Page 61 of Desiring an Angel

She kissed his forehead, his nose. His mouth, their lips lingering together.

Her eyes lifted to my face—and I rolled away before her impulsiveness landed her mouth on mine.

That would be a line I couldn’t cross with any hope of remaining untangled in what both seemed to have set their minds on.

I slipped into the bathroom and put on the shower’s harshest setting.

For the first time since working together with Ash to help a woman find release, I was the one to leave our bed.

My stomach twisted up as tight as my jaw. I needed to focus on some sort of plan to redirect the path I’d opened up into the unknown. A new beginning…or an ending.

I wasn’t sure which I wished for.

23

Skylar

I dreamed…surely I did.

A pinch to my arm revealed I didn’t.

“Did you…just pinch yourself?” Ashton asked with a chuckle while smoothing my hair away from my face.

“Um…yes?”

The shower turned on in the bathroom, and Ashton crushed my chest to his, fingers running through my hair until I wanted to purr like a kitten against his hard pecs. “You’re cute,” he murmured.

“And your dick is delicious,” I spewed the first compliment that came to mind, very aware of his softening length still lodged inside me.

He chuckled again. “Wait until you have Rhett deep in your body.”

“You think he’d want that?” I asked, remembering the wariness in his eyes when I’d considered kissing his lips too.

“He loves pussy as much as he loves a woman’s ass, so that’s a definite yes.”

“How much is too much?” I bit my lower lip.

“Dick or information?”

I giggled and shoved at his chest, but the steel trap of his arms didn’t budge from his place firmly locked around me.

“There’s no such thing for the second, but as for the first, I wouldn’t know. I’ve only had Rhett’s, and he fits me perfectly.”

Heat rushed through me again at the thought that Rhett had buried himself in Ashton while he’d been fucking me. “What’s it like?”

“Anal sex?”

“Yeah.”

“Uncomfortable at first, but once I adjust, my body craves more. Harder. Deeper. I can’t get enough of him—never have, never will.”

“And what’s it like being inside me at the same time he’s fucking you?”

Ashton moaned as his dick slid from my body. “Absolute perfection—heaven.”

He shifted onto his back, removed the condom, and I soaked in the sight of his naked body since the morning light flooded through the windows unhindered by blinds or curtains.

Light brown hair covered his legs up over powerful-looking thighs, but he trimmed the patch around his groin area. A spattering of hair lined his lower abs that contracted as he tossed the tied-off condom aside, but his chest was smooth as a baby’s butt.

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