Page 4 of Asher

His bluntness only increases my attraction to him, and I smile back, making sure to over-emphasize it. Demon facial expressions are a lot more subtle than other species’, and that’s led to them thinking we never smile and are always grouchy. “That’s great, because I’d love a couple of days of low-key company.”

He takes a sip from his drink and asks, “Work in finance?”

I snort. “How’d you guess?”

“You have the ‘I spend all day squinting at numbers’ line between your eyes. Plus, this is Zurich. It was a safe guess.”

Laughing, I salute him with my glass. “Are you saying I have wrinkles?” I know exactly which line he’s talking about, dammit.

Garrett shrugs. “I’m not interested in kids who don’t know how to find a prostate. Age means experience. Is that an issue for you?”

I shake my head. “It’s stupid how much we have in common.”

This time, it’s his turn to laugh. “The desire for sex with someone who knows how to get you off is only one thing.”

“I like that brand of beer, too,” I counter, gesturing at the bottle. “And we both have conservative haircuts.” I glance around and lower my voice, even though none of the humans around us are paying attention. “Both members of the community. Both want fun with no strings.”

“We’re practically the same person,” he deadpans.

We talk for a little longer about nothing in particular, and then I feel a foot nudge my ankle. There’s no shoe on it, and it slowly slides up my calf. I can take a hint, so I knock back the rest of my drink. “Time to go?”

“Excellent idea. My hotel’s only a block away.” He slides out of the booth, and I follow suit.

“Let me pay my bill, and I’ll meet you at the door.”

Not quite ten minutes later, I follow him into a very nice hotel room. “Fancy,” I comment as the door closes behind us. The golden glow of the lamps makes it all seem homey.

“Yeah,” Garrett says, kicking off his shoes and heading toward the bed. “There are worse places to spend a night.” He pulls his shirt off and tosses it aside. “Are you just going to stand there all night?”

I don’t need to be invited twice. I unbutton my collar and yank my shirt off over my head, then start working on my pants as I move to join him. “Anything I should know?” Wow, he’s lovely naked. His skin is the kind of pale that only spending most of your life indoors will achieve, and while he has the tall, broad frame typical of a hellhound, he’s not gym buff. I love the hints of softness.

“I want to be fucked, and I like to be petted.”

“I like an uncomplicated man. Lube?”

“Dammit.” He gets off the bed and heads for the bathroom, and I take advantage of the chance to get the rest of my clothes off. When he comes back, lube in hand, I pat the mattress beside me.

“Kissing okay?” he asks as he climbs back onto the bed. I reply by leaning over to press my lips to his. They’re soft, slightly chapped, and open eagerly to me. Within seconds, I’m rolling him under me, grateful he’s almost as big as me and I don’t need to worry about crushing him. Sex is so much better when I can manhandle my partner and not damage him.

From the growl that escapes him as he wraps his legs around my thighs, he’s on board. The action causes me to settle between his legs, my hard-as-stone cock rubbing against his, and I flex my hips, trying to get another growl out of him. He obliges, then breaks the kiss. “Go fast and take the edge off. We can take our time for round two.”

Not gonna argue with that. I pull away and look for the lube, finding it abandoned on the mattress beside us. “Ride me,” I order, propping myself against the pillows as I flip open the cap.

“Give me that.” He reaches for the travel-sized bottle.

“I can—”

“Yeah, but I’ll be faster. Just lie there and enjoy the show.”

It’s like I dreamed of the perfect man and then he showed up and wanted to have sex with me. I obey orders and relax into the pillow, eyes locked on his fingers as he squats on the mattress and preps himself. At one point, his breath catches and I drag my gaze up his body to his face, taking in the edge-of-pain pleasure there.

“Okay?” I murmur, getting up on my knees and moving close enough to run my hands down his upper arms.

He nods, opening his eyes. “I love this part. Kiss me.”

Careful not to disturb his balance, I take his mouth, capturing his little growl and every gasp as he continues to stretch himself. Remembering what he said about being petted, I lightly stroke his shoulders and—

“Ooomph!” I land on my back on the mattress. “What—”

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