“I do,” I whisper again, trying to sound sure, but all it does is make him chuckle.
“Your body is saying the opposite, Lil. Look how your nipples are straining against your blouse.”
My heart flips as I risk a glance down to see how my body is deceiving me.
Fucking horny bitch.
“Asher—”
“Fuck, yes. Say it again. I love how your Aussie accent comes out when you say my name.”
A whimper escapes me from the combination of his words and the press of his hard cock nestling against the valley of my arse.
“We can’t do this.” I force the words out, even though I don’t really want to say them. I never imagined I’d find myself in this position, craving someone so young.
“Yes, we can.” The graze of his teeth on my lobe has a shiver of pleasure rippling up my spine, and I arch into him, even though I know I shouldn’t. “You just have to let it happen, Lily.”
I shake my head. “No.” My voice is loud and stern this time, and I push back from the bench to dislodge his entrapment.
Quickly stepping away to put space between us, I turn to face him, noting the flicker of disappointment that flashes across his face before he manages to hide it.
“What happened last night should never have happened,” I say, trying to sound firm, yet don’t know if I succeed. “And it won’t happen again. Now get dressed so we can leave. I have a full day of clients.”
Asher stares at me for a few beats, his dark gaze studying my face. He must see the resolve in my expression, because a moment later his shoulders drop a little and he sighs.
“I’ll need a few extra minutes to get rid of this first.” Hegestures down and, like an idiot, I look to see the tip of his cock playing peekaboo out the top of his pants again.
How does that even happen? Did he rearrange himself at some point? I mean, he did have it pressed between my arse cheeks only moments ago, so I guess he must have.
“Make it quick.” I clear my throat, turning my back to him.
I don’t want to watch him.
I don’t want to watch him.
I don’t want to watch him.
But I do. I loved watching him fist his dick last night. I loved how his muscles rippled and coiled tight as he built his pleasure. And I especially loved watching him lick and suck on my knickers like they were a delectable dessert.
There’s something seriously wrong with me.
What he did with my knickers was… extremelydirty. Filthy. Yet I’ve never been so turned on in all my life.
Just thinking about it again has damp heat pooling between my thighs.
Why couldn’t Alexander have been like this? He was a missionary man, through and through. Hell, he only buried his head between my thighs probably once a year, and even then, it was brief. He never stayed there to finish the job. I always thought I must taste horrible or something, but the way Asher sucked my juices from the fabric last night… well, he clearly didn’t hate it.
Right?
I’m thankful when Asher finally leaves the room to get ready without a protest, and I dash into my bathroom, slipping my hand into my saturated knickers to mash another orgasm out of me. The fourth this morning.
Christ, I’m acting like a horny teenager.
After I pull myself together and wait for Asher, I check my phone to see a message has come through from my cousin Barrett. It’s an eight-digit number, nothing else. It’s a password I have to use to log in to a secure site to get the details about another oxygen thief that needs to be delivered to Hell.
Just seeing the digits sends a thrill of excitement through me. It’s a similar thrill Asher brought out in me, minus the horniness.Although, if I’m being honest with myself, I’m always in need of a release after I let loose on my side hustle.
Note to self… Stay away from Asher after I work.
