Page 132 of Ruthless Heir

“According to my grandfather’s terms of inheritance, if I marry her she’d be entitled to half of everything he left me, including my shares in the company. That would benefit her and her family greatly.”

“That’s one hell of a deal.”

“It’s not going to happen. I also found evidence that suggested it was Nolan who paid off my publicist to get dirt on me.”

My mouth drops. “Why didn’t you tell me it was him? There’s no way I would have ever spoken to Nolan if I’d known.”

“I was trying to keep the peace. Especially because we both have to work with him. However it’s become obvious that he’s trying to push me out of the company, or at least away from the leadership, so he can take my place.”

That’s even worse. “Can he actually do that?”

“Heisdoing that. My father likes his ideas. Nolan has already infiltrated a deal that I’ve been working on for years. He would have gotten his dirty hands on the Hong Kong project, too, but the clients specifically asked for me.”

“My God. I didn’t know all of that was happening.”

“Unfortunately, it is. It shouldn’t be but Nigel and my father have this bond of friendship that makes my father blind to everything he should see. Because of that both Nigel and Nolan get away with all sorts of shit.”

“Now I understand why you wanted me to stay away from Nolan.”

“That’s one reason.” He leans forward and gives me a seductive smile. “The other is that I don’t like to share my things. I don’t like anyone touching what’s mine or even looking.”

“You sound like a very possessive man,” I tease.

“I am when it comes to you.”

I stare at him and wonder how in the hell I went through all the years of my life without him.

“I hope that won’t be a problem.” He searches my eyes then his gaze drops to my breasts.

“No. Not at all.”

“Good.” He meets my gaze again. “I think I’m ready for dessert now.”

“Me too. Do you want the cake or the ice cream first?”

“I was actually hoping to eat you.”

My skin flushes and arousal claws through me, making my nerves scatter.

“Me?” I try to bite back a smile but fail.

Asher stands, looking like the god again and guides me to stand. Then he clears a space on the table and sets me on top of it.

“I want you, Harper St. John.” He husks. “I want to eat out your pussy until you come and you’re aching for more.”

My pulse leaps at the rawness in his words and the greedy look in his eyes. “Then take me, Asher Le Blanche.”

With a wicked smile Asher slides my skirt and panties down my legs then he takes off my top, leaving me naked on the table.

He picks up a strawberry from the basket of fruit, parts my legs, and places it inside my pussy.

I gasp at the cool sensation which is swiftly replaced with the heat from his mouth when he starts nibbling at the strawberry. He eats it and licks me at the same time. Then he’s eating me out and it’s glorious.

He grips my hips and feasts on me as if I’m the only meal he’ll ever eat for the rest of his life.

It’s not long before I’m moaning and coming in his arms, rubbing my pussy against his face as I climax.

Once he’s drunk my arousal he stands, leaving me lying on the table, breathless.

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