Page 120 of Irresistibly Risky

Something I tell him after everyone has left and it’s just us, snuggled up on the couch together finally not watching football. We had my mom and dad bring Mason home to us and we snuck him through the back way. After the day we had, I wanted him home with us and his friends set up a perfect distraction for the press out front when they left.

In a flash, Asher tugs me by the thigh until I’m supine on the couch, and then he climbs over me, staring down at me from above, straight into my eyes. “It’s been an intense few months.”

I snort. “That’s putting it mildly.”

“No,” he says softly, his eyes dancing about my face as a smile curls up the corner of his lips. “What I mean is, I think we’re going to hit an even patch.”

I groan. “You did not just jinx us like that, did you? Next thing you know, we’ll have some weird celebrity obsession thing and you’ll be kidnapped, and then Mason and I will have to hire… well, I guess Lenox in this case, to find you.”

He’s thoroughly amused. “Celebrity kidnapping?”

I shrug up a shoulder. “You have a lot of obsessed fans.”

“Funny considering the only person I want to be obsessed with me is you.”

I roll my eyes. “Never gonna happen, player.”

He drops his body weight down on me and then grinds up until I’m forced to feel every hard inch of him. “I bet I can change your mind, ice queen.”

“You have your work cut out for you. Most women would not be so forgiving.”

“True,” he acknowledges, as if he’s genuinely giving this some consideration.

“In fact,” I tell him, doing my best to hide my grin. “I don’t think I forgive you after all. I think I’m still mad.”

He grinds into me again, stealing the breath from my lungs. “How mad?”

“Furious,” I exclaim on a pant. “I might hate you again.”

Brimstone burns in his eyes turning them to a smoldering charcoal. “Is that so?”

“Yes.” I squint at him tauntingly. “Player.”

He gives me that devilish crooked smirk. “Hmmm.” In one swift movement, he rips my shirt up and over my head. He tosses it away and then plants his hands on either side of my head. “Let me see what I can do to change that.”

Yanking down the cup of my bra, his tongue swirls around my nipple, making me arch into him. My hands grip his hair, my fingers ripping at his strands. I do forgive him, but that doesn’t stop the part of me that’s still miffed by his action. Besides, a little punishment never hurt anyone.

His hand dives into my pants and underwear, pressing down on the top of my mound with his palm while swirling a finger around my opening.

“Fucking soaked,” he hisses and then plunges two fingers inside me. He starts to pump in and out of me. “Still hate me now?”

“More than ever.” I moan, my eyes closing as the pleasure intensifies when his fingertips find that magic spot inside me.

He nips at my jaw. “That’s what I thought.” His fingers continue their delicious pounding, the pace so fast and delirious I can’t do anything other than feel what he’s doing to me. His mouth dips by my ear. “This is going to be one of many. The next one will be on my cock. How close are you?”

“So close,” I manage, my body swirling higher as he rubs the base of his palm on my needy clit.

“I know, my queen. I can feel it. Your pussy is gripping my fingers the same way it’ll grip my cock the second you come. So how about you be a good girl and do that for me now?”

Mother. Fuck. That should not have any impact on my body, but it does. It totally does. I come, just as he tells me to. And the second I start to wind down from that high, my pants are off, and he’s hiking my knee up and over his good shoulder, and then he’s slamming straight into me.

“Jesus! Asher!”

“Shhh. Mason is sleeping.”

I smile as he starts to take me, knowing this is exactly how we’re going to do it for the rest of our lives. Hot. Dirty. Playful. Experimental. Risky. And all of it filled with so much love.

Two separate entities so perfectly and thoroughly intertwined, there’s no telling where he starts and I end. It’s him. A football player of all people. The last man I ever intended to fall for is, without a doubt, the one I never stood a chance of resisting. And I wouldn’t change a thing about it.

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