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“I’m fine,” I argue in a whisper. “Just want to sleep.”

I’m asleep before they leave my room.

33

ELLA/ASHER

ELLA

“Ican’t stay away from you.”

The faint rays of early dawn creep in behind the curtains. I blink, and my heavy eyes shut again. I’m caught in the strange void between awake and asleep, but I dreamed of Asher last night, and the echoes of those dreams leave me hollow. And as those dreams fade, they’re replaced by Asher’s voice from our last night together.

“I’m done denying myself of you.”

Asher’s words slither over me like a dark promise I want to brand onto my skin. I miss him. I didn’t think I would, but I do. And the penthouse feels empty without him. And more than that, I want everything he promised and more. There is no more thinking about it. I want Asher, and I want to give in to every depraved thing he wants from me.

“This pussy ismine,and I will have it. The when is up to you.”

Blood fluttering in my veins, I slip my hand down into my panties. I brush my fingers over my clit, wishing it was Asher touching me. I let out a relieved breath at the spark of sensation. It’s not the same as his touch, but it’s better than nothing, and the ache for Asher is too strong to ignore.

“But make no mistake, baby, I will have you.”

I push one finger inside myself.

“I plan to fucking live inside you.”

“Asher,” I groan, wishing he were here. I bring my other hand up and squeeze my breast, teasing my nipple.

“And I will ruin you for anyone else, I promise you that.”

My phone buzzes, and I startle so hard it falls off the bed.Who the hell is calling me at this hour?

I reach down and pick up my phone. It’s Asher.

“Hello?” My voice is breathy and panicked.

“If you’re going to be my dirty girl and think of me while you touch yourself, you better pull that blanket down. It’s obstructing my view.”

Motherfucking god.

ASHER

Ella makes a garbled,surprised sound over the phone.

I lock the door to Sterling’s office, then head into his attached bathroom. I grew bored during our morning meeting and flipped to Ella’s room on the security camera app on my phone. Luckily, I had one earpiece in so no one could hear the sound of the video, because low and behold, I found the best surprise. I only had to see the barest of her movements beneath her blanket and hear her whisper my name to know what she was up to.

As if she’s allowed to do it without me.

“I’m waiting, Ella. I won’t ask again.”

“I . . . I wasn’t . . . um . . .”

“Yes, you were. And you’re not about to stop now. But youdon’t get to deny me my involvement. Your pussy is mine, and you don’t get to touch it without my permission. So, be a good girl and let me look at that pussy of mine.”

“Asher,”

“Ella,” I growl.