Novels by Neney

I go back to the dance floor all the while locking my gaze at Aiden who’s still holding my gaze. As the music starts, I begin dancing, slow at first before increasing my tempo along with the music.Still looking at him, I cup my breasts together, pushing them out even more squeezing them before I eventually release them.I continue dancing as I stare at him, making all sort of sensual movements as I move my body to the beat.The music eventually stops and as anther one comes on,I dance my way to Aiden. And this time without waiting for me to,he parts his thighs and I insert myself in between them. “Did you like this one? It was specially for you.” I say as my hands moves up to play with his hair. “So much baby, I loved seeing you dance for me. Loved how you put on a show for me.” He murmurs as his lips trails kisses down my throat. “ Don’t

was at the work station trying out some of Grandma Lily’s recipe when Cam called out that I had a package.Cleaning my hands, I go out to meet him, holding a huge carton and I raise a brow. “I haven’t opened it honestly.” He says raising a hand up and I nod“Who’s it from?” I ask as I sign the delivery form and the delivery agent leaves.“Can’t you guess?”“Aiden.” I say before quickly running behind the counter to collect it from him. Untying the bow, I unwrap the package before opening the box and the contents immediately makes Cam squeal in delight. Reaching for the card attached, I quickly swipe it before he does. Turning it over, I see a scrawled message from Aiden.“Can’t get the image of you in this out of my head, so I bought you one. Wear it tonight, with the shortest gown you have .

“You’re here again.” Beverly says as she approaches me to hand over the menu and I shrug. “I did say that I’ll be in touch didn’t I?” I ask and she shrugs, “Two weeks ago.” She murmurs and I shrug, “I’ve been kinda busy that’s why I took so long. Won’t you take a sit?” I ask and she turns back to look at the cash register where Donnie’s sitting and glaring. “I’m on the clock.” She says slowly as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. “Hey Donnie, you won’t mind if Beverly here took some time to rest now, will you?” I yell at him and he says nothing…at least nothing comprehensible enough for me to understand. “Well that’s settled. Now come and sit, I brought s

"Are you still mad?" I ask as I unlock my door but he remains quiet. "Alright,your still mad." I mutter as I open the door and step in.The moment the door is locked behind us, Aiden spins me around quickly pressing my back against the door. "I don't like seeing other guys flirting with you." He murmurs staring down at me and I swallow at how low his voice is. "But I didn't flirt back and we're not even...." I begin but drift off, "Aren't you going to finish your sentence?" He asks or more like dares as his hands move under my skirt and he starts tracing his finger at the back of my legs and I shiver. "You're mine Hadley.." he begins as his hands go higher, "Not that bloke at the carnival, not that guy at the restaurant or every other guy that kept on staring

“What’d you want to do now?” Aiden asks and I look around the carnival, we had ridden the horse carousel admidst the stares; Aiden’s idea by the way, gone on several ferris wheels, eaten lots of candies and pastries which was my idea, gone on the water slides and now we just emerged from the hunted mansion which even though I know it’s fake still scared me enough to hold on to Aiden all through. “That bus ride..” I say but my tone implies that it’s more of a question and he scrunches his nose, “Then what do you want to do?” I question and he gives me a wolfish grin, “A lot of things.” He says and I swallow, “Aiden..” I warn and he gives an exasperated sigh. “Fine then. Let’s do that.” He says pointing to a man who’s shooting at targets and I

“How’d you find that cafe?” I ask Aiden as we walk on the sidewalk, “Ross gets my coffee and his team from there. He did mention something about a poor girl and an abusive bastard. It just clicked now.” He says and I nod before asking “So their coffee is to your taste?’ and at that he laughs before wrapping his arm around my waist and moving me closer to his side. “It used to be,but not anymore.” He says and I hum,. “Is my new face appealing?” he asks and I turn to look up at him. He had straightened out his curls and tIed into a short ponytail and was sporting a scruffy beard. The stud that used to be on his ear was no longer there a d his emerald green eyes were now a startling shade of blue, but he was still as hot as always. Running my hands through his beards I look up at him, "It’d take sometime to get used to your blue eyes, but still it’s appealing. Not