Ella
Okay, so brunch wasn’t a total disaster. In fact, it went pretty damn well.
After my dad interrupted the Italian date and Brent had shown up, I was worried I might have scared Asher off. A dad and an ex appearing in the same breath doesn’t scream relationship material, but Asher hadn’t changed one iota around me.
I shower and change into my sweats, planning on writing for the rest of the day, when someone knocks on the door.
A grin breaks across my face when I open it and find Asher. “Miss me already?”
He huffs a laugh and steps inside. “Something like that. I thought we could hang out.”
I shut the door and track him as he wanders over to the couch. “I need to write. You might be bored.”
He shakes his head, his smile small. “I like watching you.”
A few minutes later, Asher is lying on the couch, and I’m between his legs, my back to his chest. My laptop isbalanced on my knee, but he’s promised not to read over my shoulder.
“Don’t you need your music?” he whispers in my ear, kissing my neck softly. Shivers run down my spine, heat ignites between my legs, and I nod slowly. He leans for my headphones from the coffee table, but before placing them on my head, he pauses. “Random question. You said you took packages in for Barnaby?”
I twist a little to look at him. “Yep.”
“Where are they?”
“In the spare room, gathering dust.” I face my laptop again. “I might hold them hostage when he gets back, the little weed.” I resume typing. “Why?”
“Just curious. He mentioned that he might have accidentally had something delivered to you. A hard drive.”
I tilt my head and shrug. “Not that I know of. Can’t he just buy another one?”
He smiles. “True. Stealing packages, though. That’s mail fraud, Ms Gibson.”
I chuckle, my fingers flying over the keyboard. “I’ll hand myself in when I’ve finished working.”
He places my headphones over my ears, and I start my music. As the slow, haunting piano soundtrack plays, I work, and Asher’s hands find my shoulders. His palms are warm as he rubs his thumbs into the tense muscles, his hands strong, confident.
Distracting in the best way.
I swallow, my typing slowing as his fingers creep around to my throat, his thumbs working into my nape. His hands wrap around my neck so easily, and I feel so delicate in his hold, so breakable.
“That feels good,” I whisper, pulling off my headphones. The music is still audible, and I close my eyes,relaxing into Asher’s chest. “Harder.” His breath is warm in my ear, and he pushes his thumbs deeper into the muscles in the back of my neck.
Arousal is already soaking my underwear, my body aching for him, my skin tingling at every point of contact. I arch my back slightly and his hand circles my throat.
He squeezes.
A moan escapes my lips, partly muffled by the tightness of his grip.
“Harder.” I somehow say it, thrilled by his roughness, by him taking the lead in a way no other man has. I’ve always longed to be dominated, to find that glorious line between pleasure and pain, but never had the confidence to ask for it.
Asher clearly doesn’t need to be asked.
His grip tightens.
“Asher …” My fingernails sink into his thighs. I take his other hand and guide it into my sweats, grinding myself against him.
“Fuck,” he breathes into my ear, his fingers circling my clit. “When I came over, I didn’t think this would happen.”
I open my eyes, gazing up at his handsome face. “Do you want it to happen?”
