Page 108 of Ice Bet

Aasher: You’re going to be sorry.

Me: I highly doubt that.

I jumped when the door unlatched. I pressed myself farther into the shelves. The door creaked slowly as he pushed it open. It revealed nothing but his shadowy figure in the hall. My breath quickened.

“A duster in the cleaning closet? How ironic.”

I rolled my eyes at his joke.

“You aren’t very good at hiding, Riley.” The door slammed behind him. “Some would think you wanted to be found.”

“I did,” I said, surprised at how sultry my voice was.

My breasts pushed forward when his hands fell to my hips, slipping underneath my black long-sleeve shirt. It was mesh, so I paired it with a lace bralette, knowing I’d catch more attention than usual. “I like your outfit,” he whispered over my ear. “But I’m about to rip it to shreds.”

“That’s what I hoped for when I put it on.”

I weaved my hands up his chest and wrapped them around his neck. My fingers teased his unruly strands of hair, and when his teeth grazed the sensitive part along my neck, I pulled on the ends.

“You smell so good.” He pulled back and pressed himself into me. He was already hard, and suddenly, our touches grew more frantic. I tore my top off at the same time as he undid my pants and shoved them down my legs. The button hit the door behind him when he threw them, cutting through the booming music from downstairs.

One second, I was on flat feet. The next, I was slammed onto the shelf behind me. My legs spread when he crowded my space, and the moment our mouths touched, his fingers dove through the front of my panties, and his palm scratched against my throbbing clit.

“God,” I whimpered.

“It’s only been a couple of days, Riley. Yet look at how wet your pussy is for me.”

His words made something curl inside of me, and I moved myself against his hand, chasing the high only he could give me.

“Oh, she likes it when I talk dirty to her?”

I whimpered, grabbing on to his hand to keep it steady as I rocked my hips back and forth.

“Sinful,” he moaned.

I felt drunk, but it had nothing to do with the beer I had.

His other hand that was keeping me steady crept underneath the lace of my bralette, and he squeezed, sending tingles down past my waist.

“Fuck,” he said. “I feel how close you are.”

“I am,” I gasped when his mouth fell to my nipple. He licked and sucked. My head hit the back of the wall when I came against his fingers, but the pain only lasted a second when he pulled my panties down my legs and entered me a second later.

“I can’t wait any more.”

My body shook as my heels dug into his lower back, keeping him as close to me as possible. He moved fast and took what he wanted, and I let him.

I moaned his name. His teeth sunk into my lips, and my back arched. There were voices outside the door. People were walking down the hall.

“Aasher.” I dug my nails into his shoulders, but he wasn’t stopping. “Did you lock the door?”

“No,” he groaned, tilting his hips to hit a spot that took my breath away.

“But—” I moved against him, unable to stop. “Someone could walk in and see us.”

His mouth fell to mine, and he swallowed my worries. Our tongues tangled, and we were both sweaty. I pulled on his hair again and matched his pace. I was close to orgasming again, and he knew it.

“Let them. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

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