Page 137 of The Boss Situation

I steal a kiss, melting into her, wanting to stay hidden with her at the top of my building until the sun sets.

“What else did he say?” she asks.

I open and close my mouth, my jaw setting. “He said he and his best friend railed you.”

Now she looks pissed. “Does that bother you?” she asks, her voice sharp.

“I don’t know. I haven’t been the best boy either, if you know what I mean,” I admit, not wanting to have this conversation.

Jealousy overtakes her, and I love seeing her worked up over me.

“Tell me about it,” she says, blinking up into my eyes.

“I dated two best friends. The three of us used to spend our weekends together. I also fucked both their moms,” I say, smirking a little.

“Wow,” she says, and I see something flicker behind her eyes. It’s rage. “I didn’t realize you had it like that. I mean, the swagger it must take.”

“Billie,” I whisper, trying to hold back a smile, “the man I was ten years ago is not who I am now. Okay?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

I see her putting up a wall, and I grab her hand, pulling her back to me.

“How do I stop him?” she finally asks, desperation creeping into her voice.

“You and Louis must break it off very soon. Pretend, behind the scenes, that you want to get back with Josh and hold him off until the fashion show. Afterward, it won’t matter. I need you to call him and use your Calloway acting skills. For me, pretty please.”

“When?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Right now,” I tell her, my tone serious.

She sighs. “Do you know what you’re asking of me?”

“Yes. And it’s why I’m begging you. I know how this ends, Billie. It’s not good,” I whisper, grabbing her hand and forcing her to stand as I drop to my knees. “Pretty please. I’m so fucking sorry it’s come to this, but trust me. I willneverlead you astray. Ever. I promise,” I say, looking up into her eyes, drowning in them, as usual.

She runs her fingers through my hair, and I lean into her hand, feeling the warmth radiate from her touch.

“You’re so strong. You can do this,” I offer, my voice soft.

She pulls her phone from her pocket, unlocking it with trembling fingers. She swallows hard, determination slowly replacing her uncertainty.

“Your brothers said you weren’t cutthroat enough,” I say as I unbutton her suit pants. They fall to the floor and pool around her feet. I lean forward, inhaling her scent. “I told them they were wrong.Call him.”

“Asher,” she whispers.

I encourage gently, “Say everything you think he’ll want to hear.”

I hook her panties with my fingers, peeling them off her. I wrapmy arms around her, kissing her stomach and sliding my mouth down, peppering kisses around her soft skin. I guide her back onto the desk, spreading her thighs wide and moving closer. “I’ll turn pain into pleasure, as promised.”

“Asher,” she moans out as I swipe my tongue up her wet slit. One of her palms slams against the desk, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

“Mmm. My favorite fucking flavor,” I mutter against her sensitive little bud as I suck.

Billie puts the phone on speaker, and it rings and rings. When Josh picks up, I dart my tongue inside her wet hole, slurping her up eagerly.

“Josh,” she says breathlessly.

“Billie?” he replies, genuinely surprised.

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