Chapter 1

**Aria**

Ace shoved both hands into his pockets, exasperated. "So you were planning on going home with Carter?"

I smirked. "Yeah. He's a nice catch. Did you see how hard he was because of me? Imagine riding that dick all night long-"

"Shut up!" He cut me off, jaw ticking. "Listen. You can go home with any man in there. I don't care. But not Carter."

I pouted. "Why? I like him."

"I don't want you hovering around my friend. Girls like you ruin friendships." His tone was sharp. "Now fuck off."

He turned on his heel, probably thinking that was the end of the conversation.

He thought wrong.

I immediately followed, my heels clicking against the pavement.

Ace stopped short, whirling around with a glare so lethal it could've set me on fire.

"Are you dumb? What part of fuck off don't you understand? Find your own way home."

I cocked my hip, planting my hands on my waist. "And how exactly do you suggest I do that?"

He exhaled, irritated. "Just do what you do best. Find a man with a nice car, take off your top like you did in my office, and I'm sure he'll be more than happy to give you a ride."

I grinned. "Okay."

Then I whipped off my top, exposing my lace bra, my breasts spilling out like a goddamn gift.

Ace froze.

His entire face went into system failure. I wish I had no bra on, so he could see how erect my nipples were.

"Jesus Christ!" He yelped, spinning around so fast you'd think I'd just flashed him a bomb. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

I feigned innocence. "What? I'm just doing exactly what you suggested." I cocked a brow. "You do have a nice car, don't you?"

He groaned, hands still covering his face. "You're insane. I'm not going anywhere with you!"

I sighed dramatically. "Well, I guess I should just go back inside. I'm sure Carter wouldn't mind taking me home, especially when he sees me topless-"

"NO!" Ace barked. His voice cracked a little, and I lived for it.

He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. Then, through clenched teeth: "Just... put your fucking top back on. I'll take you home."

This is me, putting in more effort than a contestant on a reality dating show, and this man? Completely unfazed. 

Stubborn? Oh, absolutely. 

But do I look like someone who backs down? Not a chance. 

I will have his attention if I have to skywrite my name in the clouds. But let's hit rewind to how I met this insanely attractive devil wrapped in bad decisions.

.........

A Few weeks ago.

What do you do when you get fired for being spectacularly incompetent?

Me? I grab a bottle of liquor, find a willing partner, and remind myself that while I may suck at my job, I definitely don't suck in bed.

Don't give me that look-I'm just trying to assure myself that I'm still good at something.

If I had to describe myself in one word? Wild. Unapologetically, irresistibly wild.

I'm Aria Jones-the most sex-crazed, thrill-seeking, adventure-loving sinner you'll ever meet. 

I have this uncontrollable thirst for wild adventurous sex. And trust me, I have zero plans of changing.

Honestly, I wasn't this way before. It all started when I lost my virginity at thirteen in my uncle's house. My hot uncle gave me my first orgasm while his wife was asleep.

And ever since then, I've developed this crazy obsession with sexual activity, especially forbidden sex. And right now, I really need to get laid because I lost my job...again.

"You are fired!"

The three words I fear most. The same ones I've been desperately trying to avoid in all my previous jobs. And yet, here we are-again.

Honestly, I don't know what my boss was so mad about. Sure, I misplaced a few important documents, but have you seen how much paperwork these office jobs come with? It's like they want you to fail. 

This is so frustrating. I mean, after I've fucked my way into that company, he had the guts to fire me just because I misplaced some important documents. 

Ridiculous.

Look, I know I'm not exactly cut out for office work-too many rules, too much responsibility, and way too many papers to lose. But the paycheck? Chef's kiss. 

And if I'm being honest, I really just wanted to prove to my parents-and my infuriatingly perfect older brother-that I'm not completely useless.

But let's be real... Finding a new job is not going to be easy. Not when you're a college dropout.

That's right, I dropped out of college in my second year when I was caught having sex with my professor in his office.

I was suspended by the school management. But, I dropped out entirely because of my really bad grades. 

My parents tried to help me succeed in school. Their mistake? Hiring male tutors.

I mean, come on-did they really think I was going to focus on algebra when my tutor looked like he walked straight out of a Calvin Klein ad? Of course, I ended up sleeping with all of them. 

I'm Aria Jones-of course they'll fall for my seduction game. It was very easy. And let's be real, no man has ever said no to me before.

School was a struggle. Not just because of the studying, but because I had needs-clubbing, drinking, and, well... extracurricular activities. 

Turns out, a wild party lifestyle doesn't mix well with academics. So, I did the only logical thing-I dropped out.

Without a degree, landing a job was tough, but I had a strategy: seduce my way into a good position. 

The problem? Seduction can get you in the door, but it doesn't exactly help you keep the job. 

I rarely last a month before my boss realizes that I'm completely useless at, you know... working.

Good thing my roommates always have a backup job interview lined up for me. Yeah, it's that bad.

I was about to pour myself another glass of vodka when the doorbell rang. Finally-company. I could use a little distraction right now.

I swung the door open, expecting my roommates, but instead, I was greeted by Noah.

Oh. Interesting.

Dressed in fitted blue jeans and a black shirt with just enough buttons undone to tease a glimpse of his toned chest, he looked... unexpectedly hot. 

The usual nerdy-boy vibe was still there-signature glasses and all-but tonight? He was giving sexy professor who just might ruin me in the best way possible.

And lucky for him, I was in desperate need of some hands-on extracurricular activities.

"Hey, Noah," I purred, flashing my award-winning flirty smile.

"Uhh, h-hi Aria," he stammered, voice cracking just a little.

Adorable.

I smirked as his gaze flickered-fighting, struggling, losing-to keep from staring at the only thing I was wearing: an oversized white T-shirt... and nothing else.

Poor thing. He had no idea what he just walked into.

The way Noah looked at me-wide-eyed, nervous, and adorably flustered-was beyond cute. 

I knew he had a massive crush on me, but the real question was... was he bold enough to do something about it?

God, I hope so.

"Come in," I said smoothly, stepping aside. "So, what brings you here?"

He ran a hand through his blonde hair-classic nervous habit.

"Um... is my sister around? She kinda has my credit card, and I need it."

I pouted playfully. "Oh no, she's out grocery shopping with Skylar." Then, flashing him a slow, knowing smile, I added, "But why don't you stay? She won't be long."

"Uh, yeah... sure. Thanks." He sank onto the couch, stiff and awkward. Cute.

I tilted my head. "Want something? I know alcohol isn't your thing, but I've got ice cream."

His lips twitched into a small smile. Progress.

"Yeah, sure."

I turned toward the kitchen, casually swaying my hips-just enough to give him something to think about. And sure enough, I felt it. That burning gaze on my ass.

I spun around fast. Busted.

Noah's eyes darted away, his face heating up. Too late, sweetheart-I saw that.

Smirking, I returned a few minutes later, handing him a bowl of vanilla ice cream before sliding onto the couch-very close to him. 

Close enough that the oversized T-shirt I was wearing rode up just enough to keep things... interesting.

I watched him closely as he scooped up a spoonful of ice cream, his tongue flicking out to lick it off the spoon. His movements were nervous, hesitant.

"Are you shy? Relax, I don't bite," I giggled, tilting my head as I watched him struggle-physically struggle-to keep his eyes from trailing down to my exposed thighs.

Poor thing. He looked like he was barely holding it together.

His hands trembled slightly, and his breathing turned uneven. Oh, shit. Is he about to pass out?

"You okay?" I asked, my voice softer now as I let my hand trail slowly up his middle thigh.

Big mistake.

Noah choked-violently-on his ice cream, coughing so hard I half-wondered if I'd have to perform the Heimlich maneuver.

"I-I'm fine," he croaked, his entire existence now dedicated to avoiding my gaze.

I bit back a smirk.

"Is the ice cream that bad?" I teased, dipping my middle finger into his bowl and slowly sucking it clean.

I moaned softly as the sweet vanilla melted on my tongue, my eyes locking onto his just in time to catch the flicker of heat there.

Well, well...

He swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he cleared his throat, still refusing to look directly at me.

"Uh... you have some ice cream," I murmured, pointing to the corner of his lips.

His brows furrowed. "Wha-?"

"Here, let me help."

Before he could react, I leaned in, my lips brushing his skin as I slowly licked the ice cream off the corner of his mouth, letting my tongue linger just a second too long.

When I pulled back, his expression was pure shock-eyes wide, lips slightly parted, body completely frozen.

I smiled lazily, licking my lower lip as I whispered, "Mmm... you taste delicious, Noah."