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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Iwake up and immediately realize I’m with Ash. In his bed. I haven’t gotten the luxury of waking up to him holding me in years. We’re both in our dank clothing from the night before, and in desperate need of a shower. Still, I can’t help but rejoice and allow a hopeful grin to spread across my face as I scooch my body closer to his.
Immediately, I’m welcomed by his morning wood. The sun isn’t even up yet, but he’s hard as a rock, and I can’t control the gasp that breaks from my lips at the contact of his bursting cock and my ass, perfectly lined up.Ash moans softly in his sleep and grinds against me. My eyes flutter as he moans louder and places a hand on my hip.
Fuck.In my morning grogginess, I’m aware that we shouldn’t be touching like this. Not before he follows through with his plans—which I pray are still in motion. But I’m in his bed. He didn’t make me leave last night, and I think he means everything he told me this time. So, I don’t resist grinding against him harder. I lose whatever sense of rationalization I had when I woke up.
It doesn’t take long for Ash to become lucid. He stirs with a growl and he grabs my hips harder. He bites the back of my neck roughly, and I exhale through a hiss. He teases the elastic of my boxers and slips a warm hand underneath the thin fabric, and wastes no time in caressing me skillfully. I know he’s fully awake now, so I turn and meet his lips with mine. Despite our mutual cases of morning breath, I delve deeper into his mouth with my tongue, opening him up like a flower in bloom, and taking what I can’t stand not having.
Ash releases his hold on my dick and works my pants and boxers down my thighs one-handed as I rock into him. He forces me to turn toward him by flipping me onto my other side.
“Ash,” I beg.
Ash pants against my throat. “Yes, baby?”
I’m not used to him calling me baby, but it’s something I could certainly get used to. He’d only said it occasionally over the years, but now…now the word was different. Like a promise.
“This is wrong,” I manage through gritted teeth. It’s wrong and I want every second of it. “You’re still engaged—and—”
His lips caress mine. “I know. I know.”
Neither of us stops.
“You’re done breaking promises?” I don’t want to ask again, but I have to preserve my heart. Even if Ash tells me more lies or doesn’t follow through.
Ash cups my chin and kisses one corner of my lips. “Yes, baby. Yes.”
Regretfully, my last coherent thought before I allow Ash to throw me onto my back and plant his lips around my cockhead is that we’ve done this hundreds of times before, even with Lizette in the picture.
