Page 73 of Obsession on Repeat
He chuckled under his breath. "You’re really out here trying to seduce me with your feet now?"
I glanced at him sideways. "If it works, it works."
Smiling, he pushed away from the bar. "If you’re ready, we can head out. I need to lock up my office first."
I grabbed my shoes, hesitating for a moment, before I chose to follow him. I stood inside the doorway, watching him.
He glanced up, his gaze catching mine. "You following me in here for a reason?"
"Maybe." I took several steps closer to him. "You didn’t ask me not to."
The space between us shrank until I was close enough to feel the warmth coming off his skin. "You always do that."
"Do what?"
"Leave room to let me decide."
"Because I won’t ever take something you’re not ready to give." His voice cracked around the words. "Even if I’m dying for it."
I stared up at him, heart thudding, breath catching in my throat. "What if I’m ready now?"
His hand came up slowly, knuckles brushing my cheek. "Then I need you to come here."
Our mouths crashed together, and his hands found my waist. I gasped when he turned us, pressing me gently against the desk. I tugged at his shirt, yanking it up, needing him closer. He groaned as I dragged my hands over his chest, my nails skimming across muscle, and he kissed me harder in response. His body pressed flush to mine, thigh sliding between my legs. I arched into him without thinking, grinding down on the pressure he gave me.
The door creaked open. "Asher, you better not be—" Vanessa stepped halfway into the doorway, took one look, and raised an unimpressed brow. "Seriously? You two couldn’t wait until you got home?"
Embarrassed, I buried my face in his chest.
"Office is off-limits for extracurricular activities, lover boy," she added dryly. "You want her to stick around, don’t get her banned from the building."
He cleared his throat. "We were… locking up."
She gave him a pointed look. "Right. Well, lock it up somewhere else. Time to go home, kids."
Then, with the air of someone who’d seen too much and cared just enough to make it awkward, Vanessa disappeared down the hall.
Asher sighed into my hair, then pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head, his hand firm at my waist. "So…" he murmured, voice low. "Where were we?"
I snickered against his chest. "Apparently about thirty seconds away from needing to find another place to work."
He chuckled, his lips grazing the curve of my jaw. "Let’s get you home before that happens."
"Home?" He had never called it mine before; lately there had been a silent acceptance that I had taken up space there. I didn’t press the issue. I had my own apartment, but no matter the circumstance, I found myself repeatedly at his doorstep.
He kissed me again, slipping his hand in mine. "Home."
The ride was quiet in that easy, late-night kind of way, his hand on my thigh, my fingers laced through his. Music hummed low from the speakers, nothing urgent about the silence between us.
Asher dropped the keys on the counter, then turned to face me. I barely had time to speak before his hands were on my waist again.
"We have a bed now," I whispered, teasing.
"I know." His mouth brushed mine. "But I kind of liked the desk."
I smiled into the kiss, and he deepened it, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of my shirt.
"Rory." My name came out as a sigh from his lips, and he blinked languidly as he gazed down at me. His thumbs stroked slow circles against my hips, the motion rubbing the fabric of my shirt. "Rory, look at me. I want you to know there are no expectations here, no demands, no judgments." He brushed his knuckles down my cheek. "This can be your sanctuary. I can be your sanctuary if you want it."
