Page 15 of October

“Of course.” I nod.

“I was thinking about things while you were gone and while I was cleaning the pool.”

“Okay…” I say, placing my fork down on my plate, preparing for him to let me down easy.

“Spend the entire week here with me,” he says straightaway. No preamble. No lead-in.

“Wait… what?” I twist around so I’m facing him.

“I think we’d both be lying to ourselves if we said we didn’t want to explore this.” He motions to the space between us. “Isn’t now the best time for this?”

I take a moment to really think about what he’s suggesting. I want to shout yes instantly, but I have to protect myself in some capacity too.

He keeps going when I don’t immediately respond.

“Casey is gone for the week. We won’t have to worry about her seeing something. We could actually see how this… feels.”

“What are you saying? Are you saying that you want to… be with me?” I almost regret it as soon as it leaves my lips. I couldbe way over the line right now. Maybe he just wants to openly fuck me all over this house.

Which… I’m not against either.

“I’m saying I think we would both regret it if we didn’t take full advantage of this chance to see how we feel together. No pressure. No expectations.”

Take the dive, Wren. Tell him the complete truth.

“Ash, I have been attracted to you for a long time. Like… the first time I saw you. You’ve always been so kind to me and so respectful. You’re a wonderful man… it’s hard not to be enthralled by you. So… yes… I’d love to spend the week with you and see how it goes.”

My heart is racing as the smile spreads across his face and he reaches over and cups my face in his hands. “You’re too fucking perfect.” He closes the gap and steals a kiss. “Come here.”

The rest of our dinner is forgotten there on the coffee table. How could I want to finish that when a man like this, Ash, is beckoning me into his lap.

I slide across him, straddling with a knee on either side of his hips and settle onto him. He wraps his strong arms around me and pulls me close until we are chest to chest… nose to nose.

“You’re going to be bad for me,” I tell him in a whisper.

“Why?” He pushes my hair out of my face and glides his thumb over my mouth.

“Because I won’t be able to have my fill of you.”

He doesn’t respond with words, but with action… and soon we are making out right there on the floor against his sofa like we are teenagers.

Hands are exploring, tongues are dancing, and my body is beginning to shiver. It’s incredible how he’s only had me one time, yet he knows my body better than anyone else I’ve ever been with in my life.

“You’re shaking,” he says against my lips before leaving a trail of kisses across my cheek and down my neck. “Are you nervous?”

I shake my head no. “I’m on fire.”

“I can tell.” He slides his hands down to grasp my hips, which are now rocking over him, chasing the delicious friction I need. “You’re rubbing against me like a little kitten in heat.”

His voice is porn in my ear.

“Oh God,” I whisper-moan. “I can’t help it.”

I’m grinding down against him unapologetically now—dry humping him like I’m going to explode if I don’t come soon.

He helps me along by kissing my neck, cheeks, collarbones, and praising me, but it’s when he winds my hair around his fist and tugs my head back sharply to expose my throat that I’m finally pushed over the edge.

“Fuck! Oh my God. Oh shit, shit, shit,” I cry out in release.

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