Page 340 of Hate Mates

“No, Margaret, what’s inappropriate is you showing someone else around the space I’m here to sign the lease for! If Mrs. Martin is even so much as entertaining the possibility of other offers, you had an obligation to inform me immediately.”

Asher glanced over at the bewildered older woman. “She’s right, you know.”

Margaret shook her head and looked at Paige imploringly. “This is the first I’ve heard about this.”

Asher turned his gaze back to Paige. “She’s right, you know,” he echoed. “It’s my fault completely. Don’t be mad at Margaret, she’s done nothing wrong.”

“Oh, shut up!” Paige wailed. “Why do you hate me so much? You do everything you can to make my life miserable, and I don’tknow why.” To her horror, tears welled and began to spill down her cheeks. She swiped them away angrily.

Asher’s face softened as he gazed at her, his blue eyes troubled. “I don’t hate you, Freckles. Far from it.”

Margaret shuffled back in short steps, clearly eager to get away. “I think it would be best if I left the two of you alone to discuss this further.”

“Thanks, Margaret.” Asher gave her a smile. “I’m sure Paige and I will be able to work something out. We’ll call you later.”

The realtor nodded and made a snappy exit, leaving Paige alone with the man who made her feel so many things, she barely knew where to start processing them.

He took a step closer to her, and she automatically took a step back. “I don’t hate you, Paige Ellis.” A warm hand landed on her arm, his fingers stroking her skin softly. “I think you’re amazing. Beautiful, intelligent, caring. I know everyone in this town thinks the world of you.” This time, when he took another step closer, Paige stood her ground. When his hands came up to frame her face, all she could do was tip her head back and meet his gaze. “Nobody more than me.”

He gave her enough time to remove herself from his grasp, but Paige was suddenly so tired of fighting with the man. Of fighting her attraction to him, one she’d kept hidden deep inside but was there all the same, no matter how much she didn’t want it to be.

He lowered his mouth until it was nearly touching hers, then hovered there. She let out a frustrated cry, gripping his tee in her hands. “Are you going to kiss me or not, Stone?”

“Yes, Freckles.” He gave her a grin that warmed her all over. “I’m going to do a lot more than kiss you.”

When his lips touched hers, electricity buzzed through her. They were as warm and soft as she’d imagined. He pressed them against hers gently, and while she’d expected him to ravish hermouth, she thought she liked this better. When he lifted his lips from hers, she mewled, but it was back soon enough and this time Asher fucking Stone was sliding his tongue inside her mouth, exploring and stroking until she was wet and practically squirming with need.

When Paige couldn’t take it anymore, she pushed him away and looked over her shoulder. They were right in the middle of the store, where anyone could peer in the window and see them, but toward the back were a few booths, remnants of the diner which had once operated there. She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the last one, a large booth shaped like a horseshoe. The seats were still covered in peeling red vinyl and the tabletop was made of Formica, which was chipped and discolored in places.

Shoving him against the table, she looked toward the street again, and once she was satisfied nobody could see them, she got down on her knees in front of him. Gazing up at him, she unzipped his pants slowly, teasing him and marveling at how hard he was already after only a few kisses. She then pulled them and his briefs down over his hips just far enough to free his cock, and as she stared at it, lust overwhelmed her.

His cock was just as gorgeous as the rest of him. It jutted out proudly from a nest of dark blond curls, hard and ready for her mouth. Wrapping a hand around the base firmly, she lifted it up and licked up the vein on the underside from his balls to the head, then swirled her tongue around the tip, lapping up his pre-come.

“Fuck.” Asher was leaning on the table for support, his head tilted back and his eyes closed. “Suck it, honey. Show me how good that mouth of yours really is.”

Oh, she’d show him, all right. Wrapping her lips around the head of his cock, she began to suck, allowing his hot, hard length to slip between her lips and into her mouth. She used her tongue to lick it as she sucked him deeper, and she didn’t even mind itwhen his fingers slid through her hair and grasped the strands gently.

His low, deep moans were music to her ears. She alternated between sucking and licking until his cock suddenly slid out of her mouth.

“Enough.” He held out his hand and she took it, rising back up to her feet. Asher gave her a hot, hard kiss. “Strip for me, Paige. Let me see that beautiful body of yours.”

He began to undo the buttons of his shirt while he kicked his shoes off, and soon there was a mad scramble of clothes flying everywhere. Her breasts were soon bare and aching for his touch, and she was sure she’d spontaneously combust the moment he touched her pussy, which was already slick and ready for him.

When she put her thumbs in the sides of her panties to push them down, however, he stopped her with a gentle hand. “Leave those on.” She did, curious as to what was coming next.

Hopefully, it would be her.

Once he was naked, she took a few moments to run her gaze up and down appreciatively. God, what a sight. The man was utter perfection from head to toe, and his cock was still hard, albeit now wet from her mouth. He lifted her up to sit on the table in front of him, then coaxed her into lifting her hips. Ever so slowly, he pulled her panties down and off her body. Once she was as naked as him, he pushed her legs open to his view.

Licking his lips, he looked his fill. “Beautiful.” His voice was hoarse. “You’re gorgeous, Freckles.”

Paige wasn’t sure she agreed with him, but she basked in his praise anyway. She knew what he could see; round, firm breasts tipped in pink, wide hips and ass, and a plump pussy topped with a neat patch of dark red curls. “You going to stand there and look, or actually do something?”

His fingers trailed up her leg, causing goosebumps. “Oh, I’m going to do something, all right.” He sat down in the booth and pulled her to the edge of the table in front of him so her ass was hanging over it.

She let out a long cry at the feel of his tongue swiping up through her pussy as he licked her from entrance to clit. Circling the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue, he teased and tormented her until her thighs began to shake. She was braced on her arms, leaning back slightly, and when he wrapped his lips around her clit she let her head fall back and closed her eyes.

“Asher!” She was breathless, lost in the sensations this man’s sinful mouth evoked. “So good.”

---