Page 100 of Restrictions

She puffs out her bottom lip, a sinister look on her beautiful face. “Not just anywhere. He loves spending time with his grandma.”

No. No. No. I examine her face, as I watch her and don’t see any deceit in those eyes. “You went to Kansas City.”

“We did.”

My hands plant against the wall as I stare down at her, my chest rising and falling with the fury flowing through my veins. “Did you fuck him?”

“Why does it matter, Asher? I’m not yours. I’m not anyone's, and I’ll fuck who I please.” Her hand pushes against my bicep, but I stand firm.

“Did he touch you?” It’s a growl between us, and I can tell she’s turned on as her breasts swell over the top of her towel, struggling to steady her breath with my body this close. My thumb grazes her bottom lip. “Here?” My mouth hovers over hers as I breathe against her lips. “Did he touch your lips.”

“Yes.” Her answer pierces my heart.

“With his?”

Her head nods slowly, and I can’t escape from the sick feeling deep inside me.

“You kissed him.” There’s no need for it to be a question.

“Yes.” Her answer is breathless as I watch her chest rise and fall. She kissed him tonight, maybe more, but her body sure wants mine.

“Where else did he touch you?”

Her eyes flutter closed, and she bites that goddamn lip, pulling an angry growl from my throat.

“Vivienne.”

Her eyes open as she looks into mine. “We just kissed.” She leans into me, her chest against mine as her mouth goes to my ear. “But I wanted more.”

I have the urge to punch a hole in the fucking wall but hold back as she moves away from my ear, looking me in the eyes again. My hand rests on her hips, pulling her against the erection straining under my briefs and hear that gasp come from her mouth when she feels it.

“He wouldn’t give it to you? Doesn’t sound like Sawyer.”

Her gaze dips down to the obvious tent in my blue briefs and then flicks back up to my face, our mouth an inch apart. “I’m sure he would have if Baz weren’t asleep in the backseat.”

My lips brush over hers, and my tongue darts out, sweeping over that puffy bottom lip, and I feel her body shudder against mine. “I don’t think you’re thinking about Sawyer right now.”

“Asher...” It’s a desperate plea as my fingers tangle in her wet hair, pushing her mouth into mine, and I kiss her, trying like hell to erase him from her.

Hating that anyone else’s lips have been where mine are now, I use my hand to brace myself against the wall next to her head as I press my body flush against hers, my fingers still in her hair as she whimpers with need into my mouth.

Did he warm her up for me? Am I just giving her the relief from something my best friend started?

Fuck!

My hand moves from her hair to the corner of the towel tucked between her breasts. She doesn’t object, and I tug the soft fabric, letting the towel fall and leaving her stark naked before me.

My thumb sweeps over one hardened nipple, my voice gravely as I struggle to think straight with the sight of her naked body in front of me. “So he didn’t get to touch you here?”

Her head falls back against the wall, her throat pulling tight. “No.”

My hand continues its torturous descent down over the curve of her hip and her smooth stomach to between her legs as I cup my hand at theapex of her thighs. My mouth moving to her ear. “Are you this wet for him? Or for me?”

Her hips thrust forward, seeking the friction from my hand. I hate that she doesn’t answer me.

My cock jerks in my briefs, begging me to stop talking and fuck her.

And I oblige.

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