Chapter 9

Pulling into my parking spot in the underground parking of my penthouse, my head fills with concern. I just told Aspen about my fake relationship with Liv. Why? I have no fucking idea. I haven't even told the guys it's fake and I know I can trust them with anything. But Aspen? Somehow even barely knowing her, she's got this pull on me that has me wanting to tell her anything and everything, so long as it keeps her here with me.

It's dangerous.

Sheis dangerous.

As we make our way inside, I watch her eyes light up with wonder at the sheer magnitude of the building. The penthouse suite was a gift from my parents for my twentieth birthday, not that it was something I wanted. They more or less thought it necessary. They couldn't have their circles on the Upper East Side talking about their son and how he's living in the dorms with the rest of the college kids. That honestly would've been perfectly fine for me.

"This place is insane," Aspen whispers, running her hand along the smooth concrete wall. I laugh, pressing the button next to the elevator before sliding my hands in my pockets. Her eyes roam the long and elegant hallways, taking in every inch of it all. "I can't even imagine what it must cost to live here. It's nice." Her eyes find their way to mine, which have been glued to her since we walked in. "What?" she asks.

"Nothing," I smirk. "You're right, it's a nice building, but the most beautiful part about it right now, is you."

"Does that work with all the girls?" she laughs cheekily. The elevator dings and the doors slide open. I follow her inside.

"Don't know. Fake girlfriend and all, I haven't really had a chance to test it out," I explain, pressing the penthouse button.

"Right," she adds. We lean against opposite walls, facing each other as the doors close. Her ocean eyes lock with mine as she tucks a loose curl of her hair behind her ear.

God, she is fucking perfect.

My cock hardens as I watch her pull her pouty bottom lip into her mouth with her teeth teasingly. She knows exactly what she's doing, and she loves it. We hold each other"s stare as the elevator makes its way up to the twenty-ninth floor, where my penthouse sits at the top of the building. The silent seconds pass slowly, each one spent making it harder not to cross the small space and pin her against the wall. Especially in that goddamn dress.

Bringing her here wasn't the best idea I've ever had, even though inside I'm fucking pumped she's at my place. Keeping my hands off of her is going to be harder than I expected. Off-limits or not, tonight, Aspen Anderson is the enemy"s net and there"s not a goalie in sight to stop me from scoring. The bell dings again, signaling we've reached the top floor, and the doors open up to reveal the main entrance to my penthouse.

"The penthouse? Really?" she smiles. Finally breaking our gaze, she pushes herself off the elevator wall and heads inside. My eyes follow her, watching the way her tight little ass sways in her fitted gown as she walks ahead of me.

Control yourself.

I need to get a grip. She's off-limits.

She's a Knight.

"Why do you sound so shocked?"

The entrance opens up to a large open living space with a wall of crystal clear windows that overlook downtown New York. The decor is all matching. Different shades of gray and blue with the odd fake plant my mom's interior designer shoved on a shelf or table to give the place a little touch of nature.

"I don't know," she replies as she spins in a circle, her eyes taking everything in from the smooth tile floors to the crystal chandelier that hangs from the sixteen-foot ceiling. "Just doesn't feel like you."

"And you would know what feels like me? You've known me for what, two days?" I laugh.

"You know what I mean. Although I will say, I can believe you and Oliva aren't actually dating after seeing this place."

"Oh, so you didn't believe me before?"

"I mean, anyone can lie and say their girlfriend isn't their girlfriend. Guys do it all the time, but, having seen this place, there"s no way in hell you guys are actually dating. This place has ‘bachelor pad' written all over it."

"I don't know if I should be offended or glad," I laugh.

Fuck, she's got a little feisty side to her.

My cock hardens again, and I immediately know I need to focus my attention on something else. "Let me get you some clothes to change into," I say, kicking off my shoes as I slide out of my coat and hang it over the back of the gray sectional in the center of the living room.

"Oh, right. Yeah, that would be great. Thanks," Aspen replies as she makes her way to the windows. "This view is fucking incredible."

Looking up, I find her slowly sliding out of her jacket. In the dim lighting of the penthouse, her silhouette next to the snowy cityscape is easily the most beautiful thing I think I've ever witnessed.

"Yeah, million-dollar view," I reply with a hushed tone as I make my way down the hallway.

Reaching my closet, I open it, grab a pair of my boxers and a plain tee, and place them on the counter in the bathroom across the hall for her. Opening the drawer in the oversized vanity, I pull out a brand-new toothbrush and a small tube of toothpaste and place them on top. Stanley has a stockpile of them for the revolving-door of chicks he brings home for the night.

I make my way back out to the main living space and find her still taking in the sights of the city from way up here. The penthouse is silent. The wind outside from the winter storm whistles, blowing glittering snowflakes against the large windows. "I left you a change of clothes in the bathroom."

She jumps at the sound of my voice. "Right, thank you," she replies.

I watch as she kicks off her heels, and bunches up the fabric of her gown. Her eyes find their way back to mine, and she smiles as she heads to the bathroom. The door clicks behind her.

Making my way to the large modern kitchen, I open one of the top cupboards and pull out a bottle of my favorite whiskey. "What's your drink of choice?" I shout, my voice echoing around the open room.

"What are my options?" Aspen calls back to me.

"Well, I wasn't really expecting guests, so we're sort of limited," I laugh. "Whiskey, rum and I think I have some wine in the fridge."

"White or red?"

Pulling open the oversized stainless steel fridge door, I grab the bottle of wine that one of Stanley"s guests left here.

"Red."

"Perfect," she replies. I jump, having expected to hear her voice from the bathroom but instead, her soft voice comes from behind me. Spinning around with the wine in hand, I find Aspen on the other side of the island, wearing my Makos practice jersey.

Well, fuck me.

Her long ashy hair is hanging in loose beach waves down her back, and the makeup she wore tonight has been washed away, leaving her completely natural and utterly beautiful. The jersey hangs off her shoulders and is so oversized I can't even see the boxers I know I gave her, but hope she's not wearing.

"Hope you don't mind. It was hanging on the back of your door and well, it looked warmer than the shirt," she admits with a cheeky smirk as she brings herself to stand next to me. "Where do you keep the glasses?"

I find myself speechless.

The sight of her in my jersey has me unable to form words. My eyes scan her up and down, taking in the sight of her in Makos colors.

I'm fucked.

As if I wasn't already struggling to keep my hands off her tonight. Blue is her color, but not just any blue. Makos blue.

Still unable to find the words for everything my head is thinking, I point to the cupboard behind her, directing her to the glasses as I place the bottle of wine on the island. She spins on her heel, giving me her back as she crosses the small space to the cupboard.

LEXINGTON.

The sight of my name on her back makes my heart stop.

It makes me feel things I know I shouldn't.

That's my fucking name and my number.

And fuck if it doesn't suit her.

"So, you're a whiskey guy, huh?" she asks, her voice soft and alluring as she stands on her toes to reach the glasses.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," I finally manage to utter. She places the glasses on the marble counter of the island and takes the bottle of wine, popping the cork out before she pours herself a glass. I follow her lead, filling my glass with a few inches of amber whiskey. Our eyes lock as we both lift the drinks to our lips. The liquor burns as it glides down my throat, but I welcome the pain. "We should sit," I add, directing her toward the large sectional.

"Yes, please. My feet are killing me after wearing those god-awful shoes all night."

"I will never understand why you women put yourselves through it. I mean sure, they make your ass look great, but I don't think you need to suffer for that."

"Oh? So you think my ass looked great tonight?" she smirks cockily as she sits down next to the large window. She pulls her legs up into her chest and covers them with my jersey for warmth as she eyes me flirtatiously.

Fuck. My lips pull into a grin as I take a seat next to her.

"I mean, I may have checked you out a few times," I admit, shaking my head at her as I bring the glass to my lips again.

"And what did you think?" she asks curiously.

"Honestly, I think you're easily the most gorgeous girl I've ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. Even without putting yourself through hell in those," I reply, nodding my head toward where she left her shoes.

She smiles, flashing me a glance at her pearly white teeth before tossing back the remaining wine in her glass and placing it on the table. Her ocean blue eyes sparkle in the dim lighting as she slowly moves towards me, and slides herself onto me. Taking my glass, she places it on the table next to hers.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

Holding my confused stare, her eyes fill with hunger. "No one has to know but us. I want this, Duke. And I know you do too," she whispers against my ear, raising goosebumps along my skin.

My hands instinctively find their way to her hips and slide under the thick fabric of my jersey to find that she never put the boxers on but left on her little lace thong. A growl vibrates through my chest, and I grab the back of her head, pulling her lips to mine. The kiss is hungry and filled with a need unlike anything I've ever felt. Aspen feels like everything I've craved for so long but never knew I was missing.

Her hips grind against my hardening cock as she teases my tongue with hers. I let her take full control.

"Just this once," she utters in soft breaths against the shell of my ear.

She slowly slides her hands to my jeans and unbuttons my belt. Her hand slips inside, freeing my hard cock from both my jeans and my boxer briefs. She strokes it slowly, wrapping her soft hand firmly around its thickened girth. My head falls back as moans slip from my lips. She peppers soft kisses down my neck and shoulders as she sits straddled over me.

"Pull them to the side," she mutters before her lips slam over mine again.

Fuck, this is really happening.

I do as she says, reaching between her legs to pull the thin fabric of her lace underwear to the side, holding them in place as she lines herself up.

Breaking our kiss, I whisper, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

She doesn't answer. Instead, she crashes down on my cock, taking its full length in one movement.

"Jesus," I groan, my grip tightening on her hips as I hold her in place.

It takes all my willpower not to bust from how tight her pussy is gripping me. My chest rises and falls fast as she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling my face to her chest. My jersey hangs off her shoulder, revealing some of her flushed flesh to me. Just when I think I have control over myself, she begins to rock her hips, slowly.

Fuck.

Her arms loosen their hold, and her head falls back as she finds her groove and begins to ride me. Looking up at her, I sink my teeth into the exposed flesh of her collar.

"Oh fuck, yes," she cries out before picking up the pace.

The sex is carnal. Full of passion and hunger. The way she moves on me like she's needed this as badly as I have.

"Aspen," I whisper, knowing if she doesn't slow down, I'm not going to last much longer.

"Yes? God, Duke, you feel so fucking good," she whimpers before her lips once again find mine. Frantically, she grinds, keeping her eyes locked with mine while her wet pussy glides up and down my shaft with the guidance of my hold on her hips. Lifting my hand from her hip, I lower it to her round ass, smacking it. The sound echoes around the empty penthouse. "Fuck. Yes. Again, please."

"Fuck, Aspen. You're gonna make me-" I moan into her mouth as I bring my hand down on her ass again, harder this time. My hand finds its way back to her hip, gripping her tightly and guiding her motions. Bringing my thumb to her mouth, I run it along her soft lip before pushing it into her mouth. Like the good girl she is, she wraps her lips around it and sucks on it. My cock twitches inside her as I pull my thumb from her mouth and lower it to her clit, moving it in circular motions as she rides me.

"Oh, yes," she moans. Her body convulses over me, her pussy clenching down around my cock as her orgasm hits her.

Unable to fight the urge anymore, I follow her lead, emptying myself inside her as she rides out her orgasm. She collapses against my chest and my head falls back against the couch.

Did that really just happen?

Fuck. I just fucked the enemy.

"We're a sweaty mess," she laughs.

"That we are," I reply, wrapping my arms around her. "Shower?" I ask.

Slowly, she tilts her chin up, resting it on my chest as she lifts her eyes to mine. "That would be great," she says, slowly climbing off me. She adjusts herself while I tuck myself back into my boxers.

"So uh, we didn't use any protection and well, I-"

"I'm on the pill, don't worry about it," she laughs as she gets up from the couch and makes her way toward the bathroom.

My lips pull into a smile at the sheer sass this girl has. I fucking love it.

But if watching her walk away with my name on her back and a pussy full of my cum doesn't make me feel some type of way…

Just once is never going to be enough.

Not with Aspen fucking Anderson.