Asher dragged his mouth from mine and growled against my lips. “Turn around.”
I spun before the sound even finished leaving him and my back met his chest in the same heartbeat.
His arm locked across my waist while he stripped the sheer silk away in a single impatient tug.
The shirt fluttered to the floor and cool air rushed over my skin as he unhooked my bra and let the lace follow.
The way he spoke to me was intoxicating, dirty… Like he wanted to dominate me but he wasn't going to take it by force. He justwanted me to obey him, and with commands like that, how could I resist?
He bent me forward with a hot palm between my shoulder blades. My hips ground into the table edge and the shock of cold wood on my chest and belly made me gasp. “Hands flat,” he growled at me, then positioned my arms at either side of my body. “Stay right there."
I flattened my palms on the polished surface and stayed exactly where he put me.
My breasts were crushed beneath me and I shuddered as his hand smoothed over the curve of my hips. "Um… okay…" I mumbled cautiously, afraid if I spoke too much, it would shatter the magic of this moment.
This wasn't at all what I thought Asher Locke would be like.
At least not from my first impressions.
"You like talking to me?" he asked as I heard the rasp of his zipper going down.
"Do you like me talking to you?" I asked, trying hard to see him out of the corner of my eyes.
But it was obvious I was nervous.
My voice cracked on the words, or maybe it was the way his fingers drew my skirt up my thighs to my hips, baring my black silk panties to the cold air.
My breath hitched as he slid a finger over the outside of my valley and he hissed.
"Just breathe, baby, just breathe…"
I shuddered again, clenching around nothing while he slid that same finger under the elastic of the panties and deeper in, until his skin parted my folds and was slick with my moisture.
"Christ," I hissed, but breathe I did.
"You're such a good girl, Veda… getting so wet for me so easily." Asher's voice was killing me. I was going to let loose already and he'd barely even touched me. "This ass of yours is even prettier when it's up in the air like this. Did you know that?”
He continued to slide one finger through my moisture while his hand palmed the curve of my left cheek.
He hooked his fingers under the thin band of my panties and peeled them down my legs in one unhurried drag, letting the silk snag for a breath at my knees before it slid the rest of the way and pooled at my feet.
I stepped out of them without thinking, the cool air rushing between my thighs and making me shiver harder than I already was.
His hand came back to my skin immediately, palm gliding over the curve of my ass, spreading me open so gently, it felt almost reverent.
A low, ragged sound escaped him, the kind of noise a man makes when he sees something he wants.
“Stay open for me." The words scraped out of him in a gravelly sound that made me shudder, but when he guided my hand back to pull a cheek wider, it had me clenching around nothing.
My legs moved before my mind caught up, widening on their own until I felt completely exposed, completely his.
He pressed closer behind me, and I felt as his dick dragged slowly along my folds, slicking himself in my moisture, teasing my entrance without dipping in yet.
I bit down on a moan and rocked back the tiniest fraction, which was met with instant resistance.
His hand settled on the small of my back again, stopping me cold. “Not yet,” he rumbled in warning. “You take what I give you, nothing more.”
I nodded against the table and my cheek slid along the polished table. “Yes,” I managed in a short burst of air. “Whatever you want.”
