"Asher," I blurted out, stopping him from saying something he'd regret. "Take a breath…" I had no clue how to calm him down. I hadn't seen him this upset in more than a month and all I could think was that he might spiral and start drinking.
"He's crossed the line, Veda." Asher started pacing, hands fisted at his side, taking large strides. "He keeps pushing the limit and this time he's gone too far. He thinks by horning in on my business that he'll prove to the board that he's a better leader. But it doesn't matter. I’m in charge. I am the CEO by my father's choice."
"It was a good choice," I said, grabbing his hand before he started his next march across the long narrow office. "Your father made the right choice. Clayton is a monster." Without going into the specifics of how I knew that, I managed to halt him. "You deserve to be where you're at and you're right. Clayton is doing the wrong thing by pushing you to your breaking point." I wondered how much of Asher's drinking had been because of his brother’s instigation all along.
"I'm so angry and out of control," he growled, so I wrapped my arms around his chest in a hard hug. My own anxieties and worries could wait.
This moment wasn't about how I could get out of the mess I'd gotten myself in. It was about helping Asher regulate himself so he didn't drink. That was the last thing he needed.
So I clung to him, pressing my ear to his chest, until his arms came around me, and his breathing started to slow.
"You don't deserve anything he's doing to you. You are a good man, a strong man." I hoped my words comforted him, that they gave him some sort of reassurance. Because he really was an incredible man and I hated watching him go through this.
"Kiss me," he grumbled, and I pulled back to look up at him.
"What?"
"You heard me… Kiss me," he repeated before his lips descended on mine in a kiss so crushing it took my breath.
"Right now?" I asked, "Right here?"
"You're my medicine, Veda," he said, backing me toward his desk as he started unbuttoning my shirt. "Fix me… Make me feel better."
Asher’s kiss turned feral the moment our lips met again. He backed me up three strides until my thighs hit the desk, then gripped my waist and lifted me like I weighed nothing, setting me right on the polished edge.
Papers fanned out beneath me. A stapler clattered to the carpet, but his hands were already tearing at my blouse, buttons popped open, and he shoved the silk open and yanked my bra up to my collarbone. My breasts spilled free, nipples instantly tight under the cool office air.
“Perfect,” he growled, cupping them hard, thumbs flicking the peaks until I arched. “Look at these. Mine to play with whenever I need.”
I bit my lip to stay silent but it didn’t stop the whimpers that escaped until he kissed me again while fondling my breasts. God this was hot, the way he wanted me so desperately he'd take me with such passion.
His eyes flashed approval. “Good girl. Not a sound.” His hands worked open his fly as he kissed me again, and now I was eager for him. Desperate almost. With Clayton on the rampage I didn't know how many more times I'd be able to enjoy Asher, and his demanding demeanor right now couldn't put me off from wanting him.
He scrunched my pencil skirt higher, until it bunched around my hips. One rough tug dragged my lace panties to the side, exposing me completely. I felt his dick nudge my entrance, and then he surged forward. One long, merciless thrust seated him to his base. My back bowed. The desk rocked hard enough to send a framed photo crashing to the floor.
But Asher didn’t pause. His hips snapped forward again and again, each stroke deep and punishing, the heavy oak desk slamming against the wall in a reckless rhythm that rattled the windows. My thighs spread wider to take him, heels hooking behind his calves, ankles locked.
“That’s it,” he rasped, “open up for me, sweetheart. Take every inch like the perfect girl you are.”
His hands never left my breasts, kneading, pinching, rolling my nipples between strong fingers until pleasure bordered on pain and spilled right back into bliss. Every thrust jolted through me until my vision blurred at the edges and I found it hard to contain my moans.
“Do you know how bad I need you?” he gritted out, hips pistoning. “You save me, Veda… This… You're my salvation."
I clung to the edge of his desk, swallowing every moan. The only sounds were the wet slap of skin on skin, the creak of expensive wood, and his ragged breathing in my ear as he bit down on my earlobe.
He shifted angle suddenly, driving even deeper, and the coil inside me snapped. Pleasure detonated in fierce, silent waves. My body clamped down hard, pulsing around him in long, greedy contractions that made my thighs quake and my toes curl inside my heels as I gurgled out a sound of enjoyment. My headfell back and I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted copper, riding the crest wordlessly while he watched my face like it was the only thing keeping him sane.
“That’s my girl,” he groaned, feeling every clench. “Come all over me, sweetheart. Milk me with that perfect little body.”
Two more brutal thrusts and he buried himself deep, hips flush against mine. His head dropped to my shoulder as he came with a low, shattered sound. I felt every thick throb, heat flooding me in powerful surges that jerked through his big frame again and again.
His arms locked around my waist, holding me impaled as he emptied himself completely, and breathed raggedly against my neck. When the last pulse faded he stayed inside me a moment longer, forehead pressed to mine, both of us trembling. Then he eased back just enough to smooth my skirt down, fix my panties with gentle fingers, and tuck my breasts carefully back into my bra.
"God, I'm sorry…. I didn't use a condom," he grumbled like he was beating himself up. Of course it didn't matter at all to me. I was already pregnant. What was the worst he could do at this point?
I rested my hand along his cheek and smiled. "It's okay, bud…. My panties will just drip the rest of the day because of you." My comment drew almost a half-smile from him as he tucked his dick away. He handed me a tissue rather than wiping me clean like normal, and I knew how upset he really was when that happened.
"God, I needed that," he said, sinking into his chair as I slid off his desk and shimmied my skirt back down. My thighs weremoist but it was a small price to pay to know he felt a little better. My heart was breaking for him when someone knocked on the door.
