Page 66 of Captivated By You

I had zero complaints.

They said the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, and Asher and his dad proved that saying to be true. Sure, he had his mother’s topaz eyes—his father’s were a darker blue, more like navy—but everything else about him was purely his dad, including his personality.

I saw now where he got his work ethic from, but I also couldn’t help but notice how much Asher tried to impress his father. I found that the most interesting of all. It clearly mattered to him on a fundamental level that he meet his father’s high expectations and didn’t let him down. For a man who exuded confidence and control, to see him show his vulnerable side only made me fall harder for him.

And the best bit—Asher hadn’t lied when he’d said his parents were two of the most down-to-earth people, despite their vast wealth. Money had a habit of changing people. At least that was my impression from my time working at the hotel, yet Asher’s mom and dad were warm and friendly and, most telling of all, kind and respectful to their staff.

“I told you it would be okay.”

Asher tugged off his tie and threw it on the bed, giving me flashbacks to our first night together.

My skin prickled, the hair rising on the back of my neck. I tamped down my desire.

We couldnothave sex in his parents’ house.

If they heard me, I’d never find the courage to face them again.

“Kiana?”

I blinked, forcing myself out of my head and into the present. “Sorry, what?”

Asher came toward me, the famished look in his eyes sending my heart rate rocketing. He lifted my chin, exposing my neck, and lowered his head to kiss me there.

“Do you think those memories will ever fade?” He nuzzled closer.

The man read me so well. Sometimes it scared me how he seemed to delve into my head with ease. Maybe it wasmewho should avoid playing poker.

“I hope not.”

His fingertips ghosted up my sides, lifting my silk blouse on his journey to my breasts.

I shivered, biting back a moan as he traced my lips with his tongue. “Ash, we can’t.”

“We can.”

“Your parents…” I gasped as he brushed my nipple through my clothes.

“Won’t hear you.”

He unfastened my shirt and tugged down the cups of my bra. I squeezed my core, a shuddering breath spilling out of me as he bent to circle my nipple with the tip of his tongue.

“How can you be so sure?”

He stood, releasing me, and I mourned the loss of his warmth, his touch.

“Mom!” he yelled at the top of his lungs. “Come quick!”

“What are you doing?”

“Mom!”

This time he hollered even louder.

“Asher, shut up.” I shook him.

He grinned, throwing his hands out to the sides.

“See? They can’t hear you. Their suite of rooms is on the other side of the house, overlooking the lake.”

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