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“Then why—what happened this last week?” I interject.
Asher nods. “I …” He takes a moment to gather his thoughts and then continues, “Just like you’d said earlier in my office, our relationship is taboo. I’m your boss. And I didn’t want you to feel like there was any obligation. I didn’t know where your feelings were, and I didn’t want you to feel trapped in a situation that you might not have wanted.”
His words hang in the air around us, slowly sinking in. He feels the same.He feels the same.As terrible as this day has been, a spark of happiness ignites within me. Asher feels the same. Asher cares about me. I hadn’t made it all up in my head.
Asher reaches for me again. He runs his hand from my shoulder down to my hand, taking it in his. “You are unlike anyone I’ve ever known, made me feel things I never thought I would,” he admits. “I want you, Olivia.”
His other hand reaches out to gently squeeze my arm.
“I want all of you. In my bed, in my heart, in my life. All of you.”
A smile spreads across my face, and I can’t stop it. “You do?” I repeat.
He nods. “Do you?”
“Yes,” I say, nodding. “Yes, yes.”
Asher grins wider than I’ve ever seen, dimples on either cheek. Then, his expression changes, as if just remembering something. He spins around, grabbing his leather shoulder bag from the kitchen counter where he’d put it when walking in. “I have something for you.” He unzips his bag and pulls out a stack of papers stapled together.
He turns back around to face me, holding the papers in his hands. After a heartbeat, he hands it to me. “This is for you.”
I stare down at the papers in his hands, gingerly taking them from him. “What is this?” I ask, shooting him a questioning look.
I stare down at the papers, confused. Then my gaze lands on something familiar. Something to hold onto. An address. An address I’ve known my whole life.
My parents’ home.
My eyes widen, and my heart practically stops. “Asher. What is this?” I ask, continuing to leaf through the papers, my mind refusing to accept what I have in front of me.
“It’s what it looks like,” he says with a smile. “It’s the deed to your parents’ house.”
“My parents’ house,” I repeat.
“And it’s yours.”
I stand in silence for a moment, letting everything sink in. “You’re the buyer,” I finally put together. “You bought the house. For me.”
Giddy disbelief washes through me. I look up at him, and I see a sparkle in Asher’s eyes.
“Thank you,” I say, my smile widening. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I throw my arms around him, hugging him tightly.
He chuckles in surprise, hugging me back. “Anything for you,” he whispers in my ear, and then his mouth is on mine, devouring me within a second. I pull him tighter against me while his arms wrap around my waist. Fire ignites deep in my stomach, my body pressed against his. All I want is him. All of him. All over me, inside me. And he seems to want the same.
At that, he grins, taking a small step back to look me up and down. Then he takes my hand and pulls me down the hallway, finding my bedroom. Once inside, he pulls me back against him, trailing kisses along my neck, down my collarbone. He slowly begins to kiss my neck, leaving a trail of kisses as he travels lower. He tugs my t-shirt up and over my head, and a rush of cool air hits my skin.
He reaches behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor. His hands run across my stomach, up over my breasts, gently squeezing. I exhale. He takes both thumbs, running them over my nipples until they harden.
He moves lower to my sweatpants, pulling them down and helping me step out of them. Naked except for my underwear, I decide it’s Asher’s turn, unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his pants until we’re both standing in practically nothing.
Even with his underwear on, I can see how hard he is. How big he is.
He pushes me back against the bed, crawling atop me, kneading my breasts as he kisses me deeply. I moan into his mouth. He trails kisses up my stomach, across my breasts, and to my neck. “God,” he murmurs, “you’re perfect.”
I dig my nails into his back, pulling him closer, wanting him inside me. What is he waiting for? I want him—needhim. He runs a thumb over my nipple, eliciting a soft moan from me. He leans down to take my other breast in his mouth, running his tongue in circles until my nipple is tight and erect. I arch my back, begging for more. His tongue flicks my nipple, and I clamp a hand over my mouth to silence my moans.
His trails kisses across my breasts, then down my stomach, slowly.
Then he parts my legs, kissing from my knee up my inner thigh.
