His office door opens with ease, almost as if it's an invitation for me to storm in. This may very well be his strategy, a game of cat and mouse to push my buttons.

I enter his office with a dramatic flourish, plopping down right in front of him on the table. He, however, remains resolutely focused on his phone, presumably attempting to figure out why his message didn't go through.

With a burst of frustration, I seize his phone from his grip and carelessly throw it to the floor. Unlike his treatment of my phone, I ensure the device has no soft landing. I want it shattered beyond repair, even challenging the engineering prowess of Apple's founders, Steve Jobs and Steve Wozniak as they won't be able to fix it.

I firmly grasp his jaws, making sure my manicured nails dig into his cheek, forcing him to meet my gaze. "The next time you barge into my office and treat me like that," I hiss, "you won't live to see another day."

Releasing my grip on his face, I rise to my feet, intending to make a swift exit. But, as luck would have it, nothing ever goes my way. His leg suddenly obstructs my path, causing me to stumble and fall back into his lap.

Annoyed beyond measure, he takes my leg and places it on the other side of him, pushing me forward. That slight shove leaves me straddled right on top of his crotch, my core pressed directly against his hardness. A surge of pleasure courses through me as I subtly shift my position, seeking more friction.

He lets out a low, almost inaudible moan. Encouraged by his reaction, I move again, and this time, his groan is louder, laced with desire. Maybe all these emotions are exploding within us because of how long it has been.

Our eyes remain locked in a tense standoff, a battle of control and lust.

My anger continues to simmer inside me, but so does a deep, undeniable arousal that courses through my body. I can feel the wetness pooling between my thighs, an uncomfortable and thrilling reminder of the built-up tension.

Aiden doesn't break the gaze as his grip tightens on my thighs, and he begins to move me back and forth. It's utterly absurd, two adults acting out in such a childish manner, humping each other as if it's a regular occurrence.

I can't hold back a soft whine as the rhythm between us escalates, but just as I'm on the verge of losing control, he stops abruptly. My frustration boils over, and I cry out in a mixture of pain and longing. Why does he keep teasing me like this?

He points to my pants, the intent in his eyes clear. "Take these off," he commands, and with swift motions, I comply, discarding all my clothing, leaving nothing between us but raw, exposed desire.

I look at the door and instantly he looks there too, sensing my internal struggle. "No one can come in without someone pressing this button," he points to a red button on the right side of the table, "or without entering the emergency code. I'm also very sorry about earlier."

I nod, hugging myself tightly.

"Come here," he gruffly instructs.

With his guidance, I place my hands behind my back, and he skillfully uses his tie to bind them, ensuring it's snug but not overly tight. His lips trail down my neck, creating an intoxicating path of sensations that I can already tell will leave me marked.

It dawns on me that my tied hands won't allow me to grasp his hair, a usual habit of mine during intimate moments. "Aiden, I need to feel and touch you, please."

He meets my gaze, recognizing my unspoken desires, as he's always done. With his hand positioned behind me, his lips tantalizingly close to mine, he unties the knot. Aiden has an innate understanding of my needs, and a simple gesture or word is enough for him to respond with a deep understanding of my desires.

Unintentionally, I wet my lips and begin to suck on them, nerves making me fidget. Although Aiden and I have fucked and made love more than we can possibly count, I can't help the butterfly erupting in my stomach as he stares at my body, mesmerizing each and every part.

With his hand, he slowly releases my lower lip, making it feel like we're caught in an underwater scene, moving in tantalizing slow motion. "I've missed you so much. But I'm still hurt," he murmurs, kissing the side of my lip before capturing my full, plump lips in a tender, electric embrace.

My heart races as I try to decipher what he's talking about. Did he find out?

Feeling trapped, I'm faced with a choice: ignore the revelation and enjoy our passionate reconnection, or pull away and confront the issue.

The first option is tempting, so my left-hand dives into his hair, urging him closer, while my right fingers reluctantly trace along his collarbone.

His lips feel incredibly warm and soft, sending shivers down my spine. In that fleeting moment, I yearn for this connection to last forever. With a gentle parting, his lips invite mine, and I eagerly respond, allowing our tongues to entwine. Our breaths mingle in a heady cocktail of shared desire, and the rhythm of our combined heartbeats resonates through our chests as he hastily strips away his clothes and my underwear. Now, we stand before each other, completely bare and exposed.

After a breathless pause, I finally allow my gaze to settle on him-on all of him.

My jaw drops, eyes widening as a jolt of surprise and desire courses through me, making my eyebrows involuntarily shoot up.

The Aiden I knew four years ago's dick would fit in my tight pussy and I thought he was huge then. Now he looks so much bigger. So, how the fuck is that supposed to fit?

He registers my concern and he smirks, his dimples showing slightly.

"It will hurt but trust me, it will fit," he says in all seriousness.

No fucking way I'm going to let him put that thing anywhere near me! I'd rather walk out still sexually frustrated.