Page 15 of Tributary

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Diana

ASA MOVES LIKE a man worried I’ll change my mind. Which, to be fair, is a decent hypothesis on his part. He throws a bunch of money on the table and yanks my hand, pulling me out into the crisp air. He pulls up a ride share app on his phone and tugs me into a Lyft a moment later. My heart is racing too fast to hear where he sends the driver.

I figure, if I’m going to have the worst business day of my life, I might as well get some more of the best sex I’ve ever had. This doesn’t have to mean anything. Asa Wexler doesn’t do relationships. Indigo looked him up online. He’s got a string of wealthy kittens trailing after him like a ball of golden thread.

In the back of the car, in the twilight that comes so early in winter, he slinks a hand over to my thigh. I gasp when his long fingers climb higher, toward the crease of my hip, and he slides closer to me, putting an arm around my shoulders. That hand goes traveling, too, reaching down under my arm toward the sensitive skin along my breast.

“You look damn good today, Diana,” he whispers into my hair. I shiver, and turn my head toward him. The streetlights glint off his blue eyes, heady with lust. “You’ll look even better spread open on my bed.” And then his mouth is on mine and I forget we have an audience.

His lips taste like liquor and like him, the unique male essence of Asa that trickled into my dreams the past few weeks. He doesn’t take the kiss too far, but I can feel the urgent need pulsing through him as he slips his tongue into my mouth, bites my lower lip gently.

I remember that I didn’t get to see him naked last time, and I lift a hand to his chest, feeling the firm pecs through his suit jacket, eager to peel him out of these stiff layers. As he slips a patrolling finger into my waist band, my breath catches. The driver coughs and I see we’ve pulled up beside a luxury hotel downtown. Asa hustles me out of the car and into the door, where the bellhop sees him coming and tries to come suck up to him.

“Mr. Wexler, can we bring you anything for your guest this evening?”

Asa slaps a bill into his hand and tells him, “Make sure we aren’t disturbed and there’s more where that came from.” The boy nods and opens the brass-plated elevator. By the time the door slides shut, Asa has me backed against the wall, pressing the entire hard length of his body against mine.

I moan, tilting my hips into his, feeling his shaft throbbing against his suit pants. I had forgotten, so quickly, how wild and powerful he feels. He wraps a hand in my ponytail like before and tilts my head back. When he nips at my neck, I know I’m gone. I want nothing more than for this man to toss me onto his bed, yank me out of my clothes, and fuck me senseless. To make me forget, even if it’s just for a little while.

The elevator door opens right into his room—of course he has the penthouse—and he tosses me over his shoulder. I should hate being handled this way, but I don’t. I love the raw, wild energy coursing through him. He smacks my ass as he strides across the room and I laugh at the unexpected pleasure. He actually does toss me onto his bed and when I sit up halfway onto my elbows, I’m treated to the sight of Asa loosening his tie, stripping out of his stiff designer suit, his eyes flashing with hurried, desperate need.

“I’ve spent a long time thinking about what I’d do with you if I ever got the chance again,” he says, his voice low.

“And what did you decide,” I toy, starting to unbutton my blouse and shirking out of my jacket.

He grins and lifts the tie from his neck, looking at the slatted headboard. Half-naked, he crawls across the bed and tugs off my shirt and bra, wrapping my wrist in one end of the necktie before looping it through the headboard. I moan as he grabs the other wrist and knots the silk tie around it. I feel open and totally exposed for him as he starts to lick and nip down my body, his hands exploring my skin.

When he has me totally naked, he stands and slowly undresses himself while I stare. His hairy chest gives way to a trim waist, the muscular V of his lower abs disappearing only briefly into his boxers before he slides those down his hips. I lick my lips as he pulls out his cock. “Are you going to leave me here all night,” I prod, watching as he palms himself.

“I might. It’s driving you crazy, isn’t it?” My body is on fire, all my nerves exploding at once in anticipation of what he might do. Asa leisurely strokes his cock with one hand and, stepping closer to me, begins to slowly draw his other hand across my nipples.

My hips shoot up from the bed involuntarily. I am desperate for more stimulation, more contact. And the bastard knows it, because he grins and pulls his hand away. “I hate you,” I tell him, weakly, and he cocks a brow as he slowly extends a hand toward my throbbing center.

“So you probably don’t want me to touch you here, then?”

I dig my heels into the mattress and try to thrust my hips up closer to his hand, hating myself for giving him this satisfaction, but unable to resist. With a laugh, Asa finally climbs into the bed and begins to caress my thighs. “I loved making you come,” he whispers against my leg. “I’m going to love it even more tonight.”

I strain against the necktie as he lifts my legs over his shoulders. He meets my eye and grins, sliding his thumbs along my wet seam. “So wet, Diana,” he murmurs. “Tell me what you want.”

“God, Wexler, please touch me. Oh!” As soon as the words leave my mouth, he begins to slide his thumbs inside my body, gently stretching me open, and then he brings his mouth to my body and begins to lick.

My eyes roll back in my head as his tongue laps against my clit. As exciting as it felt to do this in my store, it feels a thousand times better when Asa is able to spread out and concentrate. The man is a connoisseur of pussy, lapping at my body until I’m on the brink of combustion.

My hips churn wildly against his face and hands and I start to scream. “Yes, oh god, oh Asa, please. More.” As the orgasm crashes through me, I forget everything I was upset about. I forget that my life is in a shambles. He pulls back his head and presses a thumb flat against my body as the aftershocks roll past and my breathing slows.

And then I think I pass out for a minute, because when I open my eyes, he’s kissing my forehead, nestled between my legs with his weight on his forearms. “So good,” I breathe, panting. I love the feel of his laugh rumbling through him.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Diana Crawford.” When he dips his head to kiss me again, I can taste myself on his tongue. “I’m going to take you now,” he says. I open my eyes to see he’s already rolled on a condom and I watch as he slides inside me.

“Yes,” I say, as he begins to move. “Yes, Asa.” I roll my hips along with him, meeting his body, finding a rhythm together. I love the feel of his chest hair against my breasts, the short, warm bursts of his breath as he picks up speed.

I have never felt so in tune with a lover before. No matter what he does, my body responds so that the friction of our movement sends pleasure to my clit, through my core, into every one of my cells. “I’m not going to last much longer,” he groans. Asa reaches up with one hand and unties the silk binding my wrists.

I immediately sink my hands into his hair, pulling him against me, kissing him as I moan into his mouth. “Oh, god, yes,” I wail, feeling the weight of him sink into me as his balls crash against me with every stroke.

“Ah, fuck, Diana! Yes!” I feel him stiffen for a minute, and then, I’m pulsing along with him, coming as he gives way to his own pleasure, moaning together and riding the tide of our synchronized release.

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