Page 8 of Never Bed the Boss
Asher towers over me, a halo of light around him contradicting the devilish look on his face, as I try to push myself back up but fail miserably at it. I can hardly support my weight with my weak, wobbly arms, jelly under Asher’s gaze.
“Is this how you treat everyone who steals from you?” I ask breathlessly.
The corner of his mouth quirks as he lowers himself onto the edge of the couch. He glides his hand along the length of my leg, looking at me with so much admiration that it’s making my chest clench.
“Never,” he says, finally, his eyes meeting mine. “No one’s ever stolen my heart. Never stolen my breath the way you do, Lilah. No one.” The last words are hardly above a whisper but they ring incessantly in my head.
I’m stunned. Shocked. Unable to think of how this could be. I have no idea how any of this could be true.
“It guts me, Lilah, knowing how easily you left me.” His eyes are hooded and dark as he looks at me. “You make me obsessed. I lose all control around you. I need you, Lilah. I need you more than I’ve ever needed anyone before. My life started the moment you walked into my sight.”
“I-I don’t understand,” I mutter. It’s the truth. I don’t understand how I could have this effect on someone, but it’s clear I do. The way he looks at me.Kissesme. There’s no other way to see it. And I can’t deny that I feel it too.
Asher slides his palms along my thighs, my panties already soaked with need. He skims the hem of my skirt. “I thought our night together was enough, but I’ll show you, Lilah. I’ll prove to you how completely and utterly consumed I am with you. I’ll make sure there isn’t a single doubt in your mind how much?—”
My breath hitches in my chest as he drops the last part of his sentence. There’s something in his eyes, tenderness or something like it, and for a moment I feel so loved. I feel like a part of me that was broken by the world long ago is being picked up and pieced back together before my eyes. But it lasts for a brief moment. Something hardens in Asher and he regains the rough, demanding edge that I’ve been warned about all day.
“I’m going to make you come so hard your back will fucking snap like a twig.”
Okay…I’d prefer my back remain intact, but another part of me is a little curious. More than a little curious because I’m not sure he can make me come any harder than I did with him weeks ago. I thought I was going to burst at the seams.
He wastes no time, slipping his hands beneath my skirt and then shoving it up roughly as it bunches around my waist.
I gasp, as he dives between my thighs, kissing my bare skin as I cling to him. I can hardly breathe as his breath dances across my skin. His lips and tongue press into me. A single finger drags across—“Asher,” I moan.
“You’re so wet,” Asher growls before taking his finger, slick with me, into his mouth before letting out a rumbling, chesty groan. “I’ve been dying for this, angel. Needing you. Needing this.” He presses his mouth against me, panties still on as his tongue begins to devour every last drop of me.
“Shit,” I moan, gripping Asher’s dark hair as his tongue demolishes every single thought from my head.
The noises he’s making are guttural and animalistic. He’s devouring me like a caveman who hasn’t eaten for weeks and has no desire to share.
“More,” he moans. “I need so much more of you, Lilah.”
He tears off my panties as though they’re paper, tossing them as his tongue swirls against my sensitive nub. Aching and delicious tension builds inside me, begging for release.
“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Do. Not. Stop.”
And he doesn’t. His hands rivet me in place as my body clenches tighter and tighter as Asher’s tongue swirls against me, moans and growls and snarls renting the air as he consumes me.
I take back my previous statement. This man is no devil. He’s a saint, working miracles on me with his mouth, and soon enough he’ll be taking me to heaven.
I’m moments away from cresting when I hear a long, harsh beep cut through the air. I glance toward the elevator, my mind wandering for a brief moment until Asher reels me back in.
“Ignore it, angel,” Asher growls as he slides his hand along my ribcage. “Focus,” he bellows in between his tongue and mouth’s relentless assault against my sex.
It feels so good—even better than the first time. It’s… I never thought I’d feel like this again, but Asher’s taking me to ever greater heights. Everything’s hazy as I feel my body dangling on the precipice.
“Come for me,” he snarls, his warm breath rolling over me. It feels like my heart is beating out of my chest as everything tightens, including Asher’s hands around my waist as my legs dangle uselessly over his shoulders.
“I want to feel you come on my lips,” he moans, lapping at me. “Need to feel it.”His mouth finds me again, and when his eyes flit to mine again, I’m gone.
It’s all over as my body gives way to complete and utter oblivion. No thoughts. No worries. Nothing but Asher and his talented mouth.
When I finally come back down to reality, Asher’s no longer between my legs. He’s arguing with someone on the intercom next to the elevator. It takes me a few moments to recognize Adrian’s voice—my new boss.
I only catch bits and pieces as I try to piece myself back together after Asher’s performance shattered me. But as I readjust my skirt, I catch the most important part.
“And find yourself another assistant.” Asher turns, staring me down as he says, “Lilah is mine.”
