Page 23 of Five Fingers of Death

ASHER

I wrapped my arm around Holly’s waist and pulled her in for another kiss before she left for the day. Slipping my tongue into her mouth, I threaded my fingers through her hair, thoroughly fucking up the way she styled her hair, but hell, she was beautiful to me no matter how she looked.

She melted in my arms, giggling as her knees buckled. Of course, I caught her, tugging her against my chest as I deepened the kiss. She snaked her arms around my neck, moaning into my mouth as she melted in my arms. Fuck it, neither of us needed to work.

I slid my hand under the strap of her bag, tugging it down her arm, but she caught it, tearing herself away from me.

“Not so fast, buddy. I know what you’re doing.”

I snatched her hand and pulled her back to me. “Damn right. I’m kidnapping you and keeping you with me for the rest of the day.”

“No, no, no,” she laughed. “I have to go to work. I have a shipment coming in today.”

“That’s funny because I have something that needs to be unloaded as well.”

She burst out laughing, yanking her hand away from mine. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

I shook my head, wondering why she was laughing. “That wasn’t a joke.”

“Funny,” she laughed, picking up her bag. She slung it over her shoulder and kissed me on the cheek, preventing me from taking one last taste. “I have to leave, and you aren’t going to distract me.”

“Holly bear?—”

“No!” She held up her finger, her eyes focused and her lips pursed. She was all no-nonsense when it was time for work. Then again, she had to be since I’d been trying to knock her up for the past three months. “Asher, we’re not doing this. I’m going to work, and you are going to put that massive weapon in your pants away until tonight. You’re going to go to work, and neither of us is going to think about sex for the rest of the day.”

“Good luck with that. I have pictures from last night on my phone.”

Her jaw dropped in disbelief. “Asher Willoughby Stone!”

“My middle name is not Willoughby,” I smiled.

“No, but I just gave it to you. I can’t believe you took pictures of me!”

“Baby, I did a lot more than take pictures. I memorized every inch of this body,” I said, trailing my finger along her collarbone, over the swell of her breasts. Leaning forward, I licked the delicate column of her neck. “I could tell you every curve and every place to touch you to make you moan my name,” I said, sliding my hand over her breast.

My thumb brushed over her nipple, eliciting the faintest gasp from her sweet lips. She was doing everything possible to fight her reaction to me, but some things couldn’t be denied. She wanted me, and she always would. There was no way for her to fight this.

She groaned, then yanked herself away from me, holding her hands out as she panted hard. “Now, Asher, you stay away from me. I have…I have things to do, and you’re not helping me.” She fumbled behind her for the doorknob, pulling it open, hitting herself with the door. “I’m leaving, and you’re going to stay here. Do you understand me?”

“Baby—”

“No!” Her lips trembled as she squeezed her legs together. “Oh God,” she whimpered.

Fuck, I really wanted to go to her. But the moment I took a step, she pointed a finger at me and her eyes went lethal.

“Don’t you even think about it. I will…take you out.”

“Yeah? How are you gonna do that?”

Damn, she was so cute when she was like this.

“I will…hurt you badly. I will…roll you up in the rug and dump you in the river.”

“How are you gonna get me in the river?”

“That’s what friends are for. You know Noelle would help me in a heartbeat.”

She would. Noelle had a love/hate relationship with me. I would have to find a way to get her on my good side. “This isn’t over.”

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