Maybe he’s been trying to get you alone…I think.
My brain liked to come up with all these internal thoughts, thoughts that I would wave away just as quickly as they appeared. I kept catching him smiling at me and looking away slowly every time I caught him in the act. Wiping the smile away without shame. Every time he walked past me, some part of him touched some part of me. It was the brush of a shoulder, the caress of his hip against mine, or even his fingers teasing mine without lifting an arm.
I make my way into his office at the end of the shift and stand in front of his desk.
“Is there anything else I can do for you before I leave today, Mr. Levine?”
Asher insisted I don’t need to address him as Mr. Levine unless someone other than he or Jaylen is in the room. But I’ve noticed that when I call him that, it makes him swallow hard. It makes his eyes flash three shades darker, from an off-bluish hazel to a gun-metal gray. Considering how often he makes my skin tingle with his secret touches and smirks, I think he deserves it.
Most days, the answer is no. He doesn’t need anything else. But today, Ash lifts his chin with a single nod. “Yes. Actually. There is just one more thing.”
“Oh. Okay.” I am lost as he stands up and rounds the desk. I am frozen as he closes the space between us, his eyes locked on mine. Eyes that remind me of the night we were lying in bed together and kissed.
Ash stops right in front of me. His eyes dart over my shoulder, out the door, looking for any trace of Jaylen, if I had tobe presumptuous. When his gaze comes back to mine, I assume the coast is clear.
He steps closer, close enough that his body is against mine. I stand still, but allow my back to arch in response to him. Not that I think I could stop that if I tried. When it comes to Asher Levine these days, I don’t seem to have a lot of control of what my body does. Including the wetness I feel in my panties just from the way he is looking at me.
“I can’t stop thinking about Costa Rica,” he says, bringing his hand up to my face.
“I can’t either,” I admit, closing my eyes and leaning my cheek against his palm. “But we have to.”
“Have to what? Stop thinking about it? Never.”
“Jaylen can’t know. Any of it, Ash.”
“I know,” he says, tipping my face up so that I will look at him. “And he won’t. I will make sure he doesn’t know a damn thing that happened. Or any of the things that are going to keep happening.”
Against his better judgement, Ash covers my mouth with his. And against my better judgement, I lean into the kiss, looping my arms around his neck.
“Ash,” I murmur, my chin quivering as his tongue traces my bottom lip before nibbling on it. “We can’t get caught.”
“We won’t,” he says. “But I have gone long enough thinking about kissing you and not actually kissing you.”
Ash spins me around, moving me toward the wall on the far end of his office. We are out of sight now, but problematically, if Jaylen does happen to come in, they will see us before we see them.
But as Asher’s lips crash into mine again, pressing me hard against the wall, I forget about the logistics of it all. His hand comes up to my neck, caressing my collarbones, then sliding down until his fingers run right over the top of my nipple,which is shielded only by my blouse and the lace of a bralette underneath.
I moan into his mouth at the delicious touch and the heat that it produces. My nipples are so sensitive when they are hard.
“Ash…” I whisper.
“I want you,” he grits back.
“Ash…we shouldn’t…” I say while still kissing him, silently pleading his hand will make another lap over my nipple. As if he can read my mind, he cups my breast in his hand, his fingers finding my nipples and fluttering over it, making me squirm under him.
“Fuck, Harper…” he smirks. “You like that?”
I nod.
“You want more?” he asks.
I nod again.
Then a voice comes from down the hall, right outside the door.
“Brother, are you still here?”
We jump apart in a frenzy just as Jaylen comes into sight. He stops, his grins fading ever so slightly.
