Page 107 of Twisted Truth

He pushes my panties aside and runs his fingers along my folds.

“Jesus, Ella, you’re fucking soaked for me. Does your needy pussy want more?”

“Yes.”

Our lips meet again just as he slides his fingers inside me. I moan into his mouth and shamelessly grind against his hand ashis palm presses against my clit. His fingers hit the perfect spot, and wild desire burns through me. My fingers tug at his hair, and I can’t get close enough to him.

I pull my mouth away in a gasp as his skilled fingers deliciously prick that perfect spot over and over again. Asher yanks down the front of my dress and strapless bra, exposing my breasts. His mouth is on my breast a second later, sucking and teasing my nipple. Another wave of pleasure sparks in my core.

Asher presses his thumb against my clit, then moves it in a circular motion.

Oh, god.

I grind harder and faster against Asher’s hand, reveling in the feel of his fingers. My forehead drops to his as all I can focus on is the pleasure inside me.

“That’s it, baby,” Asher purrs. “Grind that pretty cunt all over my hand.”

The warmth inside me intensifies, climbing and climbing until I explode. “Asher!” I whisper-shout, panting and gasping through my orgasm. Asher keeps moving, and slows with me as I ride the waves back down to earth. When I finally finish, he slides his fingers out of me and puts them in his mouth, sucking them clean. He makes a growling noise at the back of his throat.

“You taste even better than I remember.”

This man is filthy. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love it.

The door bursts open, and I jump. Asher grabs onto me and yanks me against him since my breasts are still out over the top of my dress. Luckily my back is to the door, but still.

“What?” he yells toward the door.

“Sorry!” I hear Robert’s voice say behind me. “I couldn’t find either of you.”

“You found us, now get out!”

The door clicks closed.

“Sorry about that. I don’t think he saw anything.”

I sit up, tuck my breasts away, and adjust my dress. The haze of lust has dissipated, and I’m suddenly too aware that I succumbed to Asher yet again.

“What are we doing? This was a mistake.” I clamber off Asher’s lap, swaying slightly on my feet. Even tipsy, I know I’ve been an idiot. I promised myself I wouldn’t do this again.

“Wait, Ella,” Asher says, grabbing my hand. He brings it to his mouth and kisses it. “Don’t run away.”

Damn him. He’s too fucking perfect when he wants to be.

“What are we doing, Asher?”

He looks up at me. “I don’t know.”

He lets go of my hand and runs his hands up my ass and to my waist. Like earlier, he leans into me and rests his forehead against my stomach. I thread my fingers through his hair again, wanting him close, still craving him like he’s the most addictive drug. But my mind screams at me to stop, to push him away. This is dangerous, foolish territory.

“I don’t know how to be just platonic with you,” he whispers, his voice defeated. “I thought I did. I thought I could. My brothers howled at me when I told them we wouldn’t have sex. They told me I was a fool to think we could live together and somehow keep our hands off each other. I was being a stubborn bastard and insisted it was possible, even if I knew it would be difficult.”

I tug on his head, and he looks up at me.

“But now I know it’simpossible. I can’t live with you right in front of me, embedded in my life, and not have you. You’re like a goddamn siren calling to me, and I can’t fucking stay away.”

I let out a long breath. I can tell by the fire in his eyes that he’s sobering quickly, as am I.

“So, what does this mean?” I whisper.