Page 48 of Restorations

“I don’t evenlikeyou anymore. In fact, I pretty much fuckinghateyou.”

She leans in even closer, letting her soft lips touch mine as she speaks against them. “The feeling is mutual.” She nips on my bottom lip, pulling a growl from my throat as my hands grip her hips and I try to focus on what I know I should do.

I need to push her away.

“Asher . . .” Her voice is raspy as her hand slides over my bare stomach and each sweaty ridge.

A memory forms in my mind. “I’m sweaty.”

I can feel her smile against my lips as we go back to the past and a very similar conversation. “So, make me sweaty to match.”

And she’s still fucking trouble for me. But I grab the hem of her tank top, ripping it off. I'm fucking elated when I see she’s not wearing a bra. “It’s nice to see your tits without Sawyer’s hands over them.”

She rolls her eyes and leans her head back against the wall. “If you need to think about Sawyer to get your dick hard, that’s fine with me.”

I take her hand in mine and place it over the bulge in my shorts. “He had no part in this.”

She groans, letting her tongue drag over my neck as she palms my hard cock. “Then stop talking about him.”

I dip my head for my tongue to drag over her already hardened nipple, teasing it before I pull with my teeth enough to elicit a pained moan that’s also full of pleasure.

“Asher.” She drags my name out, her hand sinking into my shorts and briefs to grasp my cock, stroking me with familiarity.

“This is a bad idea.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” she’s too far gone to care as her thumb swirls over the tip of my dick, making me suck in a harsh breath, but the next thing out of her mouth is what truly sends me over the edge, “Mr. Sterling.” I’m a goner, and now I'm theone who’s past giving a damn. My lips crash against hers, and her mouth opens instantly for me, wanting the war my tongue offers.

We don’t come up for breath. I shove her shorts and panties down, and she does the same with my shorts and briefs. Both of us are hungry and desperate, neither giving a fuck about the mistake we are currently making.

I can’t take much more as her hand wraps around my cock, refusing to let go. One of my hands cups her breast as the other finds the wetness between her thighs. She strokes me gently as I explore her wet slit with my fingers, flicking over her clit and making her hiss. “God, Asher, I want you inside of me.”

I let my teeth drag over her jaw and then her neck, grazing her only slightly. “I’m not in love with you.”

“Good.” She doesn’t miss a beat as her fingers grip my hair, her other hand stroking my shaft over and over. “I don’t love you.”

I move both of my hands to her ass, picking her up, pressing her body against the wall. “You better not run away this time.”

Her head shakes from side to side as she positions my aching dick at her entrance. “I won’t. Never again.”

I thrust inside her, making us both gasp as her fingernails sink into my scalp and her lips dip down to mine, riding my cock as I pull back and then slam into her again. “Fuck,” I pant against her mouth.

“Oh god, it shouldn’t feel this good,” she sighs against my mouth as I fill her, her nails dragging down the back of my neck to my shoulders. I’m certain it will leave a mark, and I fucking want it to.

“It’s because it’s really fucking wrong.”

Her pussy clenches around me when I hit her deep inside, and she bites my bottom lip. “Well, don’t stop. I’m already close to coming.”

Her voice is so hot. I can hear the want dripping from her words. Holding her against the wall with one hand, I use the other to tease her clit. “I’m not fucking stopping, no matter how epically stupid this is.”

“It’s only stupid if we act that way after, Asher.”

I can’t focus on her words when she clenches around my cock again, spurring me toward my own orgasm.

“Come with me,” she breathes against my lips.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

She laughs, and it’s fucking beautiful when she nips my lips and then pulls me into a desperate kiss. “Just do it, you asshole.”

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