I've gotta hand it to Aaron. He has this terribly over-the-top way of delivering apologies.

When we agreed to get a room, I thought we were grabbing a cheapo by-the-hour rental at the closest hotel that would have us. I was prepared for the worst. Weird stains on the comforter. The faint smell of cigarettes. A demanding cleaning lady popping in halfway through. And I would have endured it all, too.

That's how bad I want him. Kicking a bossy cleaning lady out of our fuck-room bad.

And for the record, I'd still do it, too.

But of course, I should have known better. I've got to learn to stop underestimating Aaron. I seriously do. He's a billionaire, for fuck's sake. And, I think, he's a romantic at heart. He wouldn't have started a dating site for a living if he wasn't.

If only the other women with profiles on Thebadboys.net had any idea of how good they could have it. He’s always been the best catch.

With Aaron, I'm pretty sure I'm never going to see the inside of another budget hotel room ever again.

He lets the key fall to the floor as we tumble through the doorway, kissing and laughing and stumbling inside. The door slams behind us and the smell of roses fills the air. The perfume of fresh flowers wraps around our bodies like warm blankets on a cold night.

It's only when I pull away to have a look at the place that I realize it's not just air freshener. Somehow, he's managed to fill the room with roses. With less than twenty minutes notice.

"How the hell…?" I ask, looking at him like he must be magic. Yer a wizard, Aaron!

Aaron only grins his sly, sexy grin.

"I might've taken certain measures in preparation," he admits, running his fingers up and down my spine. "When it comes to the forgiveness of a sexy-ass fox like you, Chloe…well, you can't blame a man for getting his hopes up."

"There has to be like, a hundred roses in here, Aaron!" I can hardly bring myself to look away from his gorgeous face, but the sight of a hundred roses is compelling enough that I manage it.

They're everywhere. Spilling over the top of the dresser. On the vanity, reflecting beautiful waves of rose red into the mirror. On the floor by the window. And, of course, on the bed.

And holy shit. The bed. The fucking bed.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry in the only way I know how," Aaron admits as I slip out of his embrace to have a look at the bed he's booked for us.

White silk sheets. A heart shaped mattress. It's placed up on a low pedestal, so I have to slip my shoes off to tiptoe up two steps before I lay back on it.

When I do, it starts to rotate. Spinning, nice and slow.

"What the fuck is this place?" I giggle in delight.

"I told them I wanted the most romantic room they could give me. I guess this is the honeymoon suite."

I sit up on the bed, then take to my knees as Aaron approaches. He's loosening his tie and rolling up his sleeves as he prowls towards me like a lion stalking a very willing piece of prey.

"You're too much," I say, licking my lips.

"Tell me something I don't know."

I fucking want him. More than I've ever wanted another man in my entire life. Despite all of the shit we've been through. Despite all the falsehoods and confusion and half-truths and outright lies.

I want Aaron. Not just for the night, but forever.

"I love you," I say. Not in the soft, sweet way that you're supposed to say it.

No, I use my slutty Chloe voice. The one that makes that smile on Aaron's face turn dark with desire in an instant.

"Is that so?" he asks.

Aaron pounces on the bed, grabbing for me, but I'm too quick for him. I scramble away, smiling like fucking idiot.

"Does that do it for you, Aaron?" I tease. My fingertips trail along the curves of my breasts as he stares. "Is that your kink?"

"Depends," he says, lunging for my ankle. I pull it away just in time. "Do you mean it?"

We're rolling around on the bed like assholes, caught in some predatory dance that predates ideas like love. Every time he reaches for me, I manage to evade him.

Which is silly, because I want nothing more than to feel his touch.

"I might," I say, finally dropping to my hands and knees and crawling towards him.

"I might mean it back," he says, reclining back on the mattress and letting me take him.

I wrap my fingers around his tie as I straddle him. He looks good in a tie, but he looks even better out of his clothes completely. I yank it free of its knot and go for his shirt next, tearing it open until I can kiss the delicious lines of the muscles of his chest.

"Don't lie, Daddy," I coo at him. I lick all the way up his sternum to his chin, leaving a hot trail of saliva along the center of his neck. "You adore me."

"I adore you," Aaron says. He runs his hands over my body and I fucking purr. "But I'll adore you more if you get these fucking clothes off."

"Make me," I challenge him.

I've never seen the world spin so fast before in my life. Suddenly, I'm the one on my back. Aaron is on top of me. The roses on the bed cradle my shoulders, soft silken petals against my soft silken skin. We crush them into the sheets as he kisses me.

It's a good thing he's a billionaire. These sheets are definitely going on his bill.

Aaron's lips are soft, but his kisses are hard. And they're not the only thing that’s getting hard, either. I wrap my legs around him and I can feel it. His cock, bulging against his pants, just begging to be unleashed.

Now, destroying the room is the last thing on my mind. Or maybe, it's the first. I want to wreck this place with him, leaving cum and honey and spit and love all over it.

He breaks the kiss to tear my fucking clothes off.

"Fuck," I breathe. "Aaron, I love you."

"Baby," Aaron says with his face buried between my tits. "You'd fucking better."

His tongue worships my body. I can't get enough of it. We're covered in rose petals, but what I'm really into is Aaron's scent. The smell of him, his cologne and beneath it, the warmth of his skin, has me drunk with lust.

My pussy is wet as he kisses his way down my stomach, and when he tears my panties off with his teeth, I swear I nearly orgasm then and there. Which is only a brief little taste of what Aaron can do. An appetizer, and my cunt becomes his main course.

He spreads my pussy lips wide open with his fingers. I can feel him inhaling with his nose between my legs, breathing me in. But smelling quickly leads to diving in for a taste. His mouth cups around my clit so hard that it makes my eyes roll back. My body ache in wanting. I know I'm going to come for him, I just don't know when.

I grab his hair, forcing his mouth deeper. Smearing my honey all over his cheeks and chin and nose. I want him to smell like my cunt. Taste like it. I want him to leave this hotel in the morning with my juices dried on his face. I want whatever poor bastard gets into the elevator with us to smell it on him and know exactly what he was doing last night.

He pulls away for a second to say something, but between the messages we've sent as Mr. BadBoy and Ms. Winters, and the heartfelt little scene we had back at the bar, I think we've done enough talking for now.

I hook my calves over his shoulders and trap him with my thighs, pulling him back in.

I can feel Aaron shift against me. I hear the clang of belt and the teeth of his zipper being spread open as he doubles his efforts, lashing out against my clit like it's been a very bad girl that needs to be punished.

He's masturbating, I realize. Jerking himself off while he licks my pussy.

Something about that is too fucking hot to handle. I hyperventilate while I orgasm against his lips and my body spasms against the rose petals and silk sheets. Every time I breathe in, I smell roses and him.