilled her role, Emilie offered a pert smile and said good night. After closing the door, I wandered into the bedroom. Scanning the lavish extravagance of the large space, I immediately felt lonely. Now what? It was just a little after ten o’clock. My girls’ night slash bachelorette party had come to an abrupt halt a half hour ago. The joy-killing, cock-blocking Emilie had said our time was up. She insisted upon my having the proper amount of rest before the big day. I really shouldn’t be upset with her, though—she was only doing her job. But damn, did she have to be so anal about it? I picked up one of Lyric’s toys from the small table near the patio window. I missed my baby boy. I’d barely seen him all day. He’d been with either Dianna or his grandparents while I endured last minute fittings and trial runs. Before the bachelorette party, Sienna had stopped by with Lyric for a quick hello, but abruptly left with him when Anna called about some last minute change with the reception. If I counted that five-minute visit, it would total twenty minutes I’d spent with my son today. A yawn signaled it was time for sleep. I was damn near exhausted. I didn’t bother to undress, I just climbed into bed on top of the covers. I was sure I’d fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, and I did, only to be later awakened by a text from Aiden. I miss you. I tapped a quick reply.

I miss you more. I’d grown accustomed to being with him every night, and I felt odd and very lonely without him.

* * * * * Anna pulled me out of bed just as the sun rose. I felt like a zombie. I sat on the edge of the bed and forced my eyes open, my gaze falling to the white envelope on the nightstand. I immediately perked up because I knew it was from Aiden. I rushed to open it. Good morning, princess, I would have preferred if you had awakened to the sound of my voice, but this note will have to suffice. I actually attempted to sneak in, but I was commandeered. I think Emilie has surveillance setup all over the place! Aria, I know you’re worrying. You needn’t be. You were born for me. You’re my person…you’re my other half. Above all else, remember that. I promise to take care of you, to protect you, and to love you. Forever. I’m anxious to see you. I’ll meet you at the end of the aisle. —A. My heart was in my throat. I loved him so much and today we’d confess our love to the world. Today’s my wedding day! I read the note twice more and was about to read it again, but Anna rushed me off for some time with yet another member of the team Emilie had assembled to coordinate the necessary bridal details. She’d said I appeared overly tense at last night’s rehearsal. No shit, Sherlock. Is that so unheard of? Then again, my angst was quadruple that of most brides. News of my parents, introduction to motherhood, overzealous in-laws, dominating groom, and overcoming a fear that had been harboring inside me for nearly twenty years…yeah, I’m tense. After a two-hour massage, I was given a breakfast of fruit and coconut water and then ushered to the bridal area, which more resembled a movie star’s dressing room than a space of intimacy for the bride. Sienna was already there bossing everyone around. She faced me when I walked in, and her brows puckered as she stalked toward me. Oh, what now? “Did you get any sleep, Aria?” she asked as she traced her fingertips underneath my eyes. I wasn’t surprised if I had dark circles, because I was a mess last night. As tired as I was, after texting Aiden, I couldn’t go back to sleep. I’d been left alone with my thoughts and worries about Mom, Dad and the ceremony. Needless to say, I’d gotten little-to-no rest.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Raine. We have something that will conceal all signs of a sleepless night,” Anna said. She pressed the button on her earpiece and a blue light flashed. “All guests and staff must check their phones with the attendants. Absolutely no photographs. Tiffany? Nicole? Where are you? I need you both in makeup.” I was sitting on the bench at the vanity watching the wide-eyed woman in the mirror. She was happy, she was excited, and most of all, she was nervous. If Mom were here, she would be fussing over my hair, and she would definitely be upset the stylists were taking on the role that belonged to her. I watched the busyness behind me. The five ladies in my bridal party were chatting incessantly as they were being primped and prodded. I had to give it to Emilie and her team—they hadn’t missed a beat. Everything up to this point had gone off without a hitch. I smiled when I caught sight of my maid of honor. I couldn’t believe April was here! She’d arrived as one of my surprises last night, just before we’d begun the rehearsal. I had been standing near the end of the aisle watching Emilie and Anna as they provided instructions to the rest of the wedding party. Someone had tapped my shoulder, and I turned and saw the cheery eyes of my best friend. My jaw dropped—I couldn’t believe she was here. She squealed, “Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God! I can’t believe you’re getting married!” I stared at her, too shocked to speak. April was actually here, but how? We hadn’t spoken in over eight months. And that last conversation wasn’t a very pleasant one. I’d pretty much closed the door on my friendship with her. When I discovered that she’d betrayed my trust, it severely damaged our relationship —I didn’t think I’d ever forgive her. I didn’t want to. I was certain she’d known that, yet here she was. She’d taken the chance of being rejected and showed up for me. And I was glad she did. We definitely had some talking to do, but for now, I was happy she was here, sharing this special time in my life. After a series of hugs and apologies, which took all of thirty seconds, we were both in tears. We knew we’d have to work at rebuilding our friendship—but not tonight. Tonight, we were April and Aria—two best friends who were happily reunited. Would our relationship ever be the same? I didn’t know, but I wanted to try. I wanted her in my life. I wanted Lyric to know his godmother. And when it all came down to it, although she made a huge misstep, April tried to do what she thought would make me happy, and I had to consider that if there was any chance of our truly moving on. After a few minutes, Aiden had walked over to us and I rushed into his arms. “Thank you for doing this!” “You’re welcome, princess,” he said. “I knew that regardless of what you were saying, you missed your best friend, and I knew you’d want her here for your wedding day.” This was one of those times when he was actually spot on about what was best for me. “When did you plan this?” I asked. “Weeks ago. Mother noticed how sad you were when she asked you about invitations. I told her about April and made a call. Mother took care of the rest. Emilie has been working with April as well,

incorporating her into the wedding party. Everything’s done—the whole nine yards. Unless you don’t want her in the wedding?” “Of course I do,” I said, beaming at him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I said, after a series of sweet kisses. “Anything and everything for you. I want your day to be perfect.” God, I love this man. When Sienna had asked if there was anyone I’d want to invite, April had been my first thought. Kellan was the second. I felt both were impossibilities. Even though I’d tried to erase April from my life, Aiden knew this day wouldn’t be the same without her. I was insanely happy and I was being united with the man I love and it was all because of her. April and I barely had a chance to be alone. We did share a few minutes for her to see Lyric. I was really surprised to hear that she and Blaine had reconciled and he’d joined her for the trip. She was in a good place and I was really happy for her. I looked back at my reflection in the mirror. The stylist started French braiding my hair. When she had braided a little past my ear she stopped and secured it with an elastic band. She did the same with the right side. She then made a high ponytail while her assistant combined the long braid in the back in the ponytail and then tied it up. I watched as she meticulously inserted a sock bun and spread my hair over it and then secured it with a few bobby pins. My attention was directed to the girls behind me when one of them squealed. They were all having a great time, and I felt as if I was the one who didn’t really belong. I had a million knots in my stomach. I couldn’t laugh or even talk. I didn’t even want to think of anything for fear I’d talk myself out of the walk down the aisle, so I returned my concentration to the stylists, and saw they were nearly finished. They fluffed the braids around the sock bun and removed all of the bobby pins and finished it off with hair spray. I was motionless, staring at their handiwork. It was impeccable—not a hair out of place. Emilie walked up with Beth, who would be doing my makeup. They ushered me to a different part of the bridal room, with almost as many cosmetics as a counter in a major department store. Beth started my makeup, quietly humming to herself as she made me over. Once she finished, she turned me to look at my reflection in the mirror, but I was shocked when I didn’t see me. What happened to the Aria that I’d seen a few short hours ago? Who was the elegant, almost regal girl staring back at me now? Beth asked that I close my eyes as she sprayed something over my face and then it was time for me to go to a different room. I wondered what Aiden was doing. Was he being ushered from station to station? Was he already dressed? Was he nervous? My chest started to hurt. I took a deep breath as a new roll of panic surfaced. Several more deep breaths followed, but I couldn’t seem to get enough air. “Aria, are you okay?” Beth asked. I couldn’t reply. I was too busy trying not to pass out. “Anna, I think we have a problem,” she yelled across the room.

Anna was beside me in little to no time. “Aria, look at me. Slow down.” She motioned with her hands the breathing pattern she wanted me to follow. “Get her some water, please.” Beth hurried off and quickly returned with a glass. “Here you go. Don’t ruin your makeup,” she said, as she passed the water to me. After I’d taken a few sips, Anna asked, “Are you okay now?” I nodded and passed the water back to her. Note to self. Don’t think about anything else. Beth retouched my lipstick and then I was headed to the room where the other girls were all seated, waiting on me. It was time for the age-old ritual of something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue. “After this we’re going to get you in your gown, and then it’s show time,” Anna said. She offered a smile and then left me with the others. I took a seat between my sisters, Allison, April, Sloan and Sienna. “I was nominated to go first,” Lia said. “And I have the something old. It symbolizes continuity with your family and the past, so I thought this would be perfect.” Lia passed me a small silver charm. “This is the coffee cup charm that Dad gave to Mom on their first anniversary.” My parents had met at a coffee shop in Italy, and she’d worn that charm bracelet every day until he’d disappeared. I never thought about what had happened to it until now. “Thank you, Lia,” I said, and gave her a hug. She had no idea how meaningful this tiny trinket was, especially now, knowing what I knew, what I had to keep secret. I was sure this was something Mom would have given me, and in a way she had —through her daughter—through Lia. I love you, Mom. “I’m next,” April said and cleared her throat. “I can’t believe I’m doing this with the one person I thought would never have a boyfriend, let alone a husband. I’m so thrilled for you.” She beamed. “Okay, so I’m something new.” April passed another charm to me. It was a key with the word friendship written on it. “So, this is a reminder of us. Of our friendship. I know we have some things to work out, and I know it’s not quite the same as it was, but I hope we can get back there. And so this is a symbol of a door that will never be closed to you. We became friends by chance, but we’re sisters by choice. And that’s what you are to me—my sister. I love you, and I’m so happy for you and Aiden and as a friend, as a sister, I promise to always love and support you both.” “You guys. I don’t know how I’m going to make it through this. This means so much,” I said and glanced at each of them. “Thank you, April. I hope we can get back to where we were, too. Thank you for being here and standing up for me today.” “I’m next,” Bianca said, taking a seat on the opposite side of Lia. “This is something borrowed.” She passed another charm to me. After a close inspection, I recognized it as another one of Mom’s. It was a fish. “Something borrowed is usually an item from a happily married family member whose good fortune in marriage is supposed to carry over to the new bride. I know Mom and Dad didn’t get their happily ever after, but when they were together, they were very happy and very much in love. Of course, I was too young to get a lot of that, but the stories and pictures Mom shared with us were like something from a

romantic movie. I know you and Aiden will be just as happy.” “Thanks, sister. I love you,” I said, as she pulled me into a hug. I glanced at the others and wondered who of the Raines would be first. “Aria.” Sienna grasped my hand and her lips pursed into a tight smile. “I know I was no less than horrible to you when you first came into our lives, and we’ve come so far since then. I couldn’t ask for a better woman for my son. You and he are truly made for one another, and you’ve taught me something about love and partnership that I hope to bring to my marriage. I wanted to be the something blue.” She passed a small rectangular box to me. “We thought it would be lovely if all the gifts were in one place, so when you wear it, you’ll be reminded of all of the beauty and joy this day has given you.” My eyes watered and I blinked profusely, hoping to stop the tears that were desperate to escape. “Aria, don’t you dare cry,” Sienna warned. “We don’t have time—” “I know. To redo my makeup.” I fanned my eyes to hold off the waterworks. “No tears. See.” I opened the box to find an exquisite sapphire and diamond bracelet. “Oh. This is beautiful.” Sienna helped me affix the charms and then fastened the bracelet on my wrist. After Sienna hugged me, Sloan assumed her mother’s seat beside me. Sloan and I had a small chat after dinner last night. It was awkward, but I’d assured her that I was okay with her and Kellan. I was actually glad to see how much she really liked him, and it was easy to see that she was hoping for the chance to get to know him better. I couldn’t begrudge either of them that. “It’s finally our turn,” Sloan said. “This is a silver sixpence, which represents wealth and financial security.” Allison passed the silver coin to me. “Mom says it’s supposed to go in your shoe,” she added, and rolled her eyes. I laughed at her. I simply adored Allison. “Your left shoe to be exact,” Sloan said. “This was minted the year Aiden was born.” “Oh, wow. Thanks, you two,” I said, and hugged them both. “Welcome to the family, Aria.” “Thanks, Sloan.” “We’re going to officially be sisters now,” Allison said. “I knew from the moment I met you that you were the one for my brother. I just knew it.” “Yeah. You certainly hammered it into my head enough.” I smiled, thinking back to the times when Aiden and I had been apart, and both times, Allison was there pleading her brother’s case. “I’ll make sure he does something especially nice for his number one supporter,” I said. “That would be great. I need a dance partner for some practice in my upcoming performance, so get him to do that…minus the piano lessons,” she added. I laughed at her again. “I’ll see what I can do.” “Have them review the seating chart. She’s not supposed to sit there.” It was Anna and she was

speaking into her headset. “Okay ladies, it’s about time. Let’s get you to your appropriate places.” I received final hugs as everyone dispersed, and then Fantta Currier herself helped me into my wedding dress, and I started to spaz out again. She directed the stylists on the placement of my veil. I didn’t want it covering my face so it was clipped into my bun. I was back in the story book. Everything was happening around me. I was crowded as final adjustments were made. Emilie entered in a rush and requested we all get to our spots, leaving me alone with Lia and Bianca. I was looking at the bride in the mirror, absolutely amazed that it was me. She looked like royalty. My dress was stunning. It was a delicate lace bodice gown with a dropped waist. I gathered a handful of the material, lifting just enough so that I could turn to glance over my shoulder in the mirror. The gown was accentuated by an intricate design of embroidered lace with beading and a natural sheer neckline that transitioned into a dramatic low back. The extravagant multi-tiered tulle skirt flowed into a chapel train. I turned again and studied my reflection from head to toe. “Wow,” Lia said. “You’re an absolutely beautiful bride, Aria.” “Mom would be so proud,” Bianca added. I turned toward them just as Anna entered the room again. “No, no. Don’t make her cry. You’ll ruin her makeup, and there’s no time to spare. Let’s get her to the entrance,” Anna said. I took one final look at myself in the full-length mirror. I didn’t recognize the person staring back at me. Fortunately for me, I’d be the only one in a wedding gown, otherwise I didn’t think Aiden would recognize me either. It reminded me of the first time I’d had to dress for the part when it came to Aiden. And like that time, I was wondering what he would think when he saw me. “Aria, are you ready?” Bianca asked. “Yes, I’m coming.” I said a quick farewell to Aria Cason, and then I turned away from the mirror, taking the final steps that would say good-bye to her forever.

Chapter Fifteen Lia and Bianca balanced me as we stood outside the large doors of the palace. My eyes were cast downward as I repeatedly clenched my fists. With a nervous twinge in my stomach, I recited my vows. My legs started to weaken as I stood there, struggling to control my breathing so I didn’t pass out. Someone started tugging at my train and I placed my palm over my heart as it fought to keep up with my thoughts. It was beating so loudly that I knew my sisters could hear it, too. What was I doing? Me? Married? I never wanted anything more than a night of hot sex with a guy. How the hell did I go from that to this? Standing in an Italian palace about to commit the rest of my existence to Aiden Raine? I took another deep breath and then slowly exhaled. Oh hell! This was it. Lia passed my bouquet, and her smile disappeared as she took in my expression. Her eyes widened. “Aria, are you okay? Do you need some water? Do you need to sit down?” she asked. I swallowed and tried to speak, but I couldn’t open my mouth. I rapidly shook my head and looked to the other side of me at Bianca. I had to rely on them a lot today. Bianca and Lia were giving me away. They were so beautiful, and they had been so great helping me put up with Sienna and all of the other details that had pretty much tempted me to start drinking like crazy again. I managed a sliver of a smile and let out another slow breath. The wedding staff walked past us and assumed positions to my right and left. With a nod to each other, they opened the doors. Oh my God. This is happening. I can’t do it. I can’t do it. I stepped back and Lia and Bianca tightened their hold on me. “You can do this,” Lia said. “You’ve got this, Aria.” “We’re right here, and we can go whenever you’re ready,” Bianca said. Anna appeared out of nowhere. “Is everything okay?” she asked. “Yes, she’s just a little nervous,” Bianca said. I could hear the string quartet and it was nearing my cue to start down the aisle, but I didn’t want to. I couldn’t even if I tried. “Aria, you did good. You have a wonderful man who loves you, and you have a beautiful son, and they’re both waiting to start this new family with you,” Lia said, rubbing my arm, attempting to soothe me. “Don’t be scared. You can do this.” Did I want to do it? Was this a mistake? Had I allowed Aiden to talk me into doing something I would have never wanted? I missed the cue and Anna rushed back over to make sure everything was okay. I thought she was more concerned about not having Emilie on her ass than she was about me. “She’s ready. Can you recue the music please?” Lia asked. I closed my eyes and started reviewing my vows again and then I drew a blank. Oh shit. There was

supposed to be a copy in my bouquet just in case I’d forgotten them. That’s right. So I had a backup. Now all I needed to do was remember how to walk. Bianca had said he was waiting for me. It was true, Aiden was waiting for me. I was going to be his wife. We were going to be a family. Aiden and Lyric—they were both waiting for me. I loved Aiden and Lyric with everything in me. Aiden had said he and I were meant for each other. And I felt that. I knew that with every fiber of my being—we were. There wasn’t another soul I could imagine pairing mine with. It was him. It was always him, and it would always be him, and I didn’t want to keep him waiting any longer. I took a deep breath and unclenched my fist as my heartbeat started to slow. Once my breathing leveled out, I opened my eyes, and it was as if I were peering into the innocence of a childhood dream. The rays of the bright Italian sun were muted, filtering through the golden mosaic-paned windows and filling the Venetian palace with a soft shimmering light. It all looked royal—the vision of fairy tales. It was a day fit for a princess…Aiden’s princess. The guests stood as the music changed, and then all eyes were on me as I started my walk down the aisle. I was serenaded by the beautiful, soft sound of Johann Sebastian Bach’s “Air” from the Suite No. 3 in D Major. And like the title of the piece, Aiden’s love flowed around me. It enveloped me. It filled me. I lifted my gaze to the end of the aisle and there he was—the man who made my heart leap from my chest—the man who’d touched the depths of my being. The only thing that mattered was the handsome groom expecting me at the end of my too-long walk. Aiden took my breath away each time I looked at him, and today was no different. He was dressed in a traditional black three-piece tuxedo, but there was nothing traditional about Aiden. He was an enigma wrapped in a paradox and shrouded in a conundrum, and he was custom made…just for me. It was as if I’d stopped walking and was floating down the aisle toward my future. Aiden was holding our best man in his arms. I hoped Lyric would behave, but if he was anything like his father, he wouldn’t. My heart smiled as I thought about their many similarities, and then I returned my glance to the man who promised he’d meet me at the end of the aisle, the man who loved me unconditionally. It had taken some time to get it right, but I was no longer the Aria I was a couple of years ago. I was still me, but a better version of me. I was Aiden’s—I knew I was his and his alone. I knew he was my destiny. And because of my love for him, I was finally the Aria I was meant to be. I knew I would not— could not—ever be the same after being loved by him. My short walk, which seemed somehow longer than it was, finally came to an end when I reached the altar. My sisters hugged me and took their places in line with the bridesmaids. Aiden passed Lyric to Nicholas, and then he reached for my hand and I placed it in his. I saw the wonder in his eyes as he looked at me, his mouth partially open as his enchanted gaze glided down my body. He subtly shook his head. “You’re an absolute vision, princess.” The orchestra fell silent as Aiden gently squeezed my hand and then my heart almost stopped beating.

The eyes that stared back at me were a vibrant green, inviting me to rest in them. Once I did, the world fell away, void of everything except Aiden. I loved him completely…irrevocably and I was ready to be his wife. There was no fear, only the immense love and yearning I felt for this man. “Please be seated,” the minister said. I looked over at the area that my mom and dad would have been sitting. Aiden squeezed my hand again, and I turned toward him, once again lost in his eyes. The minister started, “Ladies and gentlemen, friends and family—we are gathered here today, not to witness the beginning of what will be, but rather what already is. This is a celebration of love, and Aiden and Aria have chosen you, those who are special to them, to share in this day—to witness the joining and beginning of their lives.” Aiden smiled at me. All I could do was stare…studying his face. He’d been sporting stubble or a light beard for so long that I’d forgotten how much I adored his clean-shaven face. I focused on the minister—or tried to, at least—as he continued. “We do not create this marriage, because we cannot. We can and do, however, celebrate with Aiden and Aria the wondrous and joyful occurrence that has already taken place in their lives, and the commitment they make today. We also create a new bond and a new sense of family—one that will undoubtedly include some who are present here today.” The minister looked at Aiden and then me. “You entered as individuals, but you will be leaving as husband and wife.” “Mommm-mmy,” Lyric cried. I’d been secretly trying to get him to say mommy before saying daddy, and he picked now of all times to show off. I glanced at Lyric, and his little arms were outstretched. I looked back to Aiden, and we both grinned. Actually, I was surprised Lyric had remained quiet for so long. The minister continued, and after a few moments, Lyric started rustling in Nicholas’s arms. Emilie stepped up to take him and he burst into tears. I glanced at them, wondering if I should do anything, when Dianna suddenly appeared, taking the baby from Emilie. When Lyric looked up and saw that he was in Dianna’s arms, he instantly calmed. The minister resumed, reading a scripture. Once he finished, I passed my bouquet to April and then Aiden and I kneeled as the minister offered a prayer for us. At the conclusion of the blessing, we again stood before the minister and he said, “Aiden and Aria have chosen to affirm their love by the lighting of a Unity Candle. The flame of the candle represents light and spirit. By lighting a Unity Candle, they signal their desire to not only join as one in their union, but to unite two families together as one.” Allison and Lia stepped up to light a side candle, which represented the separate lives, families and experiences before the wedding day. Afterward, Aiden and I used those candles to light the Unity Candle together. “Prior to this moment you each walked a separate path. With the lighting of the center candle you

have now symbolically joined your once-separate lives. As two flames combined into one light, so now are your friends and family joined, through you, into one.” Aiden and I were holding hands again as the minister continued. “Aiden and Aria have written their own vows and would like to share them at this time.” After Aiden offered an encouraging smile, I took a deep breath and started. “You refer to me as your princess and like the fairytales have revealed, sometimes the princess needs to be rescued. That’s what you’ve done for me. You’ve rescued me.” My voice was shaky. I swallowed and continued, my tone leveling out as the truth of my words reinforced me. “Love can hurt, but love can also heal. Aiden, you’ve shown me that. For so many years, my heart was cloaked with confusion and pain. I didn’t know where or who to give my heart to until I found you. You’re the reason I believe in love again. Thank you for giving me a home for my heart.” I was struggling to hold back tears, but they came anyway. I took another deep breath and continued. “I didn’t have any dreams of love and happily-ever-after until you, and now those dreams have all come true because of you. My mother had written a letter to me in which she’d said you’d become my world. She was right. You are my world, and I can’t imagine a life without you in it. You’ve shown me what true happiness is, and you’ve taught me to trust and to stop running. You’ve given me so much love and understanding and patience. I promise to give you just as much. And I promise to love you all my life. I promise to never block you out. I promise to be your family. I promise to give you every part of me. It’s yours. And I take you, Aiden Wyatt Raine to be my husband, my partner in life, and my one true love. I vow to be your companion and your friend, to nurture and to grow with you throughout the seasons of our love. I give you my hand, my heart and my love, through sickness and health, through good times and bad, now until forever.” Aiden clutched my hands tighter as his eyes became misty. “That’s a pretty tough act to follow,” he said. “My princess. My beautiful, beautiful princess. You said I rescued you, but the truth is we rescued each other.” He paused as his emotions got the better of him and then he continued. “And your heart will always have a home, because you’ll always have me. You mentioned your mother, and I’ve never been happier than I am on this day that I had a chance to meet her. She was a wise woman…just like her daughter. She told me you needed time, and that I should be patient with you, and as difficult as that was, I managed to be. Granted, I wasn’t always as patient as I could have been, because, well, let’s face it…you don’t always make it easy…you test my patience more than anyone ever has.” He grinned. There was laughter from the guests as I shook my head at him. “And I know you’ll be surprised to hear this, but you’ve taught me a great deal as well. Because of you, I know I don’t always have to be the one in control…that you can take the reins and I can sit back and watch you soar. You’ve shown me that I don’t have to bear the responsibility for everything and everyone around me. Loving you has revealed what it means to truly be a team, to have you as my partner. With you, I’m the person I want to be, not the person I thought I needed to be. I think I knew from the moment I saw you that you would change my life. I fell for you…hard. I had no idea what I was doing. But I knew I had to have you. I’ve

found that my love for you is instinctual, and at first I wondered why. But then one day I realized it was because I was made for you…and that day is the one that changed everything for me. You’ve given me the gift of a son and the gift of your love, both of which I’ll try my best to deserve. You’re my first and only love, Aria, and you own every piece of me. You’re my life. I breathe you. I treasure you. And my heart will always be yours. I take you, Aria Gabrielle Cason to be my wife. I offer you my solemn vow to be your faithful partner and life mate, and to honor the faith and trust you’ve placed in me. I promise to honor and cherish you, through joy and sorrow, sickness and health, and the challenges that we’re sure to face, and to always be there for you, to shelter and hold your love as the most precious gift in my life. We’ll always be united. One life. One heart. One destiny. Now until forever.” The depth of emotion in his eyes, in his expression, as he bared his soul to me and countless others was silencing. I stared at him, my heart in my throat as unshed tears stung my eyes. “And so we come, Aria and Aiden, to the presentation of rings by which you symbolize and bind your love. May I have the rings?” Nicholas went to Lyric and fetched the rings from his little pocket and then passed them to the minister. “Wedding rings are a visible symbol of the promises that have been made and the unbroken circle of love, signifying to all the union of this man and this woman in marriage. Your rings say that even in your uniqueness you have chosen to be bound together. The ring has no beginning and no ending, which symbolizes your eternal love. May these rings always remind you of the vows you’ve taken.” The minister placed the rings in a bowl and said a blessing over them. “Please take these rings and honor each other in their giving.” I lifted the band from the hallowed bowl and turned to Aiden. “I give you this ring, as I give to you all that I am, and accept from you all that you are.” I slid the ring on Aiden’s finger and then looked up at him. We’d had the bands inscribed. His read Aria’s Kingston and mine read Aiden’s Virginia. I knew it wasn’t really romantic, but it was us. “And Aiden,” the minister said. Aiden lifted the ring and looked into my eyes. “I give you this ring, as I give to you all that I am, and accept from you all that you are,” Aiden said, smiling as he slipped the band on my finger. “Inasmuch as Aiden and Aria have pledged themselves to each other by solemn vows, and the giving and receiving of rings, by the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Aiden, you may kiss your bride.” Aiden stepped forward, closing the distance between us, and then he gently cradled my face, the tenderness of his touch weakening me. “You’re mine now, Mrs. Raine.” “I was yours long before this.” My heart pounded wildly when Aiden lowered his head to claim my lips, his mouth soft and sweet against mine. He was so tender, slowly caressing my lips and then deepening the kiss when I gave his tongue access. My hands went to his hair, sifting through it as I moaned into his mouth, breathing him in as

he pressed closer. His kiss was full of a passion and promise that seized every part of me, a part that made my blood burn. For several moments, there was only his taste and his touch. It was just us—we were no longer connected with reality—and we didn’t rejoin the others until Lyric’s cries pulled us apart, settling our feet back on the altar in the beautiful chapel of the Venetian palace. Aiden finally released me and grinned. “You’d think by now, we’d be used to his interruptions.” “Family and friends, I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Aiden Raine,” the minister announced. Aiden and I faced the congratulatory applause of those who had joined us today, and then we were hit with repeated flashes of light—the wedding photographers snapped picture after picture as Aiden and I walked hand in hand down the aisle.

Chapter Sixteen After the sheer exhaustion of posing for countless photographs, the wedding party was finally permitted to join the guests. Sienna had said the wedding would include approximately three hundred people, but she failed to mention the reception would include twice as many. I was shocked by the number of attendees, especially considering we were celebrating in Italy. Emilie instructed everyone to find their seats and then she announced our grand entrance and introduced Aiden and I as husband and wife. We stepped into the lavish venue and applause erupted as we made our way to the center of the floor. The lights dimmed and we were left standing under a spotlight as the music for the first dance started. “May I have this dance, Mrs. Raine?” Aiden asked as he bowed before me. “Most assuredly, Mr. Raine,” I replied, smiling meekly as I placed my palm in his. Aiden gently pulled me into his arms and lowered his gaze to mine. “You’ve made me the happiest man in the world,” he said, as we glided across the floor. “And you’ve given me a storybook ending beyond anything I could have ever imagined.” “Well, my mother played a huge part in that.” “How could I forget? She was like a woman obsessed!” Aiden twirled me away from him and then smoothly drew me back to his chest. “It would appear that you really liked my dress,” I said. “I never thought anything would amaze you, other than Lyric, but the look in your eyes when I joined you at the altar, I felt like the only woman in the world.” “Because you are. You’re a very beautiful woman and I wouldn’t have ever imagined you could be any more beautiful, but today you’re simply exquisite—it’s perfect for my vision of you…a princess.” “It would appear the hair pulling and quarrels with the designer paid off.” “I was speechless…however…” He trailed off. “What?” “I’m quite anxious to undress you,” he said, a devilish glint in his dark eyes. “In that case, I guess you should know I’m quite anxious to be undressed.” “Soon,” he promised. “For now, I’m enjoying being the envy of every man in the room,” he said and pulled me closer. A content sigh escaped as I placed my head on Aiden’s chest. I was in heaven. I didn’t think it possible to be so blissful—so full of love. When the song ended, I looked up at Aiden with tears in my eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I reached up to dot my eyes and hoped I hadn’t smeared the makeup I was warned not to ruin. “Stupid tears.” “Why are you crying, princess?” “Because I’m happy. Because I love you so much it’s almost painful.” “I don’t wish you any pain, but I’m glad you feel this way…because I feel the same as you.” His smoldering green eyes commenced a seduction that I knew would last for far too long. “I can’t function without you,” he said, as his finger traced my cheek. “Okay, lovebugs, break it up. It’s my turn to dance with my sister-in-law.” It was Nicholas, and he was flashing that megawatt smile that could drive any woman crazy. “And I promise, anything you want to know about Aiden, I’ll tell you.” I laughed. “Not today. Today is all about wedded bliss.” “Darn. What do you know? That offer is only good for today,” he said and tugged me away from his brother. After my dance with Nicholas, I rushed over to greet Raina and her family. I was so happy that she’d been able to attend the wedding. I’d planned to spend more time with her at the rehearsal dinner, but with so much happening, I’d been unable to do much more than give her a hug. I managed to sit down for a while to spend some time with Lyric, pointing out his dad as he danced with Sienna and then with Allison. Aiden and Allison both looked so very graceful. There was no denying Allison’s talent. I couldn’t wait until her next ballet. I glanced around at all the happy people—even Connor was smiling as he spun his wife around the floor. Aiden later danced with Dianna while a jealous Sienna looked on. She caught me staring at her and extended a tight-lipped smile and then returned her focus to her son. After their dance, Aiden kissed Dianna’s cheek and then escorted her to our table. Aiden and I were showing our sparkly rings to Lyric when Connor approached and requested a dance. After Connor, I danced with Kellan and then I was back in the arms of my handsome groom. Aiden twirled me around the room, his lips pressed to my ear, breathing obscene whispers of anticipation and promise. He was so very inappropriate, but I was starved for every naughty word. I couldn’t wait to be alone with him. The previous night had been absolute hell. Following our dance, Aiden and I thanked everyone for sharing in our day. Sienna and Connor then gave a toast and invited everyone to enjoy the celebratory meal. Within the seven courses, April honored Aiden and me with a heartwarming toast. And since Lyric could do little more than babble, Nicholas rendered a witty and charming best-man speech. The orchestra played subdued background music as the wait staff made the rounds. Once dinner dishes were cleared, Aiden and I greeted one person after another, our fingers intertwined as we circulated the room. A live band and a deejay stepped in to replace the orchestra, and we headed to the dance floor and asked that the others join us.

“I love this song,” I said. “I know. I’ve watched you dancing to it…quite a few times.” As Aiden and I danced amongst the guests, I fell deeper and deeper into Serena Ryder’s, “For You.” He rolled me away from him and then drew me back to his chest and placed my palm over his heart. “Did I tell you how handsome you look?” I asked. “Nah,” he said. “I don’t think so.” “Well, you’re strikingly handsome—the epitome of the gorgeous groom. All brides should be so lucky.” Aiden wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his face in my neck as we swayed to the music. He sweetly kissed my nape and then his hands were moving down my body. I withdrew from his embrace and looked at him in mock surprise. “What are you doing?” “Touching my wife,” he said. He pulled me closer, his pelvis gyrating against me. I laughed. “Your mother is going to kill you. This isn’t what we practiced.” “I don’t care.” Aiden gently turned me, my back to his chest as our bodies moved in time with the sensual beat. It was slow and sexy, with just a hint of seduction like the touch of his hands as they trailed past my thighs. We moved as if we were one, our bodies swaying smoothly to the floor and back up. His palms glided over my body, guiding me so that I was once again facing him, and then for a brief moment, we were motionless, lost in each other’s eyes as the heat between us blazed higher. I didn’t remember this song being so provocative during rehearsal—my hunger for him had been stirring all evening, escalating to a point that it had become impossible to concentrate on what we’d practiced. My comprehension was only of him—his hands on me, his minty breath and his impossibly beautiful eyes. “I love you,” he said. My heart fluttered and I suddenly felt queasy. I didn’t think he would ever stop having this effect on me. He made me crazy. “I love you, too…always.” “Now until forever.” “Now until forever,” I repeated. Aiden’s hand moved up my back and over my shoulder. He grasped my neck, and for the briefest of moments, he studied my face. Within the next second, he was sealing his mouth over mine. Our dance was pretty much over at that point. His tongue was so deep in my mouth, it felt like it was mine. My hands were all over him, clutching at him, desperate for his taste, hypnotized by his smell and intoxicated by his touch. We didn’t resurface until I felt someone pulling at my arm. I withdrew from Aiden and saw Emilie’s dark brown eyes, gaping at me, with a mix of accusation and shock. She pulled me away from Aiden as Nicholas towed his brother in a different direction. I glanced around the room and people were staring at us as if they weren’t quite sure how to react to our little display.

Emilie and Anna whisked me off to the stylists to touch up my hair and makeup. Once they’d finished with me, Sienna entered the room and took a seat beside me. I knew what she was about to say even before she said it. “Aria, you were an exquisite bride—absolutely beautiful. And the ceremony was elegant perfection. And your vows…well, I’m certain they brought everyone to tears. All that being said, we’re not done yet.” “What do you mean?” “You and Aiden.” She pursed her lips. “Could you two try to show a little…restraint?” “We’re happy and in love, Sienna. We’re not robots.” “I understand. What you two share is very special…anyone can see that, but some things are best reserved for the privacy of your bedroom. So if you could do this as a kindness for your mother-in-law, I would appreciate it more than you know.” “Did you have this little talk with your son, too?” She waved her hand as if that was a foolish question. “Oh, heavens no. Aiden is almost the youngest of my children, yet he’s always been the most mature—always displayed the most discipline and restraint. But when it comes to you, he’s like a hormonal teenager. Asking this of him would be futile. It would go in one ear and right out the other.” Same goes for me. If my husband…husband? I couldn’t believe how easily that popped into my head. If Aiden can’t keep his hands off me on our wedding day, why would I object? Are you crazy, lady? “It’s almost time for you to toss the bouquet. We should be getting back. Only a couple more hours, so enjoy every second of this time, Aria…within limits,” she added and hugged me just as April walked in. “I came to check on you,” April said. Her eyebrows furrowed as she took note of my intimacy with Sienna. “I’ll see you back out there shortly,” Sienna said. “And remember—within limits.” I nodded, and we exchanged air kisses. “I know I’m playing catch up on a lot, but was that real?” April asked, once Sienna had stepped out of the room. “Believe it or not—yes.” “You have to be kidding me. I noticed it the night of the rehearsal dinner, and again before the wedding, but I thought it was all part of the show,” April air-quoted. “Oddly enough, I’ve actually grown to really like her.” “Wow. We really have a lot of catching up to do.” “Lots,” I added with a giggle. “I can’t believe it. You’re a mom, and you’re married to this freaking hot billionaire.” “I know. Please don’t say it too many times. I may pass out.” “I’m so happy for you. And I’m glad I had the chance to be a part of this day.”

“Me, too. Thank you for being here.” We hugged and there was a knock at the door. “It’s time,” Anna said as she walked into the dressing room with the tossing bouquet. “Coming,” I replied, and grabbed April’s hand, and strolled out of the room. Almost as soon as I rejoined the others, I found Aiden. He was speaking with his groomsmen, but left them when he spotted me. “Where did you run off to?” he asked. “I didn’t.” I scowled in Emilie’s direction. “I was shanghaied, remember?” Anna announced that all the single ladies should gather around for their chance to catch the bouquet. Once they were all positioned, I tossed it into the crowd of squealing women. I turned to face them and my mouth gaped open when I discovered that Sloan had been the person to catch it. I caught her expression as she looked over toward Kellan and then back at me. From the looks of it, she had it bad for Kellan. Next it was Aiden’s turn to grab my garter. Removing my shoe, I positioned my leg on the pedestal that had been set up for this part of the reception and then I watched Aiden stroll toward me. He met my welcoming smile with a smirk and then he lifted my gown. He didn’t raise it to reveal my thigh…oh no. Aiden kneeled in front of me and his head disappeared underneath my dress and what was more shocking…he lingered there as hundreds of shocked people looked on. My eyes shot over to Sienna, but then I snapped them shut when I felt Aiden’s finger on Virginia. He eased my panties to the side and I felt the warmth of his tongue. One lick and that was it. He emerged from underneath my gown…without the garter. So, of course, he went back in a second time. With his mouth on my thigh, he grabbed the garter between his teeth and eased it down my leg to my ankle and then slid it over my foot. Nicholas and the groomsmen cheered him on, but Sienna was not pleased. She came to us afterward with a stern grimace on her perfectly made-up face. “Aiden, why would you do such a thing? You do realize there’re photographers here from all over the world,” Sienna said, and frowned her disapproval. “Looks like I’ve given them one hell of a photo opportunity,” Aiden said. “Relax, Mother. Enjoy your accomplishment. Everything has been to your specifications so far.” He grabbed my hand and led me toward the champagne. While still in Sienna’s hearing range, he said, “Mrs. Raine, I want to get you drunk.” “Oh my God. You’re so bad. I promised your mother we’d behave. You shouldn’t distract me from my promises.” “You shouldn’t be so beautiful.” “She’s going to think I’ve corrupted you.” We laughed and took a sip of the light golden bubbles as Sienna eyed us. Aiden tipped his glass to mine and said, “If she only knew how much of the other way around it is.” “Why do you want me drunk? Or was that just for your mother’s benefit?”

“It was for Mom. She’s been wound so tight throughout all of this, and I gave her that, but it’s done. Everything went off without a hitch except—” “Except what? I thought everything was perfect.” “When the palace doors opened and you were to start walking to me, I sensed your hesitation.” “I don’t know what you mean. I had no reason to be hesitant.” “You wanted to run,” he accused. “That’s not true.” “Yes it is, but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to let you. I damned near passed Lyric to Nick. I was about to run down the aisle and drag you to the minister. You were going to marry me one way or another.” “Even against my wishes?” “Hell yes.” “Well, that’s something.” “I’ve earned you and I was going to have you.” “Earned me?” “Yes, every bit of you. And you know it.” There was no need for him to explain. I knew what he meant. He had earned me. He’d earned my trust, my love, and my hand in marriage. I may have temporarily considered bolting, but what bride hadn’t? The important thing was, I didn’t run, and that was saying a hell of a lot for someone like me who relied on running when things got too complicated. And my relationship with Aiden had been loaded with complexities since the start. Emilie’s voice sounded throughout the room, announcing it was time for the cake and requesting everyone follow the staff to the desserts area. Aiden and I led the way, stepping into a large room filled with a variety of five-star pastries. Antoine’s staff was positioned at the forty or so dessert tables, and in the center of the floor was an extravagant eight-tiered white chocolate cake. It was exactly as Antoine had promised—too beautiful to cut. It was a curl torte enrobed in marzipan with edible pearls and orchid flourishes. “Don’t even think about it,” I warned Aiden, when he motioned as if he were going to entertain the guests with the messy cake ritual. “And if I do?” he teased. “Your choice. Sweet stuff in your face now or sweet stuff in your face tonight. You won’t have both,” I replied. “But it’s my wedding night,” he teased. “Your sweet stuff is a given.” “I wouldn’t bet on it.” Anna interrupted our first marital bicker and directed Aiden to stand slightly behind me. He placed his palm on my hand and together we sliced the first piece of cake. We fed each other a small piece as the

photographers recorded our marzipan memories. After a few shots, Anna stepped in, passing Lyric to his father then passing a small plate with a piece of cake on it to me. I lifted the plate to Lyric, encouraging him to grab the white frosted treat. He grinned and then stretched out his pudgy little hand, mushing Antoine’s masterpiece between his tiny little fingers. He then went for his mouth, smearing most of the cake and icing over his face as the photographers captured the messy scene, snapping more pictures of the three of us. When they finished, Dianna scooped Lyric out of Aiden’s arms to get him cleaned up, and then the staff took over serving the guests. “Have I told you lately how beautiful you are, and how crazy I am for you?” Aiden asked after we’d sat at our table. “Hmm. Let’s see. Not since about an hour ago,” I said and smiled at him. “But I can bear to hear it again.” Aiden winked at me as I offered him a forkful of cake. He moaned his delight as I eased the fork from between his lips. We then somehow ended up feeding each other small bites of the delectable pastry. We were lost in each other, exchanging grins that veiled our playful thoughts—smiling at each other like two kids who shared a huge secret. “Let’s get out of here.” “Now?” I asked. “Yes. It’s time to get you out of that dress.” We strolled over to say good-bye to Lyric, Dianna, my sisters and my new family. “You two enjoy your time together, and we’ll take care of Lyric,” Sienna said, warmly. “Just make sure he’s still Lyric when we get home, and not some mini-CEO,” Aiden said, looking at Connor. “Aiden, don’t be ridiculous. That’s not for another, what? Two…three years out?” Connor replied, smiling. If Dianna hadn’t agreed to be glued to Lyric for every waking moment we were away from him, he would have been honeymooning with his parents. “Aria, I know we didn’t get off to the best of starts, and I know I’m not your mother, and I don’t dare claim to be able to replace her, but I want to be as much of a mother to you as you will allow.” Her eyes were glistening as I reached to hug her. “You couldn’t have given me a better gift, Sienna. Thank you.” “Son, I’d like to impart some of my infinite wisdom,” Connor said. This can’t be good. Connor is the last person I want giving advice to Aiden on how to be a husband or father. “Dad, I think I’m good.” Connor held up his palm to Aiden. “I can understand why you would think you’d fare better without advice from your father, considering how I’ve disappointed you, but just hear me out.” He pulled Aiden to

the side, and I watched them. I didn’t know what Connor had said to Aiden, but when the conversation ended, they shook hands and hugged. I gave my baby boy one final kiss and then Emilie and Anna ushered everyone onto the steps outside. Aiden and I made our grand exit as family and friends tossed red orchid petals and cheered our successful celebration and future together.

Chapter Seventeen Cradling me in his arms, Aiden carried me over the villa’s threshold. No sooner had he closed the door, than his lips were covering mine. It was a long, warm kiss that began softly and then slowly gained a passion that left me short of breath. Moaning as he pulled away, I placed another soft kiss on his lips before he set me on my feet. “Finally,” he said. “I have you all to myself, Mrs. Raine. Now, what am I going to do with you?” “My guess is you’ll continue misbehaving. You’ve been a very bad boy.” “Mischief is one of the things I do best,” he said. If there was one thing I did know…it was that. No one did mischief quite like Aiden Raine—no one. Throughout most of the evening, he’d elicited torment in the way of endless whispers of obscenities and sexual expectations. The rawness of his taunts had stirred a craving that couldn’t be satisfied in the presence of others, so I’d been just as eager as he to leave the reception. “Why were you in such a hurry to be alone with me?” I teased. “I’m pretty sure you have some idea.” “I do. But I’d much rather you tell me,” I replied. “You know…just to make sure we’re on the same page.” He grinned and winked at me. “Okay. Let me explain in a way that someone in your line of work can relate. Let’s say you’ve been anxiously awaiting the release of a book from your favorite author. You wait in line for hours for the bookstore to open, rush to the bookshelf, grab the book and you’re so overwrought with anticipation that you start reading it right there. You’re pulled in so deeply that you can’t stop, so you spend the next five hours buried in that book. Then you get home and start reading it all over again… because you need more.” “So…are you saying being alone with me is like reading a good book?” I asked. “What I’m saying, princess, is that your pussy is like an excellent book—one that I can’t wait to get my hands on. And after one read, I’m left wanting more. I want to read it over and over again, burying myself in it for hours…devouring every word.” “What a perfect analogy,” I said, smiling at the one man who could imprison me with his words alone. “And wouldn’t you just know it? Virginia has already opened to the first chapter for you, so you can start whenever you’re ready.” For a few quiet moments, we faced each other, his emerald gaze enmeshed with mine. I couldn’t believe I was looking into the eyes of my husband, but I was…and we had a lifetime of love awaiting us. Taking my hand in his, Aiden led me across the room and down a short hall. A fragrant bouquet touched my nose just as we entered the bedroom. There were flowers and petals on almost every surface.

It was as though I’d stepped into a fantasy—the room had been transformed into a luxurious honeymoon suite, entirely illuminated by candles. Champagne was chilling on a table, and alongside it were fruit, cheese, covered domes and decadent chocolates. Aiden released my hand and I walked around, taking in the romantic scene, picking up this and looking at that. I bit into one of the chocolates and continued my wanderings. On the dresser, I found an envelope. It was addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Raine. I held it out to Aiden. He stepped behind me. “Open it,” he said. Unsealing the envelope, I pulled out the note and read it aloud. Aria and Aiden, Thank you for sharing your beautiful day with us. We wish you every happiness as you embark upon this new journey. Aria, welcome to our family. We love you. Be good to her, Aiden. Love, Mom & Dad I glanced at Aiden, taking in his shocked expression. “What have you done to my family?” he asked. “What do you mean?” He shook his head. “They’re saying and doing things that are more than a little bit out of character.” I shrugged. “Maybe it’s the wedding. I think we all made a few concessions to make it successful.” His brows lifted. “Maybe,” he said. “Are you still happy?” “Happier than I ever thought possible. Are you?” I asked. “How could I not be? Look at who I have.” He was standing behind me, staring at our reflections in the mirror. In the measure of one heartbeat, we were lost in each other—I forgot about the note, about his family and about the wedding. Every part of my brain was filled with Aiden—the man who’d changed my life, the man who was now my husband. As my eyes rested in his, a longing for him crept toward me, taking over, and centering at my core. Unable to withstand the absence of his touch, I reached behind me—I wanted to hold him—to feel him beneath my fingertips. Aiden grasped my hand and guided me so that I was facing him. Lowering his head, he kissed me, his full lips caressing mine with a loving, tenderness, and his touch weaving a slow web of seduction that inextricably bound me. He slowly pulled away, severing our kiss way too soon. “Dance with me,” he said. “If by dance, you mean introducing Mr. Kingston to Mrs. Virginia, then by all means, yes, let’s dance.”

He chuckled. “No, that’s not what I meant. We have all night and several nights afterward for Kingston to settle in quite comfortably—no need to rush.” “But I thought—” Placing a finger to my lips, he said, “I know what you thought. And I was thinking along the same lines until looking at you just now. I want to take things a little slower. I want to savor every part of this night.” “What about the dirty little nothings you whispered in my ear practically all evening?” “I plan to deliver on everything I said. Just at a slower pace.” A slow, heavenly dose of Aiden Raine on my wedding night—yes it was worth the wait. “I think I can work with that,” I said. “Good.” “But…” “But what?” he asked. “What should I tell Virginia?” “Tell her I’ll lick,” he said, and kissed my neck. “And suck.” He kissed my lips. “Every inch of her… but only if she allows you the chance to dance with your husband first.” “You’re not playing fair,” I pouted. Placing his finger beneath my chin, he lifted my gaze to his. “Have I ever played fair?” “Absolutely not.” “Why would you expect me to start now?” I sighed in defeat. There was no way I’d be able to sway him. “Okay, we’ll do things your way,” I said. “Do we have music?” “Yes, but I’d like to sing to you first… as one of your wedding gifts.” Aiden drew me to him and placed my palm over his heart. Then he hesitated, his intense gaze drifting over my face. Standing on my toes, I stretched upward to kiss his lips and then he started to sing. I stared into his striking emerald eyes, spellbound as he serenaded me, coating me with the richness of his voice. His embrace tightened, and I rested my head on his chest as we swayed to the melody of his words and to the music in our hearts. It was familiar—a tune I’d heard before, but couldn’t name. As he continued to sing, it suddenly came to me—it was the song he’d played for us in Chicago during Christmas. At the time, I’d thought the song could have been a story about us. And now, I knew it was. “When did you write that?” I asked, once we’d stopped dancing. “In my head? Since the day I couldn’t stop thinking about you…that’s when it started. But on paper… it was when you were back in the house, after coming back from Belize.” “It was beautiful, by the way. Thank you. I hope you’ll record it for me one day.” “I already have,” he said. “It’s on your phone’s playlist. It’s also programmed in your Bugatti.”

“I don’t have a…” I stopped midsentence. “What have you done?” “I’ve noticed how much you love driving mine. Now you have your own.” A silly grin crossed my lips. He was right—I did love driving his car. “Are you kidding? Thank you,” I said, reaching up to hug him. “I can’t wait to see it.” Aiden’s eyes shined as he took in my excitement. “Not that I don’t totally love your surprise, but you didn’t need to do that.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “I want to spoil you.” “That’s a pretty amazing gift. I just happen to have a gift or two for you, but not Bugatti-sized gifts, so I hope you didn’t do anything else.” “Of course I did. You can expect a host of wedding gifts—each of which will be revealed over time.” “You’re so good to me.” “Whatever you want…you will only need to think of it and it’s yours.” “Well, right now I’m thinking, we need less talk and more, you know,” I said, raising my eyebrows suggestively. He nuzzled his mouth against my temple. “Let’s see what we can do about that.” Finally. With his hands on my shoulders, Aiden turned me and I was again facing the mirror. Lowering his head, he placed a warm kiss on my neck. I loved when he kissed me there—it sent a steady stream of chills all over my body. I moaned as he started to suck, pulling the heat of my skin into his mouth. His fingertips made slow trails down my arms, and then his hands were at the back my dress. “Is this what you’ve been waiting for?” I looked on in silence as he started with the trail of buttons. Once he’d unfastened the last one, he looked in the mirror, and helped me slip out of the wedding gown. “I’d like for you to remain just like that.” Reaching into his pocket, Aiden pulled out his phone. He tapped a button and then snapped a picture of our image in the mirror. “Do you have any idea how hard I always get for you?” he asked. I closed my eyes and swallowed. Does he have any idea how wet I always get for him? I stood in front of the mirror, only wearing my undergarments, as he crouched behind me, his hand trailing up my leg. “I love seeing you in these.” He kissed the exposed skin above my stockings. If his plan was to reduce me to a mass of lustful whimpers, it was working. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. Next I felt his tongue move across the back of my thigh. “I want to taste every inch of you,” he said, his voice a sultry whisper. “Can you bend over for me?” When he stood, I leaned forward, and with my palms on my thighs, I trailed my hands down my legs.

“Shit,” he murmured. “That’s so nice, princess.” Aiden groaned as he snapped more pictures. He moved his hand across my ass and then pulled me back toward him. “Do you know what newlyweds do on honeymoons?” he asked. “I would imagine the totally smitten husband makes mad, passionate love to his wife,” I replied. “Stay there.” He walked over to grab something from the nightstand. Seconds later, soft music enclosed us, and then he was standing behind me again, reaching for the contour petals that held my breasts. He peeled each one away and let them fall to the floor, and then he snapped another picture. “What are you doing?” I asked. “What people do on honeymoons, my love, is take inventory of what’s theirs. And that’s what I’m doing. I’m taking pictures of what belongs to me, strictly for inventory purposes.” I laughed. “You’re so silly.” I thought about his idea, and I very much wanted to be included. “You’re next.” “Fine by me. I would love to know that your phone is filled with picture after picture of Mr. Kingston.”

* * * * * My remaining articles of clothing had been gradually stripped from my body. And after a very steamy photo shoot, I was lying naked on a bed of fragrant, red petals. Aiden was standing at the foot with the handful of fruit he’d taken from the bowl. I bit my lip as I watched and waited for him to make this night ours. The heat of his gaze moved over me, touching me as if he were tracing his fingers over my skin. I was his prisoner, totally defenseless and completely engrossed in the expectations of this beautiful night…our wedding night. “Mrs. Raine,” he said, and smiled at me. “Do I have your permission to make love to you?” “Yes,” I said. “All night…and every night for the rest of my life.” Aiden’s fingertips lightly brushed my ankle. With his eyes fixed on mine, he lifted my leg and lowered his head to kiss the arch of my foot. I swallowed hard, trying to rid myself of the anticipation that had started my heart racing already. Still holding my gaze, he gifted my ankles, my legs and then my thighs with warm, soft kisses, his tongue tracing over me in slow, wet caresses—my skin was on fire. I let out a low moan as my body arched into the bed. “Keep still,” he said. Having spread the strawberries and grapes over my abdomen, he took one into his mouth, holding it between his lips as he settled between my legs and spread them farther apart. Looking up from under his lashes, his smoldering gaze still visible, and with the strawberry still in his mouth, he trailed it over my sex. His head moved from one side to the other, back and forth, gently flicking

my clit with the chilled fruit. My muscles tightened as he lowered his head and continued the sweet, delicious journey to my eager orchid. He traced the strawberry over my sex and then moved it between my lips, sliding it up and down the wet slit. He looked up at me, his eyes dark and hungry as he took the strawberry into his mouth, biting into it and then swallowing. Aiden groaned. “Strawberry Virginia. My new favorite flavor,” he said, as he started again, placing a string of slow, sweet kisses between my legs, his mouth lingering on my inner thigh as he moaned into my skin. “You smell so good…too good,” he murmured. Then his mouth covered my clit, suctioning as his tongue encircled the stimulated bud, moaning around it. And then finally, his tongue dipped into my sweet center. “Ahh…” I trembled, my body weakening as I opened my legs wider, letting him go deeper inside me. “You’re driving me crazy,” I panted. His licks were slow and tender—worshipping me with his mouth and making love to my pussy with his tongue. “Ohh…yes.” I moaned. “Aiden. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” Each sweet dip into me was like those decadent chocolates—sinful and not nearly enough. His tongue stroked my pussy with a precision so focused that I quickly lost myself. Without warning, my orgasm was his, deeply pulsing, flowing in waves, and flooding his mouth. I gripped the sheets, gasping his name as he captured and held my very essence. Aiden emerged from between my thighs and straddled my legs, crawling over me like a graceful tiger. He reached for one of the grapes and traced a titillating path up my body, moving it ever so slowly over my abdomen, to the curve of my breast, to my neck and then to my mouth. Teasing me, he traced the grape along my parted lips before finally letting me taste. I bit the very tip of the fruit just as his tongue joined mine. Kissing my chin, the side of my mouth, and then focusing his attention on my neck, his hand captured my breast, cupping it whole, squeezing toward the tip and then rolling my nipple between his fingers. My hands were in his hair, clutching handfuls as he lowered his head to the sensitive peak of my breast and started to suck with soft, deep pulls. Releasing my nipple, he looked directly into my eyes. “I want to fulfill your every fantasy.” “You already do, Aiden,” I breathed. “Every time you so much as touch me.” My core literally ached for him. I craved his touch in a way that denied all understanding. His tongue trailed over my skin as he slid his fingers inside me. I cried out as he turned his attention to my other breast, pulling my nipple into his mouth and sucking hard as my hips rolled into fingered thrusts that scissored and twisted with each push into me. “I want you,” I whispered. His mouth hovered over mine, barely touching my lip with his tongue. We were breathing each other in, biding time. Just as the longing became unbearable, his lips sealed over mine. “Mmm.” I moaned. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and eased his fingers out of me. His erection was hard and

tempting, softly prodding my sex as he licked into my mouth, caressing my tongue with long, deep licks. Moving his thigh between mine, he gently filled me, inch by delicious inch, stretching me until I could take no more. I cried out, my body arching as he stilled. “I’m going to make love to you all night, Aria.” He looked down at me, and his dark emerald gaze pierced mine, giving validity to our connection. Our fingers intertwined as he pushed into me again and then he was on my neck, the warm velvet of his tongue searing my skin. Each deep, gentle plunge was like another binding to my soul. He had marked me as his a long time ago, but this was different…deeper, like nothing I’d ever experienced. Every part of him—his mind, his body, and his spirit—was calling to me, pulling me under, and taking me over. “I want you to come for me, okay, baby.” “Yes.” I clawed at his back, moaning into his chest, as his scent filled my lungs, becoming my very breath. “I want to feel you contracting around me…losing yourself…surrendering everything to me.” My body responded to his skill, to his voice, to his command—the pleasure building and building until there was no more. And then it all came falling down, crashing around me like a thousand waves. He stroked my sex with a finesse that beckoned my submission…and unable to resist, my body obeyed. I attempted to resurface, but the feel of his skin and the smell of his body mixed with mine was like a concentrated dose of aphrodisia coursing through my veins—pulling me back under. With one arm supporting his position, he hovered over me, guiding me so that I was lying on my side. His long fingers curved around my waist, pulling me back toward him. Our bodies were perfectly aligned as his hand trailed its way to my sex. With a feather light touch, he rotated the tip of his finger over my clit, stimulating the erect bud, and driving me toward another orgasm. I let out a low moan as he slid two fingers up and down my cleft. When he squeezed my swollen lips, and applied pressure to my clit, my body convulsed again. Repositioning my leg, he slowly pushed into me. “I love the way your body feels against mine. We fit perfectly. I was made for you, Aria,” he murmured, as he pushed harder, going deeper. My body arched away from his, but he pulled me back to his chest, restoring our contact, restoring our connection. And once again, he was taking me under. “I love you so much,” he whispered. “So much,” he repeated as his hand traveled to my breast. “I want to make you lose control.” “Ahh…yes,” I panted. This is what I wanted. This is what I craved. It felt like a forbidden part of heaven. His mouth moved along my neck as he stroked my sex, penetrating deeply—connecting our minds and our bodies and carrying us far above the plains of Italy, to the place that only he and I had been. It was celestial. It was breathtaking. It was ours.

Rushed and labored breathing steamed across our faces as we sat up in bed to face each other. Aiden pulled me into a kiss and then grasped my waist, guiding me over him. Wrapping my fingers around his manhood, I lowered my body to join us once more. I slowly sheathed his erection, wincing as I eased his hardness inside my soft, wet petals, and like two insatiable lovers, we both started to move. I gripped each slow push into me, contracting the walls of my sex, and meeting him with full, deep rolls. Sliding my hands up Aiden’s back, I clung to him, my mouth pressed against his. My body molded to his. My mind was close to overload, struggling to balance the sensations surging through me. Everything was exploding in brilliant colors so bright that my mind nearly shut down at its vibrancy. Aiden’s hand moved up my back and fisted my hair. “You belong to me. You’re mine…in every way,” he whispered. His tongue softly swept my collarbone, and then I felt the sting of his teeth biting into my skin just as I sank down to his thick root. As another wave of rapture seized me, I cried out, clutching his back, my nails clawing his skin as they slid down his muscular frame, the depths of my soul exploding around him. Grasping his rounded shoulders, I moved my tongue across his skin, tasting of him. Then there was a deep rumbling in his chest as he joined me in my release. His mouth was on my neck, muffling his impassioned growls as he filled me and deepened our connection— a bond that would never be broken. Hours later, we were lying in bed, my exhausted body resting atop his while he traced his fingers up and down my back. “I love you,” I said, as I started to drift off. “I’ve placed my heart in your hands,” he said and kissed my hair. “And it’s yours to keep. I love you, Aria. Don’t ever leave me.” “Never. I’ll never leave,” I whispered into his chest. There was no way I could. My heart had been captured by the man of my dreams, and I was his—now until forever.

* * * * * The following day, we were either in bed or in the tub—wrapped in each other’s arms and consumed with desire. When we finally emerged for air, we stepped out onto the balcony and looked at the beautiful Italian sky. The blanketed darkness of twinkling lights offered just the right amount of illumination to conceal two naked lovers. I briefly wondered if my parents were close by looking at the same gorgeous night. A smile crossed my lips as I pictured them together. Sighing, I turned to face Aiden. I loved him more than I could express with mere words. It was visceral; he was a part of me. It was an existence I didn’t think I’d ever want. He’d given me a love that I could never forsake.

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We were coasting along the waters of the Grand Canal. Aiden coolly steered the yacht as his hair blew casually in the wind, the gleam of the sunlight flashing in the lenses of his aviators. I stared contently as he cast glances here and there. I should have been focused more on the sights, but he was more breathtaking than any landmark I’d see here. I followed Aiden’s gaze and my eyes fell upon a man and woman sitting underneath one of the restaurant awnings. I lingered on the couple. My parents! The chances of them being my Mom and Dad were slight, I knew that…but I wanted to believe it was them. As the boat carried us further away, I started to squint, desperate to make out the man’s features. It had been too many years since I’d seen my father, but I imagined the man I saw from a distance would have been the person my father had grown into. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t let Aiden know who I thought I saw. I didn’t want to spoil my illusion. I wanted to keep it as my own private memory—that my parents watched me and my husband sail down the waters of the Grand Canal. Even if it wasn’t true, the fantasy was enough for me. The boat slowed to a crawl as I walked back toward Aiden. Looking up at him, I placed my palm on his cheek. He’s the only one who could have ever bound me, both sexually and legally. He was my husband. “I love you, Mr. Raine.” “I love you more, Mrs. Raine.” “Kiss me,” I said. “Kiss me like you don’t want anything else in the world but me.” “That’s easy, because you’re all I’ll ever want.” He leaned down and his lips covered mine in a deep, ravenous kiss that left me yearning for more. I wrapped my arms around him and joined in his appreciation of the beauty of Venice. My head was on his chest, and as I listened to his heartbeat, I realized that his matched mine—a confirmation of what I already knew—we were two destined souls who had become one. The love we shared was like an all-consuming drug—addictive and burning. It took on a face of its own and it wasn’t always pretty, often exposing parts we didn’t wish to see. It was a love that was both beautiful and intense. It was ragged and imperfect…and it was ours. I knew it would never be easy with Aiden, because that simply wasn’t our way—we were both too headstrong for that, which meant we’d have our fair share of arguments, but if he could bend, I would bend a little more, and that’s where we’d find our version of a compromise. I was sure there would be times when we would stand at an impasse, both of us too stubborn to bend at all…but that didn’t matter. We were in this forever. We were two halves of the same whole. I could no more remove him from my heart as I could remove the blood from my veins. I was his. There would be no other for me…only him— only his voice, only his skill, only his love, only his touch. THE END

Epilogue “Well hot damn! Further proof you’re with the wrong Raine brother, Ms. Aria.” “Hello, Nicholas, I said, reaching up to hug him. “Has Aiden seen you in these clothes?” “No. Why?” He grinned. “That explains why you still have them on.” “What?” “You know he’s not going to let you walk out of the house in that.” “Excuse you, Nicholas, but I’m an adult. I don’t require Aiden’s approval on my wardrobe. He’s not the boss of me.” “Yeah, but he thinks he is. He thinks he’s the boss of everybody.” That was true, but I wasn’t going to let Aiden even think he could determine what I’d wear. I looked down at my clothing and then back at Nicholas. “You don’t think he’ll like it?” “Oh, he’s going to more than like it. He may take you back upstairs and show you just how much he likes it. I know I kid around about it, but had you crossed my path first, you would have been mine.” “What makes you think I would have been a willing conquest. I’ve heard you’re quite the playboy, and man whores aren’t really my thing.” “Not with you. You’re the kind of woman that makes the best of playboys stop playing. Why do you think Aiden is so head fucked over you?” “Head fucked?” “He’s changed. I know a lot of it has to do with my nephew, but even before the baby, he was different.” Nicholas and I stepped into the entertainment room and my eyes immediately found Aiden’s. He was reclined on the couch, smoking a cigar. His leg was crossed, his ankle resting on his knee. Allison whistled and I forced my eyes away from Aiden’s, smiling at his sister’s compliment. “I think Aria should be on my arm,” Nicholas announced to the others. “And why is that?” I asked. “I will appreciate you in something like this far more than Aiden will. He’s not going to be cool with you going out like this. Isn’t that right, bro?” I watched as Aiden drank me in. A slow, sexy smile forming on his sculpted lips as his dark gaze slid over me. Smoke coolly escaped his mouth as he exhaled. Uncrossing his leg, he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. He dropped the cigar in a canister on the table, and then he looked at Nicholas. “She’s gorgeous and most importantly, she’s mine.” He smirked and glanced back at me, the

heat of his gaze touching my skin. “I’m not worried. She knows who she’s coming home with.”

ARIA AND AIDEN’S STORY CONTINUES IN THE UPCOMING SEQUEL TO THE UNTOUCHED SERIES FOREVER TOUCHED Coming Soon from Lilly Wilde!

Discussion Questions Aria knows she can’t see her father. Will she remain content with that or will she try to find a way to contact him? If Aria thought she could leave, would she have left with Lyric when she found out Nadia was still a threat? Why did Aria feel it was so important to see Nadia for herself? Was it difficult for Aiden to allow Kellan to be a part of Aria’s special day? How did you feel when you learned that Aiden had arranged for April to be at the wedding? Would Aiden have told Aria about her dad had he not been pushed to do so? Do you agree with Aiden’s reason for not telling Aria about her dad sooner? What did you enjoy about the visit to Seducente? Did anything surprise you? Were you surprised by Kellan’s hook-up? Do you think Nadia will one day recover? Was Aiden’s idea to have the wedding in Italy a coincidence or was there a reason? What did you like most about the wedding? Do you think Aria’s mom is alive? What is one of your favorite quotes in the book? Do you think Kellan and Sloan will enter into a true relationship? What really prompted Sienna to see a therapist? Her hurt over the fallout from Lyric’s abduction or the fact that Aiden was shutting her out? Sienna didn’t seem to care for Dianna. Why did she not fire her? What did you think of Sienna and Aria’s relationship? Aria plans to have Aiden help her locate other members of her family. Why is Aria eager to reconnect with them? What is one of your favorite scenes in Only His Touch, Part Two? Why?

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Books by Lilly Wilde Untouched—Book One of The Untouched Series Touched—Book Two of The Untouched Series Touched by Him—Book Three of The Untouched Series Only His Touch (Part One)—Book Four of The Untouched Series Only His Touch (Part Two)—Book Five of The Untouched Series Forever Touched—Book Six of The Untouched Series What readers are saying about Untouched: “Simply Exquisite!! This book is amazing! The description of the characters is so vivid and extremely catching. I felt like I was actually living the story. I was so drawn to Aria, Aiden, and April. The communication between Aiden and Aria is so touching… I laughed throughout the book and cried at the end. Cannot wait to read more… I love the sensuality of it all. One of the best breathtaking books I have read so far. Can’t wait for the next one. Great writer! Awesome Job Lilly!” ~ Review from Amazon “Lilly Wilde gives you the same excitement we got from Fifty Shades and The Crossfire Series. Except Lilly delivered it to us in a whole new way. It was so much more realistic than the others that you not only finished it yearning for your own Aiden, but you actually think it’s possible to find him. You are captured from the beginning to the end. You fall in love with this couple. This couple is so sexy, and your mind takes you away to forbidden places and feelings. It’s a great story and a sexy read. You don’t want to miss out on this!!!!!” ~ Review from Amazon “I loved your book! Aiden was a perfect cross between Christian Grey and Jesse Ward…The perfect man.” ~ Review from Amazon “I’ve read a lot of books, many from this genre—Fifty Shades, Crossfire Series, This Man, etc.— and in a word this book is AMAZING. You immediately become invested in the characters and take this emotional roller coaster ride with them. I found this book to have more real life undertones than some of the others I’ve read, making the characters more relatable. It has been said that every story has

been told. Well, that may be, but definitely not in this fashion. It's a must read!” ~ Review from Amazon “What else can be said about a phenomenal writer who brought to life two amazing people in a story that is not only emotionally charged, but is realistic? Aria and Aiden will capture you from the beginning and won’t let you go. I can’t get enough of them. Reading this, I had every emotion possible. I was happy, pissed, sad, and curious, but mostly I was captivated by their story…” ~ Review from Amazon What readers are saying about Touched: “Once again author Lilly Wilde has delivered an amazing story of love, lust, romance, intrigue, heartache, and suspense. From the first sentence of Touched to the last, the author’s way with words pulls you right into the story and leaves you wanting and wondering…craving more. Great job Lilly Wilde. Looking forward to the next step in Aria’s and Aiden’s journey.” ~ Review from Amazon “Lilly Wilde, you are truly AMAZING. I couldn’t and wouldn’t put this book down. I fell in love with Aiden and Aria in the first book of the trilogy (Untouched) and I fell in love with them even more in Touched. I had probably every emotion a person could have. It had twist and turns in every chapter. I could see Aiden and Aria in my mind and hear them talking in my head. I want Touched by Him out NOW. I can’t wait to see how all the twist and turns play out. I can’t believe you just started writing not long ago. I am a HUGE fan of yours now and for life. Your books have me shocked and amazed. Thank you for writing these books and taking me away. I will be searching for my Aiden while I wait for Touched by Him” ~ Review from Amazon “After reading Untouched (Book 1)…I was hooked and (Book 2) Touched certainly didn't disappoint me… Wow, the story line is amazing and so real. Lilly Wilde has smashed it again. Personally I now think 50 Shades is rubbish! (Sorry to you 50 Shades lovers; yes, I used to be one myself. ) Touched is way more realistic, and has so much more to offer. The main characters are brilliant, the story line is so gripping. Loads of drama, and as for the hot sex, this will not disappoint you. I couldn’t put my Kindle down! Seriously this is a must read!” ~ Review from Amazon “ABSOUTELY LOVE THE UNTOUCHED SERIES. I love every detail about Aiden and Aria, who are both strong, confident, career—driven people with a love and passion so strong it’s unbreakable. I

was so entranced from beginning to end that I didn’t want to stop reading. I enjoyed Untouched so much, and I knew would fall in love with Touched as well. The story unravels detail by juicy detail, and I love it…A LOT! This book will have you crying, screaming, and begging for more, all in one chapter. I haven’t cried after reading a book since I read FSOG and this book did it…. The waterworks flooded my sheets. If you’re looking for a book that has a great story line and some steamy scenes…then look no further. This is the book for you.” ~ Review from Amazon “Wow, I knew this series was good but I’m floored by just how good. I could hardly put Touched down; each chapter is like candy. Aria and Aiden are hot as lava together, and you’ll be on the edge till “The End.” I can’t wait for the third book. I will read anything written by Lilly Wilde. Anything!” ~Review from Kobo “Lilly Wilde has ruined me for other authors. Her style draws you in from the first sentence. The story of Aria and Aiden is one that I just cannot get enough of. Touched and Untouched (the first book in this trilogy) made me experience every emotion possible. I feel like I am part of this story. Part of these characters’ lives. And that is what a great book is supposed to do. The heat and passion in this book is intense. Once I started it, I found it difficult to put down. I simply cannot wait to read more of their story. I need more of Aria and Aiden in my life.” ~Review from Barnes & Noble “Wow, Lilly, I just want to say how amazing this was. I was hooked after book one, but now I can't wait until book three. You grab the reader and don’t let go. Please hurry with #3!!!” ~Review from Barnes & Noble “I cannot believe it!!!! I never thought a book could leave me in such a state! I’m an emotional wreck, but Miss Lilly, you have done this to me with Aria and Aiden’s story. I’m forever changed. I fell in love with Aiden and Aria within the first few pages of Untouched. In the beginning, I thought this typically would be a hot, kinky, sex—craved story, but boy was I wrong!!!! It’s soooooo much more than that. I was instantly hooked. Lilly pulled me deeper down the rabbit hole, curious to know more. I couldn’t stop myself!!!! I had no control to put this book down. I felt like I was living in this story and feeling every emotion with it. I laughed, I really cried, my jaw dropped as to how much I was turned on, and I do mean a lot!!!!! I’ve been exposed to all things that are Aiden and like a starved, crazed woman I want more. I need more Lilly. I’ll be pulling my hair out waiting for the next installment to be released. This is one trilogy you’ll want in your collection, ladies! This is one trilogy I will never forget, and I know a group of ladies that never will, either. I applaud you, Lilly, on a fantastically

awesome job. I’m sooooo happy that I got to experience this. You truly are an amazing writer. I’ll be waiting for what’s to come next!” ~Review from Barnes & Noble “Lilly Wilde did it again! The second installment of Aiden and Aria’s story was even more emotional than the first. I cannot wait for the third. This book will have you laughing and crying all on the same chapter. Lilly is an amazing writer with a talent for telling a story that is a steamy and fun to read. She makes you feel like you are a part of the story and the characters are long—time friends.” ~Review from Smashwords “This book series really makes you feel like you are a part of the action. I cried, I laughed, I got mad. You will fall deep into this series and will not want to come back to reality. Lilly Wilde takes you on a rollercoaster of emotions, and you will forever love it. To be so entwined with them is great. You will not want to put the book down, and when it’s over you will literally be begging for more. I can’t wait for the release of the last book.” ~Review from Smashwords What readers are saying about Touched by Him: “Lilly Wilde, there aren't enough words to describe how I felt while reading Touched By Him. I am completely Blown Away! The emotions that I felt are and WERE indescribable - I cried, I yelled, I laughed and almost threw my IPad a time or two. What an emotional roller coaster Touched By Him was. 5++++++ STARS!!!! Aiden Raine is by far my ONE AND ONLY BOOK BOYFRIEND. He is domineering, arrogant, sexy and sweet all rolled into one - A TOTAL ALPHA MALE!!! Touched by Him brought me to my knees! I read a lot of books…I love all types of genre but I don't think I have ever been as emotionally invested in characters as I am with those in The Untouched Series. Lilly Wilde has created a world I wish I lived in. Aiden Raine is one sexy Alpha Male - even with all his idiosyncrasies I have fallen in love with him. Touched by Him is a must read!!! Lilly Wilde, you did an amazing job and I cannot wait for Aiden, Aria and Lyric's journey to continue in Only His Touch!!!” ~ Review from Goodreads "OMG!!! What a page turner!!! An intoxicating breathtaking, ground shaking continuance of the most amazing love story ever told!!! The story’s turns and twists and the emotions run raw from page to page! Aiden and Aria on their amazing journey! Lilly captured me from Untouched - threw me to the

wall with Touched - and brought me to my knees with Touched by him! A page turner, crying-your-eyesout continuance of our amazing story!” ~ Review from Goodreads “When you are anxious to read the next book in a series, you sometimes don’t like it or it does not live up to your expectations. But OMG author Lilly Wilde did it again! I absolutely loved reading this book. It gripped me from beginning until the end. Sometimes I really wanted to smack Aiden upside the head. It was a beautiful, heart-wrenching story. Emotional, loving and HOT! Up until now Touched was my favorite, but Touched by Him just topped it. It really was worth the read and well written. I cannot wait to read the next one in this series! This one was worth more than 5 stars!” ~ Review from Amazon “Touched by Him is by far the best of Lilly Wilde's Untouched Series to date! Be prepared for twists and turns in the plot that you would never see coming and pure emotion that connects you with the characters more than ever while you laugh and cry along with them. With the introduction of a new character, Lyric, this installment of the Untouched Series will leave you blindsided in this book's underlying resonance of pure love as Aiden Raine and Aria Cason learn to explore new aspects and vulnerabilities of their relationship they never saw coming. As a reader, I took my time reading the first two installments of the Untouched Series, though Touched by Him had me always yearning for more and unable to stay away from the story for longer than a day at a time. If you think you have read all the variety available in modern erotica/romance, then be sure to put The Untouched Series to the test as Lilly Wilde will take your mind and heart to new and unexpected situations that will have you impressed that this story came together from the mind of one single author. The Untouched Series is a story you will not be sorry you picked up.” ~ Review from Barnes & Noble “Once again Lilly-Wilde has proven why she is untouchable as an author. I was completely enthralled in Touched By Him from the first sentence. Never would I ever think I could read not one, not two but THREE books that absolutely captured me and held me through to the words THE END!!! I cried, I laughed, I was so upset I almost through my kindle across the room and I wanted to fight!! Never have I ever read the work of an author who could reach me on so many levels and pull me thru so many emotions. When I started my journey in Untouched (Book1) and then Touched (Book2) I was captured from the start and Touched by Him did not let me down. Lilly-Wilde has a phenomenal way with words and the gift of storytelling that no one could hold a candle to. I cannot wait for the next

release. Thank you the beautiful gift that is the story of Aiden and Aria. Chomping at the bit to see where their journey leads to next!!! 5 stars from one of your biggest fans.” ~ Review from Amazon What readers are saying about Only His Touch, Part One: “5 Sweet and Passionate Stars! From the start, this series has been great and in true Lilly fashion, she nailed this one as well. The writing flowed and story line kept you wanting more. I love Aiden! I could not get enough of this man. I loved the special moments this couple shared in the story. It was sweet and passionate. I loved that they struggled with their trust. They were like a real couple. I can't wait for the last book!” ~A Book Lover's Emporium [Book Blog] “Another impossible to put down book by Lilly Wilde! I loved this next installment of the Untouched Series! I loved how we got to understand both Aria and Aiden's feelings of their time apart. I am hooked on this series!” ~Sharing My Book Boyfriends [Book Blog] “This series just captures you and you cannot stop reading! Ms. Wilde sure knows how to capture her audience. Can’t wait to read more!” ~Hot Books and Sassy Girls [Book Blog] “Lilly Wilde has created a book that will reach and test every emotion you have. I was blown away with the emotional connection I had with this book. I have read all four books in the series and I am shocked and amazed at how this story continues to stay fresh and new!” ~ Review from Goodreads “Be prepared to be speechless while falling in love again and again. This is an amazing story that will leave you wanting more. A story you will talk about after you finish the book!” ~ Review from Goodreads “Have you ever read a book where you aren't sure if you want to love or hate a character and you feel torn? Well, that is what happened in Only His Touch. I was so torn between loving and hating Aiden from one chapter to the next. Lilly Wilde does an amazing job of showcasing the emotions of each character and you feel emotionally attached to them throughout the book. ~ Review from Amazon



About the Author Lilly Wilde is the Author of The Untouched Series (Untouched, Touched, Touched By Him, Only His Touch and Forever Touched). She is a wife and mom who loves to fill each day with happiness and laughter. Lilly loves to dream, get lost in fantasy, and create alternate worlds in which we can escape ever so often. She’s down-to-earth, engaging, and compassionate, with a great sense of humor. Her laughter is one of the first qualities that you’ll notice; you’ll become instantly drawn to her witty and fun-loving spirit. Lilly spent a lot of time daydreaming as a child, which led to numerous hours of reading and eventually the writing of poetry. The first story Lilly began writing was entitled He Lied To Me, a novel she plans to complete in the near future. After years of starting and stopping several novels, she eventually set a goal to complete her debut novel, Untouched. Her stories are of strength, growth, facing demons, and stepping outside your comfort zone. They often surround topics of family and love and the beauty of both.