Revenge and Redemption: Aaron's Tale of Resilience

Chapter thirty-eight

She was already out of his arms and out of the stall. “Easy for you to say, you own the damn company.” she headed over to the mirror to check her disheveled, just fucked hair, and rumpled clothes. And if she looked enough, she could see reddened kiss marks on my neck.

“Oh no!” she gasped.

Aaron came up to the sink beside her. He wetted a handkerchief and began to approach her.

“I’ll do it myself,” she said, not sure she could handle him touching her again. It felt like she was about to spontaneously combust, both from anxiety and ecstasy, and it was all too much, all at once.

But he caged her, arresting her between the counter and his rock-solid frame until the only thing she could do was give in. She stared into his eyes as he lifted her skirt once again and slid her thong aside to cover it with his handkerchief.

Her eyes fluttered closed, her breathing pattern now in short desperate spurts.

When he was done, he arranged her clothes back in place and slipped the handkerchief into