Page 50 of Poison's Promise

“They were okay,” I reply, a flirty smile tugging at my lips despite trying to maintain my cool.

Damn him.

“Sorry you had to see that,” Sydney says, standing beside Gears now.

“Please, you don’t have to apologize for that. It was a good show,” Asher says, eyes locked on mine. There’s that tension again, electric and undeniable.

“Come with me,” he says, grabbing my hand.

Before I can protest, he pulls me to a secluded corner.

“Where are we going?” I ask, though part of me already knows.

“Somewhere quiet,” he murmurs, backing me against the wall.

His touch ignites a familiar fire inside me.

“You’re impossible,” I whisper, but I don’t pull away.

Instead, I let him lead me, and soon we’re in the bathroom.

He locks the door behind us.

“Damn, that was hot.” he says, his voice husky.

In an instant, his lips are on mine, fierce and demanding.

I melt into him, all the pent-up desire and frustration pouring out in that kiss.

His hands roam my body, igniting every nerve ending.

“Fuck, Polly,” he groans, lifting me onto the sink.

My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer.

The cold porcelain contrasts with the heat of his touch, intensifying the sensations coursing through me.

“More,” I gasp, needing him like I’ve never needed anything before.

“God, I missed this,” he murmurs against my skin, his lips trailing down my neck.

His hands find the hem of my shirt, tugging it over my head.

I help him, eager to feel his skin against mine.

“Me too,” I admit, arching into his touch.

His mouth finds my breast, teasing and tormenting until I’m a writhing mess beneath him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, his voice husky with desire.

He kisses his way down my stomach, his hands working to free me from my jeans.

“Please, Ash,” I beg, the need in my voice undeniable.

He looks up at me, a wicked grin on his lips.

“Whatever my lady desires,” he says, sliding my jeans and panties down in one swift motion.

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