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“I want you.” I reach out and touch her cheek, tracing my thumb over her smooth, silky skin.

The contact sends my mind into overdrive and I find that I can’t take any more either. My pretense ends here.

The urge to taste her and take her overwhelms me so I move closer. She moves toward me, too, and I crush my lips to hers.

I taste her desire and the need in her hot little mouth, as I explore her like I want to conquer every piece of her. Then, fuck, I kiss her back the way I’ve always wanted to. Without restraint, without limit, without all the reasons that made her off limits to me.

I’m taking what’s mine tonight.

Her.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Harper

The searing-hot kiss Asher gives me breathes life into my tired soul, filling me with his taste, his desire, his lust.

Nothing has ever felt like this moment. Not even when he kissed me weeks ago. This feels like swimming in uncharted waters fueled with passion and delirious pleasure.

My entire body throbs from head to toe but there’s an ache deep in my core that craves him. Cravesmoreof him. Everything he could ever give me and more.

My hands roam his chest, clutching the sinew of corded muscles beneath his shirt. Touching him like this—the way I’ve always wanted to—feels like pure magic.

Asher pushes me against the wall of the elevator car and deepens the kiss.

Then he presses his hard body into me, allowing me to feel his massive erection digging into my belly.

Knowing I made him so hard sends thrills over my body and the need in my pussy grows for him, yearning for his touch.

As if he knows, he reaches through the split in my dress and cups my sex.

Arching my back, I mold myself against his hand, grinding shamelessly.

“Fuck, Harper. You’re soaking wet,” he growls in a deep, raw voice I’ve never heard before, then pushes his fingers into my pussy.

“Oh God,” I moan as he strokes my pussy lips and pumps in and out of my passage.

He curls a finger around my clit and squeezes, then pumps harder, pushing deeper into me.

I can’t believe this is us.

I can’tbelievewhat he said—that he wants me.

This might be another fluke of passion, but I’m taking it. I’m seizing it by the horns and claiming it because, damn it, I want him, too. I never stopped.

“Asher…”

“Just feel me.”

I do. And just like that, I lose myself. I savor every thrust of his fingers, my body bowing in order to devour every pulse of pleasure that races through me.

He parts my legs and crouches so he can nuzzle his face between my thighs, then he thrusts his tongue into my pussy. He’s barely in when a gush of wetness bursts from me and I come in his mouth, moaning out loud.

Grabbing my hips, Asher gazes up at me with wild fascination and continues licking and lapping my pussy as I come undone in his arms.

When he’s licked me clean I expect him to stop but he doesn’t. Instead, he pushes to his feet and returns to my lips, pulling me back to him and devouring my mouth like he has no intention of stopping anytime soon.

I taste my arousal on his lips and his tongue. It sends more heat pulsing through me. Then he rolls up my dress to my hips and his warm fingers run across my bare skin, charging every nerve in my body with electricity.

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