Once she’s finished, I pull my mouth away from hers.

“I want you inside me, Asher,” she begs.

“What do you want me to do?” I ask her, heart pounding. I reach down and start rubbing myself. My cock is already hard as stone, but I need some relief while I figure out Charleigh’s fantasy. “What did I do in your dream to make you wake up already willing and ready for me?”

“You had me bent over my prep table.” She tries to kiss me again, but I pull back, and her face falls in disappointment.

“Not until you tell me what you want me to do.” I stroke myself even faster. “What’s on your prep table?”

“It’s where we arrange the bouquets. Scraps of flowers and stems are usually scattered all over it. It’s a mess.”

“Mm,” I moan. “What did I do after I bent you over your prep table?”

Her gaze hardens, zeroing in on me. “You slid your cock into me and fucked me. Hard.”

I smirk. That was all I needed to fucking hear. Heat pools in my lower belly, and fire spreads down the length of my legs. The need to be inside Charleigh takes over. I’m quick to my knees.

She doesn’t have the chance to react before I flip her over, move behind her, and grab her hips, pulling her ass up to face me. She presses her face into the bed and keeps her handsbeside her head, bracing herself. Her ass falls back, and my hardened cock presses into her crack. She’s so impatient.

I sit back on my heels and slowly run my palm over one of her round ass cheeks.

“So fucking beautiful, Little Flower.” I drag my finger down the length of her ass crack before finding her wetness again. She’s dripping between her supple flesh. I gather her wetness and start stroking myself to the sight of her in front of me.

Pushing up on her hands, she flips her hair and watches me over her shoulder. Her eyes bounce between my face and my hand stroking myself. Her doe eyes widen, and I can see the desire on her face.

“Trust me,” I grunt, not wanting to waste any more time. “I won’t finish without you.” I release my hand from around my cock and center myself in front of Charleigh. I smooth my hand over her lower back before giving her ass a smack.

She yelps and arches her back before relaxing. She’s facing the headboard of her bed, catching her breath.

“I’ve wanted to do that ever since I carried you down twelve flights of stairs with your beautiful ass practically in my face.”

I can’t see Charleigh’s face, but I hear the delight in her voice when she says, “Well, if that’s what I get as my punishment, then maybe I’ll have to do it again.” She likes it when I talk dirty to her.

I don’t say another word before I grip Charleigh’s full hips and drive my cock into her. Her whole body falls forward before she catches herself on the headboard. Her palm makes a loud smack, and her nails dig into the painted wood. I don’t waste any more time before pulling out of her just enough to drive myself back inside her again. Her walls clench around me, and I feel like I’m fucking high.

Heat explodes across my skin, and there are so many things I still want to do with Charleigh. I move in and out of her butwatching the way the early morning sun glistens against her chestnut hair. Listening to the little moans coming from her mouth are my undoing.

I want to savor this, and I don’t want it to end, but I can’t help it. She feels too fucking good. With every push, she slams herself back, meeting me thrust for thrust. Her round ass pounds into me, and white-hot adrenaline pumps through my veins with my orgasm.

Charleigh slams herself into me harder as she comes at the same time I’m spilling myself inside her. She drops her head to her pillow, but I’m quick to pull her back up. I need to kiss her. I need more even though I should be done. I slip out of her and fall beside her, then I wrap my hand around her neck and pull her to me, pressing her lips to mine. She’s still working to catch her breath, and I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing myself to memorize this feeling.

Charleigh cups the side of my face and smiles against my mouth before pulling away, her forehead pressed to mine as she giggles.

“What is it?” I move my hand to tuck the stray strands of hair covering her face behind her ear.

“Nothing.” She sweeps her tongue across her pink lips.

“Doesn’t look or sound like it’s nothing.” I run my hand along her collarbone like I did earlier. “What is it?”

She closes her eyes and sighs before snapping them back open again. I notice her cheeks blooming with heat. “I never knew you were a dirty talker, Mr. Egan. You never were before.” Her eyes sparkle with both exhilaration and embarrassment.

I laugh. “We only had sex one other time, Charleigh, and you were my first. How would you have known I was a dirty talker before?”

Her face transforms, and it isn’t until she moves her eyes away from mine do I realize what I’ve said has pulled us bothback down to earth. I didn’t explicitly say I’ve slept with other women, but I’ve definitely insinuated it. It’s not as if Charleigh should be surprised I’ve slept with other women in our ten years apart, though, and she isn’t. But talking about our past always seems to drag up old feelings—ones we’ve become experts at ignoring.

“Hey, I’m not the only guilty one here.” I try to pull her away from the rabbit hole I’m certain she’s falling down. “You’re not so innocent, I’m learning.”

She giggles, and it’s the most beautiful sound in the world. I hadn’t realized how much I’ve missed her laugh. Lying with her in bed like this reminds me so much of our innocence. When life seemed simpler, but I know it wasn’t.