Page 44 of Fateful Exposure

As a rule, I made sure to never enter his apartment. It felt too intimate, too frightening. I preferred we had all the sex we wanted in my place as some sort of defense, so if the time ever came for anyone to leave, it would not be me. Because truthfully, I couldn't stand the feeling of rejection. Of having to go back to my apartment every morning feeling like a young adult sneaking out of her one-night stand's bedroom, never to be seen again.

The only slight difference was that I saw my one-night stand every fucking day.

"Don't touch me, Ashton," I said weakly, my back hitting the door.

Shit.I was trapped. Thinking quickly, my hands searched for the knob, but Ashton was faster, closing one hand over mine.

He pouted, dropping my hand to twist the key inside the lock. "You don't mean that. Do you? You'll hurt my feelings."

"I mean it." But I didn't sound convincing even to my own ears. Seriously, it was pathetic how much power he held over my body, and it terrified the fuck out of me. When would he not? when would I have my fill of him, and he wouldn't affect me so damned much?

"Okay," he said with a nod, entering my personal space and permeating the air with his spicy scent. "Let's play a game."

He suddenly flipped me around so that my cheek was pressed against the wooden door, his hot breath fanning my ear and sending shivers through my body.

"I'm going to touch you somewhere. Anywhere of my choice. And if you don't moan or make any sound, I'll let you go." His arousal dug into my lower back. "Deal?"

"Ashton," I whispered, his words making my pussy weep.

"Deal, peaches?" He licked the lobe of my ear, and I had to bite down on my tongue to keep from moaning. There was no way I was letting him win.

"This is absolutely ridiculous," I gritted out, horrified that my underwear was so soaked I could smell myself. And I was willing to bet that he could too, the asshole.

"I'll take that as a yes."

If anyone asked me where I thought the first place Ashton would touch, I'd have said my pussy. He would have dipped just one finger inside me, discovered how wet I was, and won the game. But I didn't expect him to slip his palm up my shirt and cover my stomach with it.

Caught off guard by the sudden electrifying intimacy, I let out a gasp, and immediately following was the shrilling realization that I'd lost the bet.

Ashton's low chuckle rumbled around us, and I opened my mouth to tell him to go fuck himself when his hands suddenly lifted my skirt up to bunch the fabric at my waist, hooked a finger into the thin fabric of my panties to push them to the side and entered me in one quick thrust.

Unlike the other times when he entered me, he didn't give me time to adjust to his massive size. Ashton stretched me impossibly and, almost as quickly, adopted a merciless rhythm that had me sobbing.

"Shhh," he cooed into my ear. "You don't want your employees to hear you taking my cock, do you?"

I pressed a hand to my mouth, arching my back to take as much of him as possible. His thrusts were short and quick, driving me to that edge of no return. My cries were swallowed by my hand, and I prayed to God no one was behind that door because I was not doing a very good job of keeping quiet.

Wrapping a hand around my pelvis, he grunted. "Admit it." Thrust.

The pressure of his arm pressing down on my pelvis had me wailing. I felt every inch of him. I released my hand from my mouth wide enough to reply. "Admit…what?"

Thrust. "That you were jealous." Thrust.

Biting my lower lip, I squeezed my eyes shut at the sensations that rippled through me. "You're talking nonsense…ah…”

Another thrust. "Stop being stubborn and fucking admit it."

I had no idea what Ashton did with his hips just there, but it caused me to shudder and let out a scream, his hand covering my mouth as I spasmed against him. Trails of fire rippled through me, and I fisted my hands so tightly that my knuckles bleached white.

Ashton held me to his body, his thrusts increasing to a brutal pace before he groaned harshly behind me, squirting his seed inside me. When the world righted, I opened my eyes slowly, heaving out a breath.

"Fuck." Ashton pulled out of me slowly, and I heard vague movements behind me. "Spread your legs, peaches."

I did, my chest heaving. A second later, I felt a soft cloth swipe between my thighs twice. Then he rearranged my skirt, pushing it down to its previous position. It was already rumpled, but nothing that I couldn't fix.

My tongue swiped out to lick my lips, and I tasted lipstick. Turning around to face him, I found his eyes already on me, watching me with that intensity that left me feeling utterly exposed.

We couldn't keep doing this, I thought. It was complicated.

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