Page 62 of Commander

“I hope you remember this statement when I give you grief with my many crusades.”

“I think I can handle it.” As he said those words, his gaze softened and filled with an emotion I still couldn’t get used to seeing or accepting.

I hadn’t let him say the words on our honeymoon, but I knew how he felt.

I wanted to hear them, to accept them, to believe this thing between us would last beyond the contract, but would he still feel the same about me once he learned all the things I’d done and was still doing to undermine the laws he worked to uphold?

“Stop thinking, Tara. Accept what we are.”

“I do accept us.” I glanced to the side, not wanting him to see the uncertainty I felt.

He cupped my nape and pressed a thumb up the column of my throat until my chin was tilted so I could look into his eyes.

“No, baby. You want to trust in us but you fear it won’t last. I’ve told you. I’ll fight for us.”

“Ash.” I stood on tiptoes. “Don’t make promises you may not be able to keep.”

I covered his mouth with my fingers before he could argue. We stared at each other for a few seconds.

I wasn’t supposed to let it get to this level of emotion ever again. I should have protected myself. Hell, I should have protected him. I was going to destroy this man once again with deceit, but this time with was my own doing, not because someone else was forcing me to do it.

Ashur pulled my hand away and said, “You think too much, Mrs. Kumar. I believe I need to occupy your mind with something more important.” Then he sealed his lips against mine.

I let out a slow moan as his intoxicating taste invaded my mouth. He deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue past my lips and igniting my desire for him. All my worries and uncertainty were replaced by a lust-filled need.

He lifted me against him and maneuvered us until he reached the sofa in the far corner and sat down with me on top of him without breaking our embrace.

“I want to do something,” I murmured while continuing to nip on his soft lips.

“What?”

Sliding off him, I dropped to the floor between his legs. Slowly, I glided my hands up his thighs, feeling the muscles bunch as my fingers crept closer to his engorged erection.

Leaning down, I nuzzled the line of his cock behind the fabric of his pants.

“Tara, I thought you said this has been done.”

Was that panic and uncertainty in his voice?

Oh. Mr. President was anxious about the cameras. A sense of power flooded my system, and I wanted to see how far he’d let me go.

“I changed my mind. This isn’t something illicit. Besides—” I unbuckled his belt and then lowered his zipper, “—it’s my husband’s fantasy to have me on my knees in his office, sucking his cock.”

“There is something to be said when a fantasy becomes a reality.” He watched me with a devilish grin.

“Does this mean you’re going to let me have my wicked way with you in the office?”

“Absolutely, Mrs. Kumar. Especially since I turned off the surveillance when you came in.”

“So, you were expecting something scandalous to occur?”

“I knew it was a distinct possibility. You see, my wife craves my cock as much as I crave her pussy.”

Heat and desire sizzled through core. I couldn’t figure out why, but I loved it when he was crude and unrefined with his words.

His fingers slipped into my hair as I tugged at the waistband of his pants, pulling his shirt free and giving me access to his boxer briefs. The beautiful thick, hard length of his cock strained against the snub cotton, and with a slight shift of the fabric, it bobbed free, a hairsbreadth from my salivating mouth.

A man’s erection wasn’t supposed to be so appealing, so arousing, so tempting.

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