Page 48 of Asher

But she wasn’t ready for that.

And we weren’t there.

Yet.

“Pres. It’s nothing. Okay. Please. Just let it go.” She said, her temper starting to get the best of her.

She tried to take her arm from my hand, but I held on, still gently, because I would be damned if I ever caused a bruise to form on her skin.

She growled like a cute little tiger cub. Fuck. Me.

And when I didn’t move nor let go of the hold I had on her, her head shot up, her sage green eyes sparking with fire.

“I asked you to let it go. Jesus Christ, can’t I process things in my own dang time?” She snapped.

I hid the grin.

Because I fucking loved when she let her temper loose.

It wasn’t that often, and that was a goddamned shame.

But... then again... maybe it wasn’t.

Because I didn’t want anyone else to see this side of her.

On a bad day, Chloe was a thirteen.

On a good day, she was a twenty-six.

And when her temper was unleashed, that woman was a fucking sixty-eight.

“It’s none of your business. You're not related to me. You’re not fucking me. Therefore, I don’t owe you a freaking thing.” And with that, she tore her arm from my grasp and stomped away from me.

While all that was taking place, Whit came over to my side, “I ever spoke to you that way, you’d chop my balls off.”

I didn’t take my eyes off Chloe’s retreating form when I said, “Then feed them down your throat.”

Stella came over to my side and asked, “What happened? The last time she stormed away from you, you had berated her for wearing those short shorts. Even though it was closing in on a hundred and five degrees that day.”

I shook my head at her, “No clue. She wouldn’t tell me.”

And with that, I walked away and headed to my office to do something that I had no business in doing.

Yes, I had gotten hard when I saw Chloe after I exited church.

And yes, I had stayed hard while we ate.

But I had become rock fucking hard after she flashed that temper at me and then stormed away.

Her hips swayed with every stomp.

Fuck me, but I wanted to take a bite out of her ass.

The moment the door closed behind me, I threw the lock.

Undoing my belt, my button, my fly, I pulled my dick from its confines, wrapped my hand around it, gripped it hard, and then started to stroke.

And all I had to bring to focus was that fucking blush of hers.

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