The thought comes uninvited. It’s strong enough to make everything else fade for a second.
She’s still catching her breath when she looks at me, her eyes going softer now. “Asher…” she murmurs, her voice quieter, almost questioning.
I brush my thumb lightly along her cheek, grounding both of us. “Breathe,” I say softly.
She lets out a small, shaky breath, but she listens. Her body relaxes gradually as she settles back against me. Then she shifts. Just enough to look at me differently. Curiously.
“And you?” she asks, her voice softer now but still steady.
I shake my head once. “Don’t worry about me.”
She rises, her gaze riveted on my hard cock. I exhale slowly, already knowing this isn’t going to go the way I want it to. “Nora…”
But she doesn’t let it go. Instead, she circles my cock with her fingers, her expression one of fascination. The ache that lies slumbering comes awake at her tentative pull. I hiss softly, swallowing my grunt of pleasure.
A drop of pre-cum trickles down the side of my cock, and I watch as she slides it around, slicking her grip.
“Harder,” I grunt and jerk softly as she complies.
Her grip hardens, her strokes growing quick and sure, waking every nerve ending.Heat coils low in my belly with every pull of her hand. I start to jerk my hips into her hands. And her blue eyes, filled with wonder, get me even more excited.
It’s inevitable. The wave of heat builds until it's almost within reach. Then, “Come, Daddy,” she whispers.
That does it. I let go, groaning aloud, jerking hard and spilling over her hands. I watch her, breath heaving, just as she stares back.
Then she smiles slightly, softer now and a little shy. “Better?”
I huff out a quiet breath, shaking my head slightly as I look at her. “You’re going to be a problem.”
She grins faintly. “You don’t sound very upset about it.”
“I’m not,” I admit.
That much, at least, is honest.
I lean in again, pressing a brief, slower kiss to her lips. “Now I need to clean up, andyoureally need to get ready,” I say, my voice steadier again.
“Right,” she murmurs as I rise from the bed.
I come back out just as she’s getting up. She stretches, then slips out of bed. I watch her petite, curvy body a second longer than I should, that same need coiling through me. If anything, it’s stronger now.
The moment she disappears into the bathroom, the shower starts.
And just like that, the room is quiet again. I pull on my jeans and sink back onto the bed, leaning against the headboard. I let out a slow breath.Think, Asher…
The contract is still out there. And now it’s personal. I reach for my phone without hesitation, dialing before I can second-guess anything. It rings once as usual, then connects.
“You’re getting predictable,” Emerald says on the other end, his tone dry but alert. “Calling me this early can’t be good.”
“It’s not,” I reply, my voice steady again, stripped of everything from moments ago.
There’s a brief pause, like he’s adjusting to the shift. “What happened?”
“I’m taking full control of the Nora contract,” I say.
“You already said that.”
“It’s become personal,” I continue, ignoring him. “I need the client.”
