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God, the man is breathtaking.

“I need to fuck you, Em,” he grits out like the words are painful. “I’ll try to be gentle, but—”

“I want it too,” I whimper, needing him inside me. The roughness of his strokes. The mindlessness of losing myself to the pleasure. Before I start thinking about how my heart is beating a little too hard when I look at him.

Ash groans, a sound filled with desperation. His eyes wild, dark, frenzied. He moves above me, the thick crest of his cock nudging against my entrance. For a heartbeat, a small flicker of nerves race across my flesh.

“You okay?” he asks.

“I just...I haven’t done this in a long time.”

He kisses me, his mouth soft, warm, coaxing, and my fear vanishes. He eases inside of me, his heavy cock almost bruising it’s so thick. It takes a moment for my body to adjust to his size. Pain and pleasure.

His gaze is locked with mine when he fills me completely, and my pussy clenches around him, new, glorious sensations building inside of me.

“Oh, God, Em,” he groans. “You feel so good.”

I whimper, unable to put words to what I’m feeling. Slowly he starts to move, his hard shaft pulling out, then thrusting deep, penetrating me completely. My hips jerk to meet his strokes until his movements are no longer slow and gentle.

His lips cover mine, and I swallow his groan as we begin moving together, our bodies connected, our rhythm matched. I fight to hold onto a sense of reality, but the sensations sear through me, burning through every cell in my body.

I grip onto his forearms. Powerful muscles that bunch and strain as he thrusts harder, deeper. Pleasure surges, higher, higher, higher, until I’m crying out, ecstasy pulsing through me like a current.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Ash groans. “Come for me, again.”

I do. My pussy clenches, tightens, the spasm ricochetting through my whole body.

Ash lets out a deep, primal sound. His cock feels even harder, bigger than before. And he thrusts one last time before his own release rocked through him.

He collapses on top of me, his breathing harsh, uneven against my cheek, and I’m pretty sure I’ve stopped breathing completely.

But when I finally do take in a lungful of air, Ash has me wrapped tight against him, his mouth in my hair.

We don’t speak.

Because there are no words.

The rockstar literally just rocked my world. And all I want to do is fall asleep in his arms. To stay here, for just a little bit longer. But slowly reality starts to settle in. And I remember that this is all just an illusion.

Three months. And then he’ll be gone.

I rest my cheek against his chest, trying to hold onto this moment for just a second longer. But it’s already fading, emotions threatening to make me believe this is more than what it is.

Ash tilts my chin up, studies me a second, then sighs before pressing his lips to mine quickly and rolling out of bed.

I watch him, aware of how my heart hammers against my chest, the way even now little butterflies flutter in my belly. I’d sworn never to make the same mistake I had all those years ago, but I’d known the first time he kissed me that I’d end up breaking that promise.

I’m falling for Asher Stone.

And I know, even as I think it, that this ends one way - with a broken heart.

Chapter Fourteen

Ash

We heara car pulling up the driveway the same time as I’m zipping up my jeans. The music is off now, and Ember looks through the curtains, a worried frown tugging at her lips when she does.

“It’s Cadence,” she says, grabbing her clothes and dressing quickly. It’s hard not to stare. Her body is all curves, perfect lines and made to be pleasured. I’ve never been with a woman like her - who looks at me so deeply as she comes. Who isn’t scared of asking for what she wants.

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