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With that firm grip in between, he whispers, “Mine.”
I swallow the moans in my throat, but I want to cry out. Instead, I claw at the armrest, dying for the release to hit me.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you,” Ash groans in my ear.
My womb clenches as an explosive orgasm builds, drawing those fingers inside me. Unbearable heat climbs up my neck, then shoots down my spine like a lit fuse. I suck in a breath and hiccup as the air around us crackles.
“Oh my God. I’m gonna come” My hips buck and shake. Shuddering against his hand, I mutter, “Don’t stop.”
“Never, baby.”
I’veneverbeen so greedy for pleasure, allowing myself to drown in a man. I’m lost and leveled out as my heartbeat roars in my ears. Glittery spots blind my eyes and cloud my vision.
“Good, baby?” Ash withdraws his hand and licks his fingers.
“I don’t have words.” Good thing I’m not a writer, but I can design clothes that make getting to a woman’s sweet center easier.
Fighting to breathe again, I slow my heart rate, amazed at what this man can do to me.
He makes me come even harder or easier than I do to myself.
Ash kisses my hand and lays it squarely on a pulsing bulge behind a strained zipper.
“Feel that, baby? That’s yours. I’m yours.”
I squeeze and love his fevered groans.
“Jesus, you can make you come just like this.” His voice gets so low and so masculine, that I’m ready to get on my knees and go down on him.
Kissing the side of my head, he breathes and makes me stop.
“But I can’t be walking around with my dick in a puddle of cum, later. You’re lucky.” His hand slides between my legs again. “I’ll just torture you for the rest of the show.”
Oh boy...
Ash keeps me on the edge until the blessed intermission.
We don’t make it down to the lobby because a few investors come to his box. He introduces me as a fashion designer, and they treat me like I belong in their company.
Before the second half of the show is about to begin, I get the urge to pee.
“I need to use the restroom.” I go to leave, but Ash pulls me in for a kiss.
“I will come find you if you’re not back in five minutes.” He breathes in my ear, “You’re mine, Bernadette. Until Monday, if I have my way.”
Swallowing and wanting to play it cool, I just offer a smirk and leave the box.
Inside the ladies’ lounge, I glide into a stall andlock it, happier than I have felt in months. For a split second, I wonder if all this built-up confidence my delectable men have given me will overpower my blocked mind to sketch.
“Did you see who Ashton brought with him?” a voice by the sinks asks.
My heart leaps into my throat. She’s talking about me. Ash is the sponsor of this event. Bringing me here puts me under a spotlight.
“Don’t remind me,” a resentful tone responds.
“Where has that man been?”
He’s been sleeping with Ford...
