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I don’t like the idea of this being anything real. That’s not who I am. I don’t do attachments and commitment and all that jazz. I can’t do it. I’m still fucked up from everything that happened to me, and killing Ivan didn’t change that. I’ve never tried to change it, and I don’t even want to. I am who I am. I use people to get what I want, and then I move onto the next thing. I’ve never needed or wanted anything different, and I don’t plan to start now.
But Ash is looking at me in a way that makes me feel like my whole world could crumble apart.
I can feel the connection between us, tugging at my heart.
It has to be broken. I have to fucking stop this before it gets out of hand.
So I do the only thing I can think of and throw myself at him. My arms go around his neck, and I drag him into a deep, messy kiss.
There’s a beat where Ash goes stiff with surprise, but then he groans and wraps his arms around me, kissing me back. His mouth is hot and intense, and I can feel the attraction between us, the way it always is. Strong and potent, building higher and higher as we kiss and grope at each other.
Ash’s hands roam down my back, gripping my ass and hauling me closer. He bites down on my lower lip, and I groan into his mouth, hitching my hips forward to try to grind against him.
It’s a bad angle for it, since I can’t exactly move like I want to in this dress. I pull away for just a second, gasping for breath, and plant both hands on his chest, pushing back.
He stumbles a bit, but the chair behind him catches him, and he ends up right where I want him. I hike my dress up enough that I can crawl onto his lap and straddle him.
That’s so much better, and I can feel how hard he is through his pants. I grind down against that hot bulge, and the low groan he makes in response is like music to my fucking ears.
His hands go to my waist, and he draws me forward into another deep kiss.
Our tongues slide together, slow and hot, and the kiss turns even deeper. I rock my hips over the bulge in his pants, grinding down on it and feeling the answering flare of heat in my body. My pussy throbs with need, and I want him inside me, but I don’t make a move for that yet.
I have to make him want me. Get so fucking worked up he can’t resist me. We have to end this here and now.
His fingers dig into my skin through the fabric of my dress, and I moan into his mouth. He bucks up, grinding up harder against me, like he’s seeking out more of the delicious friction. Like he can’t get enough.
His cock is hard enough that it’s almost bursting out of his pants, and I tease him, lifting up enough that he has to chase me if he wants more of that sensation. He does it, dragging me back down to meet him in the middle.
“Fuck,” he pants, his lips shiny and red from the kisses we’ve been exchanging. “You look so goddamn hot tonight, do you know that? As soon as I saw you come out of your building in that dress, I wanted to…”
He trails off, taking those kisses to my cheek, the corner of my mouth, and then down my jaw. I don’t need him to finish the sentence. It’s pretty damn clear what he wanted to do, judging from the way he can’t take his hands off me.
“You gonna do it now?” I ask, putting a little bit of challenge in my tone. Just to really seal the deal. When he looks up at me, his amber eyes are dark, and that’s all the answer I need.
I reach between our bodies and undo his pants, feeling the heat pouring off him. His cock practically springs into my hand, hard as fuck and already leaking at the tip.
I give him a slow, deliberate stroke and then rub my finger over the head of him, smearing that bead of precum around and watching it stretch between his cock and my thumb when I pull it away.
Ash makes a low, choked noise, and I glance up at him to see he’s watching my hand, taking in the way it looks on his cock. He reaches downward like he’s going to touch me in return, but I bat his hand away with my free hand, leaning up to capture his mouth in another kiss while I keep stroking him.
“If you keep that up,” he pants into my mouth. “This isn’t going to last long.”
I snort, rubbing my thumb over the head of his dick again. “That’s all you’ve got?” I tease him. “And here I thought you were actually good at this.”
He growls against my mouth and grabs my ass hard, squeezing it through my dress. My core spasms in response, practically begging to be filled at this point.
I don’t make either of us wait any longer. I lift up enough that I can shove my panties to the side and hike my dress up over my hips, so nothing’s in the way of us doing this.
His cock stands at attention, and I brace it with one hand before sinking down onto it, taking it all in one smooth motion.
“Goddamn. Oh, fuck,” Ash groans, tipping his head back, and I’m right there with him. It feels so fucking good. His cock is thick in all the right places. Not as big as Knox’s or as long as Gage’s, but it hits all the right spots just the same.
I sit like that for a second, catching my breath and adjusting to the way he feels inside of me. Even when I’m not moving, it’s like I can feel him rubbing against my walls, working me up even more.
Ash’s fingers are still tight on my hips, and he bucks his own hips upward, snapping his dick deeper inside me.
I let out a choked moan and then start moving, riding him with steady, rolling movements at first. It’s as if the ballroom, the rest of the hotel, the gala and everything else falls away. We’re in the bathroom of this swanky-ass place, but we could be anywhere.
