Page 166 of The Boss Situation

Brody shakes his head. “No one other than us.”

I move back inside the penthouse, where Asher is waiting for me. He grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom, where water is already running. Candles flicker around the edge of the tub.

“I thought we could relax,” he says, sliding his hands over my body.

“Yes, please,” I whisper.

“Let’s get you out of this,” he murmurs against my lips.

The second his fingers graze the zipper of my dress, I’m already a fucking mess. My body aches for him as the fabric falls to my feet, leaving me in my lacy black bra and panties.

Asher drinks me in as his fingers trail down my spine. Sparks ignite as he unhooks my bra, letting it fall away. My breasts bounce free, and he takes his time kissing my neck as he barely tweaks one of my nipples.

Candlelight dances on the marble walls, and steam rises from the tub. Being here with him like this, with his hot breath on my skin, feels like a dream.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Asher asks hoarsely, cupping my face and drawing me into another kiss.

“Yes,” I say, melting against him, parting my mouth wider, allowing our tongues to dance together. I feel his cock against mystomach, hard and fucking throbbing, and I need him like he’s my sustenance.

“I hoped I’d see you tonight,” I confess. “I was so worried I wouldn’t.”

Asher lifts my chin. “I can’t sleep without you next to me.”

My hands slide under his T-shirt, pushing it off his body, revealing his chest. “I’m addicted to you.”

I gently drop to my knees. My fingers undo his belt, and I yank his pants and boxers down in one swift motion. His cock springs free, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. I don’t hesitate—I take him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around him like he was made for me.

“Princess,” he growls, his voice raw, as he thrusts his fingers through my hair.

My tongue swirls around the head, and I love teasing him. I take him deep in the back of my throat, and his hips jerk forward with a groan.

I dive back down, taking him as far as I can, gagging a little as the tip hits the back of my throat. I’m working him up so damn fast that I can feel him trembling, trying not to lose it. I smirk around him, sucking harder until he’s panting. I pull away before he loses himself, but I’m not done yet. I want him to unravel.

“Mine,” I say, looking up at him, knowing he’s the man I’ll marry one day.

“Always,” he tells me, his grip tightening in my hair. I focus on him and his cock, heavy in my mouth.

I worship him the way he deserves.

His moans only encourage me to keep going, to push him to the very edge. My hand works in rhythm with my mouth, and I twist and stroke him.

“So close,” he whispers, his body tensing.

His eyes are hooded and full of need, and I can taste him.

I moan around him, the vibration making him curse under hisbreath. I pull back, letting his cock slip out of my mouth with a pop, and look up at him through my lashes.

“How bad do you want it?” I ask, teasing.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he guides me back to him, and I take him all the way down my throat. I swallow around him, nearly suffocating on his cock as my throat muscles tighten. I suck harder, faster, my tongue working the underside of his cock as I bob my head. Asher’s hips buck forward, and he groans out his release. I swallow him down, my tongue lapping at the tip to make sure I don’t miss a single fucking drop.

When I finally pull away, he’s breathing hard, his chest rising and falling like he just ran a marathon. He looks down at me, his eyes filled with something close to admiration, and I can’t help but smirk.

“Fucking perfection,” he mutters, pulling me to my feet and sliding my panties from my body. “Time to get clean, dirty girl.”

Asher leads me to the tub and climbs in first, and then he guides me in. I settle between his legs, my back against his chest. His hands are on my breasts, and his mouth is on my neck. I can feel his cock stirring to life again as it presses against my back.

Asher takes his time, like he’s memorizing me as his fingers trail down my stomach. He continues further down until he’s between my legs, gently brushing my clit.

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