Page 167 of The Boss Situation

I gasp as I grind upward. He chuckles as he circles my sensitive bud with his thumb. His other hand slips lower, two fingers sliding into me with ease because I’m so wet for him.

“This pussy is mine,” he mutters in my ear.

I can’t even form words. All I can do is moan, my hips rocking against his hand as he fucks me with his fingers and rubs my clit in tight little circles. I bite my lip to keep from screaming, but it’s impossible to stay quiet when it feels so damn good. The water sloshes around us as I move, splashing over the side of the tub, but I don’t care. All I care about is how he’s driving me closer and closer to the edge without apology.

I whimper, my nails digging into his thighs. “Please …”

“You’re so damn greedy,” he says, his voice dripping with satisfaction. His fingers are magic with the perfect amount of pressure.

I nod, and my breath releases in shallow gasps.

He increases his pace, thrusting into me harder and faster, and I can feel the pressure quickly building. He has my body memorized, knows exactly what I like and crave.

And as if commanded, I’m falling. Pleasure crashes over me as the orgasm takes hold. I come so hard that it nearly knocks the breath from my lungs.

My eyes slam shut, and I cry out his name. My body convulses as I lose myself, my pussy clenching around his fingers. He holds me through it, his arms strong and steady, until I stop throbbing.

I lean back on his chest, his mouth close to my ear, his arms wrapped around my stomach. A content sigh releases from me as the candlelight casts a dreamy glow in the room.

“Thank you,” I whisper, and he holds me tighter.

“For what?” he asks.

“Loving me.”

It’s the first time I’ve felt relaxed all day, and it’s because of Asher.

“I’ll always love you,” he promises. “All I ask is that you love me in return.”

I twist my body so I can meet his eyes. “I do love you, Asher. When I look at you, I feel it here.” I hold my hand against my heart. “I can’t imagine my life without you.”

He leans forward, kissing me, and it’s full of emotion and want and pure longing. This is the way it was always supposed to be, I think. Me and him just like this.

His thumb brushes against my cheek. “I can’t wait to leave London and spend the next two weeks with you.”

“It’s the only thing keeping me going. The thought is like warm sunshine after a disastrous storm,” I admit.

We stay in the tub until the water is no longer warm, but we’re both so comfortable that neither of us moves.

“Come on, princess,” he eventually says.

I carefully stand, and so does he. Asher grabs a few towels, and we take turns carefully drying each other off. It’s sensual and silent, neither of us needing words. Once we’re no longer wet, he lifts me into his arms and carries me into the bedroom, which is lined with a wall of windows that overlooks the city.

Asher sets me down on the mattress, and I pull the blankets down. I slide between the sheets, and he joins me, wrapping his strong arms around me. I lie on his chest as he runs his fingers through my damp hair.

“Did you read Eden’s letter?” I ask him. It slipped my mind before.

“Yes. Thank you for sharing that with me,” he says, and I can tell he’s smiling. “She was right. As always. I can almost hear her sayingI told you so.”

That thought brings me comfort as I drift away to dreamland with the man of my wildest fantasies.

35

ASHER

Iwake up before Billie and watch her soft breaths as she sleeps quietly beside me. I inhale her sweet skin and pepper light kisses on her bare shoulder. “I’ll see you at the show.”

She stirs. “Are you leaving?”

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