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“Just give in, Asher. Lose control.”

She’s telling me to lose control? Holy fuck, she must want this bad.

I can’t do this. I shouldn’t do this.

Her voice strains with her sexy arousal, and I’m fucking dying. “I’m already close. You have to catch up.”

Her voice is sultry and so fucking sexy. I can’t resist as she bites that fucking bottom lip again, her head tipping back as her hand works inside her shorts.

My hand slides to the button of my jeans, flicking it open as her eyesslide down my torso and to the action of my hand. I slide the zipper down and reach into them, grasping my swollen cock, knowing exactly how wrong this is and knowing we can’t go back.

I watch her swallow, her delicate throat bobbing with her action as she rubs herself. I’d kill for that to be my hand in those panties.

“Just so you know, you may not be physically touching me, but in my mind, it’s your fingers sliding inside of me right now,” she groans and so do I as I pull my hand out of my pants and bring it to my mouth, using my tongue to lick it, supplying the only amount of lube I have at the moment.

“Oh my God, it’s your spit sliding over my clit as you rub me,” she moans. And it sounds almost painful as she watches me, and I reach into my jeans again, gripping my cock and mixing the saliva with the precum at the tip of my dick, dying to be inside her.

“You’re so fucking hot, Viv.”

I think about what it would feel like to be inside her instead of my hand wrapping around my cock.

“I’m so close, Asher,” she gasps, her raspy voice filling the air between us as I keep my distance.

My fist pumps faster on my cock as I watch her back arch in the chair. “Me too.”

“Are you picturing my hand wrapped around you?”

I shake my head and meet her eyes. “No.” She looks hurt as she pauses her movements, and my hoarse voice barely manages to speak through tightly clenched teeth. “Your tight. Wet. Pussy.”

Her head tilts back, her eyes rolling back as her tits press up, and her hand moves faster, her other hand squeezing her breast as she writhes against her hand, the visual too much for me as I jerk off to the sight.

Her strangled cry is too much for me as I know she’s coming and hot cum spurts from my cock, making a mess that I couldn’t give a fuck about while we both find an insane release.

One we will never come back from.

One we will most definitely pay for.

She’s panting, and so am I as we come down from the high, our eyes locking. She doesn’t look away. She doesn’t look ashamed or shy as she pulls her hand from her shorts. I want to lick her fingers clean and fuckher until neither of us can move, but now my feet work as I zip my jeans and leave the room, going straight to mine and closing the door.

So much for being strong. Vivienne Crenshaw is, no doubt, my weakness.

21

VIVIENNE

Okay, last night was a little... What’s the word? Intense?

Yeah. It was intense. I’m still not sure what came over me, but when I was touching myself, thinking about Asher and then opened my eyes with him standing right there, a part of me just transformed into the strong, confident woman I yearn to be.

I’m tired of being predictable, perfect, poised Vivienne. I’m tired of doing everything the right way and still being a fuckup in my parents’ eyes. I’m tired of just plain not being seen.

Last night, I let Asher see me. The real me, vulnerable and unencumbered.

Of course, in the sober light of day, I’m teetering between total mortification and delight in discovering my own strength.

My cheeks heat, thinking about his hand sliding into his jeans. The way the veins in his forearm tightened as he brought himself pleasure. I wanted so desperately for him to touch me, but I’m also satisfied with our actions last night.

We both got off without touching each other and breaking his rules.No harm, no foul.

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