Page 76 of Savage Grace

I didn’t miss the way his eyes roamed my body as he drew out that last word.

“Hmm,” I tried to compose myself, not smile, not give away the fact that my body reacted immediately to even the hint of a possibility that this man might touch me again. “Okay,” I shrugged.

Ashe took my hand, tugging me along and down the hall in a hurry. He opened one of the doors closest to the meeting room and all but yanked me inside before slamming it shut, pushing me up against it, and planting a hand either side of my head.

I looked up at him through my eyelashes while he stood above me, trapping me between his body and the door.

He leaned in slowly, painfully slow, and ran the tip of his nose along my jaw, nipping at my ear briefly before letting out a pained groan.

“I don’t wanna do the smart thing anymore, Zar,” he admitted in a whisper against my ear.

I put my hands on his stomach, resting my head back against the wooden door and letting myself enjoy the sound of his desperate growl.

“I don’t wanna stay away. I don’t wanna watch from afar. I don’t wanna look and not touch.”

He reached down then, wrapping a hand around my bicep and squeezing lightly, his eyebrows drawing together like he was brandishing a burning hot iron in his grip, like it pained him to do it.

“For weeks I’ve watched you. I’ve watchedhimbe near you, too close for my liking,” he flinched at the mention of Theo. “I’ve watched how these little fucking skirts got shorter, day after day,” he tugged at the hem of my denim skirt. “Because you knew I was watching you, didn’t you?”

I only nodded, trying my best to breathe normally.

The golden-green mixture in his eyes swirled and darkened as he drew closer to me, pressing me harder against the door until I had nowhere to go.

My heart raced, and my pussy throbbed.

“You knew I was watching and you wanted to fucking torture me, knowing that I couldn’t rip this fucking thing off and bend you over the counter of your own shop?”

“Maybe I was hoping that you would.” I hoped that I would sound bold at my admission, but it was barely audible, a whisper.

Ashe groaned in response, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head.

And then all thoughts about our families, our alliances, what we should’ve been doing, flew out of the window as he kissed me again. It had felt like an eternity ago since he had touched me last, and I didn’t want to stop.

His rough hands were on me, they were everywhere, up my stomach, down my spine, around my throat.

“Well, you’re going to get what you wanted now, Princess,” Ashe growled against my cheek before yanking me towards his perfectly made bed. He pushed me until my knees hit the mattress and I fell forward, catching myself on my elbows as his hands clamped around my hips.

He stood there for a few seconds, kneading my waist and slowly pulling my skirt upwards.

“All week you’ve been a little fucking tease. You wanted to drive me crazy, didn’t you?”

I nodded furiously, because he was right.

Every morning as I got dressed, I thought less about what would look nice and more about what might tempt Ashe into crossing the street, barging into the shop and locking the door behind him. Every day that passed where he didn’t, I got more bold with my choices.

I gasped as his open palm met my ass cheek in a heavy spank.

“You wanna see what I’ve been thinking about, watching you in that shop all this time?”

I nodded eagerly again, because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to form sentences even if I tried.

Then I heard the zipper of his jeans descend, and felt the cold air meet my bare skin as he moved my panties to the side, and my breath hitched with excitement. There was no preparation, no warning, nothing before he sunk into me the whole way and my eyes rolled back at the sensation.

“Oh, God!” I squealed.

Ashe reached forward then, wrapping my long hair around his hand and giving a light tug as he continued to move behind me in long, slow, hard thrusts.

“Is this what you wanted, Princess?” he hissed against my ear.

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