Page 12 of One Night Rendezvous

Her eyes brighten and she gives me a satisfied grin. "I'd love to see what it is you want to do to me. I give myself over to you. I won't even call you Chevy for a couple of days."

A snort works its way out of my chest. "Don't write checks your ass can't cash, Ash."

"Oh, they'll cash. I promise you that."

I chuckle, before taking her lips with mine, running my tongue along with the roof her mouth, collecting her taste. When I pull back, I wink, and press against her. "Put your back to my front, Ash. There are a lot of things I wanna do to you, but this right here? It's the one at the forefront of my mind."

She has questions in her eyes, but she does as I ask. Her trust is more than I could've imagined. "You'll give me a good time?"

"Always. You're going to think about me, even when we may not know each other anymore." I hate that I said those words, because I always want to know her, but I'm also realistic. Relationships like these don't tend to last, because reality comes crashing down, and both people realize it was a time of their lives when they needed something they weren't getting from other portions of their life.

Hooking her head around so that we're looking into each other's eyes again, she licks her lips. "Don't say that. We're always going to know each other."

I don't argue with her, because now isn't the time. "Right now, I'd love to know this body more intimately than I do at this moment." Sliding one arm under her neck, I let the other one drape over her thigh. Dragging my hand up her body, I stop at her core, pulling her leg back slightly to give me room to work.

She moans deep in her throat as I sneak a finger against her clit, rubbing slowly, working her back up now that she's come down. With my other hand, I palm her breast, and take her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, worrying the nub. Ashley tilts her head back against me, and I take a moment to watch her. With eyes closed and her teeth clamped on her bottom lip, she's given herself over to me in a way I can only dream of. Her smaller hand reaches behind her, grasping my dick. I suck a breath into my lungs and lean my forehead against the back of her head, closing my eyes, and giving myself permission to do everything I want.

Slowly sinking my fingers into her, I work against the abused flesh from our earlier session. "Stop messing around and fuck me the way you want." Ashley's voice, deepened by passion, throws down this gauntlet.

"Yes, ma'am."

Reaching down, I pull her leg back and sink into her pussy, groaning when I get all the way inside. Holding her around the waist I keep her steady as I push in and pull out, losing myself in the feel of her body tightening against mine. I let go of her breast and take my arm from under her neck, fisting her hair in my hand. Ashley's turns slightly over so that she's on her knees. I do the same, pulling back on her hips to tilt her pussy toward me, and ride her hard, taking everything I want. She's moaning, her arms stretched out above her head, gripping the headboard. With every push and pull there's sounds coming from her throat.

"Not so loud," I warn. "Don't wake Felicity up."

With a nod, she buries her head into the pillow, pressing her ass against me. With her hips tilted just right, I thrust at a rhythm that I know will let me come. Dropping my body slightly onto hers, I press my forehead into her back, biting into her flesh as my balls draw up tight and I come forcefully. Better than I have in a long time.

Sweat is pouring off my body, and Ashley has a hand in between her thighs. When I realize what she's doing, I take over, the few thrusts with my fingers it takes to get her to give it to me again. We're breathing heavily, trying to let our hearts calm down.

"Jesus Christ." I put a hand against my chest, the thumping of my heart almost loud enough to be heard.

"I think you killed me, Ford." She laughs slightly.

"Pretty sure I killed myself." I rub at the stinging in my eyes.

We're quiet, but it's not awkward like I'm used to. This is one of those silences where you're equally satisfied, and you're too tired to say anything else. I'm about to roll over and take her in my arms when I hear it.

"Daddy???"

"Be right there, Felicity."

Without a thought, I jump up and put on a pair of sweatpants. Looking over at Ashley, I give her a helpless shrug. This is a reminder that my life is never going to be just mine again. The only question is, can she handle it? I fucking hope so.

ELEVEN

Ashley

It’s been two days since I spent most of the night with Ford. I’d slipped out in the wee hours of the morning, long before Felicity got up to get ready for school. I didn’t like that. Not that I don’t get it. I do. He’s protecting her from seeing things she shouldn’t see, including her dad’s hookup sneaking out. That’s the part I don’t like. Being his hook up.

It shouldn’t matter. I don’t want a relationship. I don’t have the time, energy or emotional bandwidth for a relationship. Hell, I’m not even sure I can reasonably manage a situationship. But what I know and what I feel aren’t really cooperating with one another.

“Take your break, Ashley.”

I look up to see Gina walking toward me. She looks bitchy. Then again, she always does. “I’ve only been here for an hour.”

“And I have to leave for an hour, so if you don’t take your break now, you won’t get one.”

She does that a lot—leaves in the middle of a shift. I’m starting to think Gina has a side piece. Am I gonna ask? Hell to the no. I might hate this job, but I still need it. “Sure. I’m gonna go out to my car and make a few calls.” I’m not going to call anyone, actually. I’m going to text Lizzie and Cassie because I desperately need margaritas, even if I can’t afford them.

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