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I walked into the house, and I was surprised when she joined me in my office a few seconds later. I was already pouring myself a large glass of brandy.
“I know the world isn’t black and white.” She opened, closed her mouth. “This is useless.”
“Ashley, you’re not going to change who I am. You’re going to have to get used to it.”
“And if I don’t?”
“You’re going to have to figure out how to deal with it.” I wasn’t changing. This world I’d created was all mine. I didn’t care how she saw it.
“You really don’t care, do you?”
“You’re a young woman, Ashley. You have ideals about the world, and most of the time, I appreciate it. Doesn’t mean it fits with what everyone wants. It doesn’t. You can hate me all you want, but you know I’m right. Are we going to keep going around in circles about this?”
“Tell me about your grandfather,” she said after a few seconds had passed.
“No.” That was one topic I would never discuss.
“Why not?”
“There are stories you don’t need to hear. You think I’m bad, he was worse. The stuff he did. It would turn your stomach, and I don’t want to wake up from you screaming because he gave you nightmares.”
“And he helped to raise you.”
I saluted her with my drink. “Want one?”
She shook her head. “No.”
Staring at her, I recalled the nightclub she’d been in with Emily when I approached them recently. Ashley had looked so sexy. She’d captured my attention, but she had seven years ago as well.
“Maybe if you had a drink, it would loosen you up.”
“Is that how you want to take my virginity? When I’m not in my right mind to say no?”
I smiled. I couldn’t help it. I happened to love her bratty behavior. The spine. The fire. It meant she wasn’t broken, and there was nothing appealing to me.
“Ashley, you and I both know if I wanted to fuck you and take what is mine, I could have done it already. I don’t even need to try.” Sipping at my brandy, I glanced down the length of her body.
The dress she wore molded to every curve. It was made for her. She was so fucking pretty, and my balls ached. I needed to come. Even though I’d come all over those full tits hours ago, I felt the need for a brand-new release.
“Have a drink.” I moved toward my sound system. Without asking for her preference, I put on an upbeat dance song. It was one of the tunes that had been playing that night when they celebrated Emily’s birthday.
After going back to my drinks table, I poured another glass of brandy. No pressure. If she wanted to drink, she could. If not, then I respected her for it.
“What are you trying to do?” she asked.
“Have fun. Do you know how to do that? Or do you want to keep jumping down my throat about how useless I am as a male?”
I finished my glass and poured myself another.
“I don’t think you’re useless.”
“You hate what I do.” I finished off the second glass, the pale liquid helping me to relax. The music finally permeating through the fog. I needed to relax.
I needed to fuck.
There were so many women who’d come to me with just a phone call. I could make Ashley watch while I took them.
I didn’t.
I did what I’d never done in my fucking life. I allowed the music to seep into my mind, permitting it to take over. Dancing to the beat as I watched Ashley.
She had the drink in her hand. Her gaze on me. I would have done anything to have her naked and ready for me.
Her gaze stayed on me.
She tipped the glass to her lips and drank. I watched her throat work.
My need for sex was so strong that watching her throat work, I imagined my cock sinking into her mouth, choking her as she took me.
I’d come all over her tits, but now I wanted to fill that sweet mouth.
Seconds turned to minutes, and Ashley finished off one glass while I went on to my fourth.
The music changed through multiple songs, and Ashley’s hips began to move. She swayed left and right. I watched her.
Eyes closed, head tilted back to the side. Her hair fell around her in waves, shaping her body.
Slowly, her arms went up, and it was like she got lost in the beat as she danced with free abandon. She looked like a nymph, calling to me.
Finishing off my drink, I answered the call, banding my arm around her waist. She didn’t fight me.
I kept one hand on her ass, and with the other, I cupped her face.
She opened her eyes, staring into mine.
I was sure she could see every single part of me. The hard, the soft, the broken, the impenetrable. Ashley didn’t know it yet, but she’d stripped me, layer by layer until there was nothing left.
