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“Ophelia.”
“Sweet Cruella.”
We stare at one another for a full minute before he groans.
“Can we stop talking about it?”
“Only if we reroute to this conversation later on.”
“Later, as in later in this arc,” he grumbles.
“Sure.” I can be patient.He knows that. “I won’t forget.”
“I know you won’t.” He cradles my cheeks and gently kisses me.
The sweet kiss makes me shiver and moan into his mouth, the two of us enjoying the slower movement of our lips and the tingling passion it ignites.
“You didn’t let me return the favor,” I mutter when he breaks the kiss. He can see I’m disappointed.
“Don’t look like that,” he mutters and places a kiss on my nose. “It’s not like I don’t want you. It’s… just I want to make sure nothing happens to you because of my father.”
“Are you that worried about your father’s interference?”
“Hades doesn’t warn just anyone that they’re a target,” Asher admits and pulls me into his arms. “I don’t like the idea of you getting hurt in the slightest. Makes me want to lose my shit and bring everyone down with me.”
I hug him back.
“Why do I feel as though that’s gonna happen a lot, regardless?” I ponder into his dress shirt. “You smell good.”
“You taste good.”
“Funny.” I smirk and inhale a few times. “Don’t worry. You know I can defend myself. I’m not an easy target, as many may assume.”
“Doesn’t give my dad the right to target you, to begin with,” he mutters into my hair. “Why are you wearing a skirt today?”
“Don’t like it?”
“Oh, I like it.” He doesn’t hide the immense excitement in his deep voice. He presses his groin against my lower half, making it obvious that he’s sporting a hard-on. “You don’t wear skirts in public.”
“You’re correct.”
“But?”
“Blair said the uniforms for the females are skirts, not leggings. Closest thing we can wear to leggings is pantyhose or knee-high socks, so I figured I better prepare myself for the inevitable.”
“Hmph.”
I snicker. “Don’t want anyone seeing my ass?”
“Your ass is definitely mine,” he grumbles. “I better be the first to have my cock deeply in that ass of yours.”
My pussy is already aching at the idea.
“My sex life is going from non-existent to very active, huh?”
“You’re complaining?”
“Nope.” I pull back to look into his eyes. “You okay?”
