Page 271 of Second Sets Omnibus
“You ever get a funny feeling about it?” Zepp asks, cocking his head to the side and examining my twisted expression.
“No.” Yes. I did. It always made me feel uneasy and off. But who was I to question their signatures on the dotted line? Besides that phone call, too. It was pretty damn convincing.
Well, maybe I should have listened back then. I was so determined that they wanted nothing to do with me that I kept it all together for Lyric. She was my priority. It scared the living hell out of me thinking about dropping her in their laps.
What if they truly didn’t want her?
Now I know the entire situation was bullshit. Concocted by some psychopath who hated my guts and twisted Asher into her grips to get what she wanted most. Money.
“Knock, knock.”
I nearly pee my pants when I jolt upright, staring at Asher loitering just inside my office door with a grin, shutting it behind him.
“You were deep in concentration,” he chuckles, walking toward my desk with a tray consisting of two drinks and a take-out bag from my favorite coffee place. “I got your favorite again. The avocado sandwich I always see you eyeing.”
I sweep my papers into a pile on the side of my desk as he sets out our lunch.
“God, Asher. You’re a lifesaver,” I murmur, biting into my chicken and avocado sandwich.
He chuckles. “Well, I figured you needed to eat, and I just so happened to be getting that anyway.” His eyes dart away, refocusing on his sandwich as he takes tentative bites.
“Why’re you still holding back?” I ask, setting my food down.
“I’m not,” he says, shaking his head.
“You are.”
He swallows his bite, chugging his Dr. Pepper. “I’m not meaning to.” His teeth sink nervously into the bottom of his lip when he sets his sandwich down and takes a deep breath. “I?—”
“It’s okay, Evil Ash,” I murmur, reaching across my desk to take his hand.
Squeezing my hand in his seems to bring out his bravery a sliver. His hazel eyes stay glued to the ground when he opens his mouth. “I’m all in, Little Brat. I promise I am. I just… I still feel guilty. It sits so damn heavy on my chest. I know you forgave me.”
“Completely. You are 100 percent forgiven. I told you that I’ll remember forever what it felt like when you left. But I don’t dwell on it. Look at you… The old Asher wouldn’t have given me the time of day. Not to bring me lunch, at least. He’d only have wanted to jam his cock down my throat.”
I smirk when he chokes on his own drink, turning a bright shade of red like he didn’t do that exact thing a few nights ago after dancing in the rain.
“Christ,” he croaks, shaking his head. “You can’t say shit like that.”
All the pent-up horniness from before slams into me as I watch him wipe his mouth. This Asher is much more delectable than the old Asher. But there’s still one side I miss more than anything.
“Take me,” I say, pushing my chair back and slowly rising to my feet.
“Take you?” he asks, lowering his voice into a smooth rumble.
Yes, you idiot. Take me. Fuck me. Make me cum harder than I’ve ever cum before.
Those hazel eyes latch onto my movements as I begin to slip my high heels off and kick them under my desk, instantlybecoming inches shorter. His gaze doesn’t leave my movements even when I start to unbutton my work shirt, leaving it half open and exposing my white silky bra underneath.
“Yeah,” I say, shrugging out of my shirt and letting it drop to the ground near my chair. “Fucking take me, Asher. Do what you want to do to me.”
His eyes blow wide, darkening with each piece of clothing I remove. Yet, he doesn’t utter a command. Simply stares at me like I’ve grown a third boob he can’t wait to devour. Wicked thoughts must travel through his mind when his fingers twitch on top of my desk, desperate to reach out and grab me.
The cool air of the room rushes across my flesh, pebbling goosebumps up and down my body as I remove my pants and toss them across the desk, hitting him in the face.
He jerks back, gripping them in his hands. “Little Brat,” he rasps with roaming eyes, staring me up and down as I stand before him in only my bra and underwear. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn gorgeous.”
“Tell me what to do, Asher.” I won’t move unless he says so.
