I felt the warm fluid rush into me and then out of me with every slow drag backward, and his lips captured mine again but this time, the kiss was so gentle, I didn't recognize it.
"Wow," he whispered before kissing me again, and that was exactly what I was thinking.
Wow.
"You are incredible, Ms. Porter." Asher stood there still buried between my legs while I sat trembling, my hips shaking so hard from the orgasm. Never in my life had I come so hard that my body had been racked by the shakes like this.
And I didn't have a clue what to say.
What should I have said to that? That my boss was incredible at making me come? My God, I felt every nerve in my body firing at the same time as he pulled back and his cock sprang free. I watched it for a moment, feeling shame creep up in my cheeks.
It was all fun and games until we were forced to speak again, and I expected it to be very awkward. But Asher made it feel painless.
He tucked his dick away, zipped up, and then leaned in and kissed me again tenderly. "Sit still, pretty girl," he whispered, and all I could do was obey him.
He walked across the room to the kitchenette, from which he procured the whiskey only moments ago, and pulled out a few tissues from the box. When he came back, I expected him to hand them to me, but he didn't.
"Spread," he said, and as mortifying as it was, I spread my knees to his eager fingers that wiped every drop of the mess from my thighs and my sex. It undid me more than the dirty talk. And when he asked, "Was that okay? I mean… You're alright with that?" I felt my face flush and my eyes go wide.
"What do you mean?"
This wasn't the Asher Locke who just shredded me in front of his board, and this wasn't at all what I thought having sex with him was going to be like.
Clayton told me he was a monster.
Heck, I'd seen him being a monster in the flesh.
But this gentle side of him felt so opposite, I sat in shock as he picked up my bra and shirt and handed them to me.
"I mean, I didn't exactly ask for consent, but then you didn't stop me. And… I just want to make sure you're okay." I shimmied my skirt down over my hips, slid off the table, and stood there staring at him with my bra and top in hand.
"Uh, yeah… Of course… I think…." I was confused and overwhelmed. He lifted his hands and straightened my hair a little, then curled his fingers around my neck and pulled me closer for a kiss again.
"Good, because you're too beautiful to be upset." The kiss was so deep and warm, I lost myself. My core started to pulse again already. "Just don't interrupt me during a meeting again and we'll get along just fine."
"I, uh…"
My heart fluttered, and I blinked a few times trying to get my brain to function. Asher was so sweet, so gentle. His touch was electric, his voice an inferno that threatened to wreck me, and when he turned away to get his now lukewarm coffee, I tugged my bra and shirt on as fast as possible.
Before he turned back around, I had my panties in my fist and my clothing at least acceptable. "I should go to the bathroom and…" Chewing my lip, I took a step toward the door.
"Go on, pretty girl," he said softly, and I had a feeling that nickname was one that would stick.
I grabbed my phone and darted to the door with a mind so full of thoughts I could barely walk straight—or maybe it was how wobbly he made my legs.
I stepped into the hallway and shut the door feeling giddy and flustered.
It was incredible, better than I ever imagined it would be.
So good, in fact, that I almost forgot about the recording and Clayton, or the half-million dollars in the bank he paid me to bring Asher down.
Almost.
Just the thought of it had my throat constricting.
I opened the phone and stopped the recording.
It wasn't going to be useful to Clayton, not for what he wanted, anyway.
