Page 88 of The Boss Situation

“Asher.” I moan his name like a prayer, but he’s more of a curse. My voice trembles.

That coil in my belly winds tighter and tighter until I’m shaking, nearly begging to come.

I’m close—so damn close—and I move from my nipple down to my clit.

It hits me so violently.

My entire body tenses and convulses as I come, my pussy spasming around my fingers. Waves of pleasure crash over me, nearly drowning me as I imagine being with him. I bite my lip tostifle the scream that threatens to escape, my thighs clamping around my hand as I ride it out, gasping for air.

When it’s over, I’m sweaty, sticky, and still so turned on.

I pull my fingers out slowly, watching as they glisten with my juices, and realize I squirted. That’s never happened before. I can’t help but wonder what would have happened had he made me come. I might have begged him to fuck me to oblivion.

I felt how hard he was for me, how desperately he wanted me. Ashertastedme.

My thighs clench together as a fresh wave of heat floods through me. I’m still so turned on and horny.

Damn. He’s ruined me.

Absolutely fucking wrecked me.

And the worst part? I’d let him do it again in a heartbeat.

The chase has me in a choke hold, and it may kill me.

I pick myself up off the floor, my yellow shorts drenched, and move to the bathroom. I turn on the shower, slide out of my clothes, and step under the hot stream.

Right now, I need a hefty dose of reality and to wash the smell of him off my skin.

The steam floats and curls around me like a lover’s breath, hot and heavy. My body still buzzes from his touch.

I’ll never forgive him for this because now I’m physically craving him.

My skin prickles with a delicious ache that onlyhecan satisfy.

Asher.His name alone makes my cunt clench like a fist, for him, for his touch.

I let the hot water run over me, my nipples still in hard little peaks, begging for more attention. My fingers trail down my stomach, dragging through the slickness between my thighs, as I picture his hand instead of my own. But that isn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

I reach for the showerhead, detaching it from the wall and adjusting the pressure until it’s a light and steady stream.

Perfect.

I lean back against the tiled wall, spreading my legs wider as I bring the nozzle closer to my already-sensitive clit. The second that warm, relentless stream hits me, I moan out, my head falling back as pleasure shoots through me like a bullet.

I close my eyes and let myself drift into the fantasy ofhimagain.

It’s always him.

His towering frame looms over me, his chest broad and sculpted, every inch of him hard anddangerous. Asher has always lurked in the shadows of my mind. Right now, he’s at the forefront.

His golden eyes burn with intensity as he pins me against the shower wall, his cock thick and heavy between us, pressing against my stomach.

“You already came for me once. Come again, princess.”

I can almost hear his low, gravelly voice, and it sends shivers down my spine.

In this fantasy, he’s touching me; his fingers circle my clit with a precision that makes me cry out.

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