Page 107 of The First Spark

“Keep shaking that gorgeous peach, and I might just take a damn bite out of it.”

Ori glances back at me, throwing a flirty wink at me over her shoulder. “Promise?”

“Get over here.” With a laugh, I grab her about the waist and toss her over my shoulder in a fireman’s hold. Then I give her ass a playful smack before sinking my teeth into the soft fabric of her leggings.

Ori lets out a squeal of surprise, laughter bubbling up as she playfully pushes against my back. “Just wait until I get my hands on you, Asher Hammond.”

I tighten my grip, delivering another smack to her rear. “Maybe it’s my turn to play.”

“Please do,” she murmurs, reaching out her hand toward the wall. “Damn it, I can’t reach the off switch from here.”

“Actually, leave it on.” I gently lower Ori from my shoulder, letting her slide down the front of my body until her feet touch the ground.

“Don’t you want to go downstairs?” Ori asks, wrapping her arms around my waist and propping her chin on my chest to shoot me a mischievous smile. “I thought it was playtime.”

I chuckle and pull her flush against me, loving how she melts into my embrace. “Trust me, I plan on playing all night.”

“What about Vegas?”

I shrug, sliding my hands beneath her leggings to palm her booty. “I’ll sleep on the plane after you wear me out.”

Ori shakes her ass. “What are we waiting for, then? Let’s go.”

But I don’t want to rush this moment, or any moment, with her. In her arms, the world makes sense, even for a few brief moments.

I can’t explain it. I’m not sure I’m ready for a woman like Ori, or that I’ll ever hit that milestone, but damn it, I want to try.

Most of all, I want her to know that our night together had nothing to do with her signature. Sure, that’s the reason I locked her in the basement, but once I broke through her defenses, I knew one thing—I never wanted to let her go.

So, despite her insistence, I’m taking my time with her tonight.

“Change of plans,” I say, earning a wide-eyed glare from my petite woman. “Not like that, Little One. You look fucking gorgeous in the firelight. I’m enjoying the view.”

Although, I’d like to see her wearing nothing but the smile I gave her.

Ori pivots to face me, her teeth catching her lower lip, eyes dark with intent. Then, with a devious little smile, she trails her fingers down my chest before giving me a gentle shove, pushing me into the leather armchair behind me. I sink into the seat, unable to look away as she steps closer, her gaze daring me to make the next move. “You want me to do all the work tonight, don’t you?”

“Fuck no. Get over here and I’ll gladly take over.” I crook my finger at her, smiling when she straddles my lap.

“Better?” she whispers, her breath catching when Ianchor my hands on her hips and pull her down against my cock.

“Getting there.” I glide my thumb along her lower lip, my breath hitching as she swirls her tongue across the tip. My hand wraps around the back of her neck, pulling her closer as I capture her luscious mouth in a fierce, hungry kiss.

Ori grinds against me, her hips moving in a provocative dance as they bid me to play. I wrap my hands around her ass and thrust against her, feeling the desperation build when she scratches her nails across my back.

“I thought we weren’t leaving marks,” I tease, nipping at the soft skin of her throat, the hint of honey and jasmine wreaking havoc with my senses and drawing me deeper into the moment.

“Something to remember me by,” Ori answers, her voice a husky moan as she threads her fingers through my hair.

“There’s no way in hell I could forget you.” My hands slip beneath her shirt to cup her breasts, my thumbs teasing across her nipples.

I need to get her downstairs—now. Hell, at this rate, I’ll end up taking her on the stairs, too. If she wants to play, I’m ready for it.

“Wait for a second.” Ori mumbles as she scrambles off me, breaking the heat of the moment.

What the hell? Am I missing something?

“Where do you think you’re going?” I grunt as I loosen my jeans and adjust myself.

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