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I shifted one hand between us to rub her clit. A moment later, her whole body locked. She came with a gasp, clenching around me.
I couldn’t hold back. I buried myself deep and groaned as I spilled into her, releasing everything I had.
We stayed fused together as we came down, breathless and sweaty.
Asha collapsed against my shoulder, warm and pliant and still trembling in my arms.
And for the first time in years, I let myself believe I could have something good.
Not just tonight.
Not just these stolen days.
But her. Us.
A future.
I’d do everything in my power to protect it.
47
ASHA
Iwoke to callused hands nudging my thighs apart and the hot scrape of stubble against my sensitive skin.
I blinked away my bleary vision and squinted down the bed to find Rook, fully dressed in his usual black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, no tie, hair slicked back, staring at my bare pussy like it was his final meal on death row.
His gaze lifted just enough to catch mine. “Morning, love.”
I rubbed at my eyes to make sure this wasn’t an erotic dream. “What are you doing?”
“Keeping my wife satisfied.”
“You did a pretty good job of that last night.”
“I’m going to be gone all day,” he said, already ducking down. “I want to be sure.”
Then his mouth was on me.
My hips jolted. “Jesus, Rook. My brain’s been awake for ten seconds.”
Undeterred, he hooked his arms beneath my thighs, holding me open while his tongue made lazy circles over my clit.
Whatever happened toGood morning? How are you? Would you like a coffee before I destroy your pussy?
“You can take it.” His breath caressed my damp skin. “And you’re too sore to fuck, so let me please you this way.”
Well…if he insisted. Seemed rude to interrupt.
Especially since he already had me halfway to detonation. Rook was a fast learner. He knew every inch of me. How to tease me until I begged for release and how to set me off in seconds if that was his intent.
Which it seemed to be now. If he kept sucking on my clit like that, I was going to come in record time.
Just as I reached the edge, his phone buzzed.
Rook didn’t stop. He fished the phone from his pocket, checked the screen, then placed it on my lower belly.
I glared at him when his finger hovered over the Answer button. “Don’t you dare.”
