Page 76 of Embrace
“So, he’s going to take all of her money?”
“She used to have more, but he’ll take what’s left if necessary.”
“But she bought the penthouse, so she has a pretty healthy amount.”
“Well,” he said with a sigh. “Julia’s been extorting money from a few ex-employees of ours.”
He went on to tell me about a doctor and a nurse who had been assigned to take care of his father. Julia learned that the nurse was the grandmother of one of Randolph’s past victims. Then Julia rolled the dice at using that information to her advantage. Her shot paid off. Julia didn’t know exactly what the nurse named Laura had done, but the nurse didn’t want it getting back to the Christmases that she had reason to want to see Randolph dead.
Asher and I sat down on the sofa, and he kept his arm around me as I rested my head on his chest while he told me the rest. The story took several turns—his sister Bryn pulling the wrong plug; the nurse poisoning the father for several months; the autopsy results; Randolph being cremated.
“Julia never knew the minute details, yet she was able to extort those who did?” I asked.
“She’s smart when it comes to matters like these. She knew they were afraid of something, and that’s all she needed to know. But she was the one who told one of my brother’s political opponents that Bryn and I murdered our father. He paid her for that information.”
“But why would she just make that up?”
Asher sniffed. “She didn’t. Julia was having sex with the doctor. She got him inebriated, and he mentioned something about me and Bryn pulling the plug.”
I looked up at Asher, and our gazes melted. “Why is your father so loathed anyway?”
“Read the book,” he whispered.
My eyelashes fluttered closed. “Soon. Very soon.”
I knew what was coming next.
First our lips brush, then the tip of his tongue gently pushes against mine and holds. My eyes open. Our staring intensifies.
Asher’s eyebrows flew up and held. “Let’s go to bed.”
I smirked. “To sleep.”
He smirked as well. “That too.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Penina Ross
Iwasn’t sure if I’d slept. Since the moment we crawled into bed, Asher had been on fire. We made hot passionate love. Then I closed my eyes and dozed off. At a certain point, his hand ran up and down the curve of my waist. I stirred.
“I want to be inside you,” he whispered in my ear.
He had slipped inside me many times while I was halfway awake, and I mumbled permission for him to do me again. As usual, when his dick soared through me, rousing my pussy walls, I became more focused on procuring my next orgasm than returning to dreamland.
And when it happened, when my thighs shuddered and I cried out, Asher cupped my tits, squeezing my nipples as he released himself inside me. We stayed that way until we did it again. Then he went down on me, and I had several orgasms. Now, as the light of day poured into the room, I breathed heavily after my body calmed down from another intravaginal orgasm.
“Fuck,” I whispered, rubbing my forehead. “Have we been totally irresponsible throughout the night?”
Asher was still on top of me, quenched dick still inside me. He had told me on several occasions to let him worry about the time. I wasn’t going on shift, but I was supposed to meet with Deb to sign some final paperwork. Then I was to report to HR to sign more paperwork that would officially make me the hospital’s newest fellow.
Our cell phones weren’t in the room with us, so even if my alarm song played, I wouldn’t have been able to hear it. I had spent most of my adult life on a time clock. I couldn’t relax, but I didn’t want to get out of bed either. I loved that he was on top of me and inside me. I relished the fact that his hands had been all over me through the night, even while I slept.
“Okay, babe,” I patted him on his back. “We have to finally rise and shine.”
He groaned. “I know. But after your meetings, I want you to come home, get in bed, and wait for me.”
I chuckled at how utterly insane but fun that sounded. “You mean you want me to walk through that door, take off my clothes, climb in bed, and wait for you?”
