Page 27 of Keeping Promises

“Do you think it’s going to be a girl or a boy?” I ask, taking a long inhale of his cologne just to torture myself.

“Did you just smell me?” He whips his head around toward me with his right eyebrow arched.

“What? No! That would be weird.” Then again, that should be my motto. Hadley Kincaid—making it weird since 1995. I’m flustered that I wasn’t as stealthy as I thought I was, and the smirk on his face tells me he knows I’m full of shit.

Asher leans forward, tucking a stray blonde hair that fell in my face behind my ear. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, your secret is safe with me.” And then the asshole winks, and I don’t know if I want to punch him or kiss him.

Instead, I push off him, shoving him back playfully to the other side of the couch before grabbing the pack of Twizzlers from the coffee table.

“Anyways, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted.” I narrow my eyes at him as I pull a delicious red stick from the package.

He scoffs and holds his hands up innocently. “You were the one who smelled me,” he chuckles as he steals the candy from my hand and takes a bite.

“Hey, that’s mine.” I like this comfortableness that has filtered through the apartment. It would be hard to believe that just last year I couldn’t stand him. Hell, not that long ago, we were sparring in here over me hiding the news from him.

His eyes soften as they meet mine again, “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“Do you think it’s a girl or a boy?”

“I don’t know. What do you think? Any cravings or whatever that help predict what that is?” Asher pulls his phone from his pocket and begins typing on it.

I settle back on the couch, pulling my knees up, resting against the back of the couch.

“Here’s an article that says old wives’ tales. Okay, what are you craving?”

“Hmm, Twizzlers.” I hold up the candy in my hand. “Oh, and bacon.” My mouth waters at just the sound of it.

He scrunches his lips together, focused on the screen. “Well, that’s sweet and salty, so that doesn’t help.” He moves his fingers scrolling through his phone, reading. I watch as the material of his shirt bunches around his biceps, and not only is my mouth watering thinking of bacon, but Asher is looking like a mighty fine snack, too. Oh my God, what is wrong with me?

“Ooo, it says here that if the woman was on top during conception, then it could be a—”

“What,” I screech, cutting him off and swiftly moving to grab his phone from his hand. The package of candy drops to the floor. “It doesn’t say that. Give me that.”

His reflexes are too fast for me, though, because he lifts his phone into the air, forcing me to topple into his lap.

Okay, there seriously needs to be something wrong with the thermostat in here because the air is now sizzling, ready to burst a flame between us. His hand hooks around my thigh so that I’m now straddling him.

“Asher,” I breathe.

“Hadley.” His gaze hones in on my lips. My tongue darts out, dragging against the chapped skin, and his eyes become the darkest shade of blue I’ve ever seen.

Involuntarily, I roll my hips against his erection hardening underneath me. It feels as though my pussy and his cock are two magnets drawn to each other. I think my pussy remembers exactly what his cock can do and is in total agreement.

He emits a low growl that I feel deep within my core. I’m pretty sure there’s a tsunami warning siren going off in my underwear for the giant wave of pleasure building just from grinding against him.

“Hadley, we shouldn’t,” he pants, yet instead of putting a stop to this and pushing me off back to my side of the couch, he does the complete opposite. His hands drag down my side and grip my hips, forcefully rocking me back and forth over him.

“You’re right,” I admit, becoming more and more consumed with lust. The way his dick is nestled in his suit pants against my shorts directly hits my throbbing clit. Fuck taking things slowly at the moment. I need more. I crave more. “Oh fuck, Asher, that feels so good. These fucking hormones have me so horny.”

If I wasn’t so turned on right now, I might have been embarrassed by openly admitting that to him. I increase my speed, grinding against him.

“That’s it, baby girl, take what you need. Grind on me till that pretty little pussy comes.”

Between his dirty words, his solemn stare at me, and the pressure on my clit, it doesn’t take long for my orgasm to detonate. I ride out the wave of pleasure as I continue to rock back and forth. I grip the back of his dress shirt tightly to keep from falling off as I come down from my high.

“Wow, that was—just wow,” I say breathlessly, still at a loss for words.

Asher adjusts himself, his erection rubbing up against my sensitive nub, and I jolt upward at the contact. I realize that I was the only one who came. My fingers dance down the buttons on his shirt, ready to return the favor when he grips my wrist, stopping me.

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