Page 93 of Siren's Game

"Let me be honest with you, Sweetheart, it's not exactly a great feeling." I put my hands on her thighs and start massaging them subconsciously, only noticing when she starts to squirm a bit. "But no. I'm not going to make you stop being friends. You're definitely going to need to cut the 'benefits' thing from your friendship, though, because I’m sure as fuck not sharing you."

"Of course," she assures me quickly and nods, finally touching me back by putting her hands on my shoulders, playing with a few loose strands of hair right behind my ear. "I promise. No more benefits."

"And I want to get to know him." I close my eyes for a moment when her fingers start running along my neck, the slightest touch making my skin break into goose bumps. "Can we compromise on no one-on-one meetings in the beginning?"

"Yeah. That's more than fair," she whispers with a nod and lays her forehead against mine. "Thank you."

"Nothing to thank me for yet, Sweetheart." I cup her face for a quick kiss before I go back to my place on the other side of the table. Now that we’ve gotten the heavy topic of the day over with, my hunger is back with a vengeance.

But then I change my mind and bring my plate over to hers, only returning to the other side of the table to move my chair over to eat next to her, our thighs and shoulders touching.

"The amount of time you've been with Josh, he probably knows all kinds of fun stuff about you." I wink at her, chuckling when her face grows redder than the strawberries on her pancake. "Maybe he'll share with the class."

"Is stopping being friends with him still on the table?" she asks with fake-panicking wide eyes, and I grin, leaning in to press my lips against hers.

"Nope." I grin, only a breath away from her lips. "Now eat, Sweetheart, before I call him to get some ideas for the rest of the day."

"Oh," she says, sounding almost disappointed. I raise my eyebrow at her, and she breaks into a mischievous grin. "You know, I kind of thought we'd try out those hooks on your bed that you were talking about."

I groan and lay my head on her shoulder, feeling her shake with laughter. Her hand finds my hair and pats my head affectionately.

"You know, just for that I'm going to order a courier from the nearest sex shop." I grin and when I look up, I find her looking at me, eyes shining with emotions and happiness. "Just for reference, what's the highest number of orgasms you’ve had in one hour?"

Kayla

Sixmonthslater

"Do I reallyhaveto go?" I ask with a pout as I open the door to my wardrobe to let my eyes wander over the mountains of fabric in there aimlessly.

Asher's new movie premieres tonight. Well, not new, he finished filming it before we even met. But I have tons of other thoughts racing through my mind, circling with lightning speed.

Because, as suspected, Starlet Sounds is fighting us tooth and nail about leaving our contract and thus their label. They want to enforce all kinds of non-compete clauses that would force Millie and me out of the entertainment business for a few years at least.

Our lawyers are cutthroat, though, and have been fighting hard for us over the past half year.

While I trust them, knowing that tomorrow will be the final negotiation that determines Millie's and my future is just anxiety inducing as fuck. If we don’t find some kind of compromise, this whole thing needs to go to trial, and I really don’t have the nerves to sit around and wait for everything to be done.

"You don'thaveto," Asher assures me with a chuckle and steps up right next to me, laying his hand on my hip, his thumb slowly stroking over the silk material of my bathrobe. I melt against him with a deep sigh. "But it would make me very,veryhappy."

I take a deep breath and look up at him, meeting his big eyes and cross my arms in front of my chest. Another sigh falls from my lips before I look away again. My kryptonite.

"Fine," I tell him with a pout, and he leans down to kiss my pursed lips with a smile. "Help me pick what to wear."

Immediately, he lets go of me and walks into my walk-in wardrobe, intent in his steps, and his hand darts out to the red dress I bought three weeks ago.

I roll my eyes, but I can’t help the smile that tugs at my lips. I should have known he'd pick that one.

Ever since I bought it, he's been on my ass about wearing it, downright obsessed with seeing me in this flimsy thing that barely covers anything important. It looked cute on the hanger, but wearing it is probably going to be exhausting.

"You're one lucky, lucky man, Asher," I tell him, biting the inside of my cheek to suppress my grin and take the dress out of his hands. "Fine. Get out so I can get ready."

"Nothing I haven't seen before, Sweetheart," he says and presses his lips against my temple. “But I’ll leave you to it.” He shoots me a cheeky grin before he leaves my walk-in closet.

I shake my head at him, then step out of my bathrobe, the only thing I'm wearing since I just stepped out of the shower. Holding up the dress, I sigh. It’s going to look bomb, but I’ll have to bereallycareful over the evening.

"Wow," Asher says with a low whistle when I walk into the living room in full glam, fighting to put in one of my earrings. I’ve spent the last week completely earring-less since they got on my nerves and one of my piercing holes is a stubborn little asshole and always heals up after a day or two of not wearing any.

I grimace when the earring finally pierces through.

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