Page 26 of Never Bed the Boss
“Lilah,” Asher growls. He keeps repeating my name as he keeps thrusting into me. “So damn tight,” he moans as his teeth sink into my back and I feel another orgasm building. “Ride me, angel.”
I gasp as his cock slips out of me and he moves to the head of the bed.
“Need to see your face when you come. Smother me with those gorgeous tits.”
I swear I’m in a daze, my body reeling as tingling sensations roll over my skin. Thrumming. Humming. Everything feels so good.
I slide on top of him, grinding against him as he palms my tits.
“That’s it, angel. Just like that..”
“It’s so deep,” I moan as he pumps into me from below. “It’s so…” I bite down on my lip as I feel myself dangling precariously on the edge. Asher’s way too good at this. He knows what my body wants. He knows what I need as he thumbs my clit and nipple.
Him.
I want him.
I need him.
Everything he does turns me on.
“That’s it, baby.”
He reaches for my face, and when we lock eyes, he tells me to come for him and a few seconds later, I do.
“Fuck,” he moans. “Gorgeous. Just…fuuuu?—”
Asher pulses into me as his hands hold onto my waist, digging in and riveting me in place as he unleashes inside me. God this feels amazing. And seeing him so overwrought makes me even more turned on.
“Jesus,” he rasps when we finally come down.
I collapse onto him in a heap, both of us panting against each other.
“So that means you’re living here now?”
I snort. “I guess so.”
“And what happens if I make you come again? Will you marry me?”
I laugh, slapping his chest, but when I glance up at him, I’m not sure he’s joking.
I think he really does want to marry me.
“Maybe,” I say, pressing a kiss against his chest.
Although another part of me screams, yes, yes, YES!
I let out a long,soft sigh as I try to stretch, but fail because Asher’s arm and leg are hooked across my body. And I’m pretty sure each one weighs at least fifty pounds, stacked with so much muscle. So much power.
I try to turn my body to face him, but once I move, his grip around me tightens as he pulls me closer, and…good morning.
His cock presses against my ass and then slides up against my back as he growls. Snarls? Something animalistic that lights me up in no time. My nipples tighten as a frisson of excitement races through me and my mind wanders to last night and what happened. Again and again and again. I’d go through another month of no-touching if it always led tothat.
Well, maybe not. I’m not sure either of us will be able to keep our hands off each other anymore, and I like that a whole lot. I love it. And I love Asher.
It’s strange. When I thought about finding love, cooking up the imaginary man of my dreams as I wrote out that entry in my bucket list, Asher wasn’t close to the kind of guy I thought I’d end up with. Someone a little more… not filthy rich? A school teacher. An accountant. Or maybe a chef. The CEO of a major entertainment company didn’t register in my wildest dreams.
But I guess that’s because it doesn’t matter to me. What matters is how we make each other feel. Our interactions. It doesn’t matter to me that he has more money than a small country’s GDP. Of course, it’s a nice bonus, especially after living a life where there never was enough money. I’m not saying no to the trip to Italy.
