Page 118 of Sincere Lies


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“Fuck,”he hisses, running his hands from his hips to my ass, giving it a squeeze. “Don’t tempt me.”

“Oh, I will shamelessly tempt you.”

He groans. “We really do need to go. I have questions for Senator Sanders, and I want them to be inconspicuous, so they need to be asked on neutral ground. Like a charity event.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes. I don’t want to go, but we have to.”

“Fine. But on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You need a little TLC first.”

I drop to my knees and reach for his belt.

“What are you doing?” Asher’s hands grip the arms of his chair.

“I’m helping you relax after a stressful day and before we have to go to a stressful event.” I slowly unbuckle his belt and undo his pants, feeling his cock harden beneath my hands. “And I just realized something now that I no longer work in this building.”

“What’s that?” Asher rasps out.

“We barely took advantage of our close proximity at work.” I free his cock and stroke it, looking up at him. “We worked on the same floor for months and only had two filthy office encounters. It’s a shame, really.”

I wrap my lips around him and take him all the way to theback of my throat. He’s so big I have to focus to fight my gag reflex as best I can, but I don’t care if my eyes water and my makeup runs. All I want is to give Asher some relief. If we have to go to this god-forsaken event, at least we can go on our own terms.

“Oh god, Ella,” Asher says, threading a hand through my hair, guiding my head up and down as I take him in my mouth. I wrap my hand around his base and work my hand and mouth in tandem, taking him harder and faster. Asher lets out a string of hissed curses and his hips buck involuntarily.

A moment later, Asher’s hands are on me, and he yanks me up. His cock leaves my mouth with a pop, and before I know what’s happening, he lifts me up and sets me on his desk.

“I wasn’t finished,” I complain.

Asher’s eyes gleam with lust. “You made a valid point, Ms. Hale. You reminded me that I never did taste you on top of my desk. It’s time I remedy that.”

Asher lowers me onto my back as he sits in his chair, then he hikes my dress up to my hips. He slips my panties down, yanking on them in annoyance when they get caught on the stiletto heels of my shoes. Once they’re off, he tosses them aside and pulls my hips toward his mouth, then lifts my legs over his shoulders.

“Do you know how many times I wanted to pull you out of your office and spread you wide on my desk?” he says, and his breath blows across my pussy as he speaks. He runs his tongue down my slit. “Do you have any idea what your little business skirts did to me? How I couldn’t keep my eyes off you? Do you know how many times I found myself trying to look down your shirt while we were in this building? I miss having you around, but I’ll admit, I’m a lot more productive when I’m not fighting the temptation to fuck you the entire day.”

He sucks on my clit and slips two fingers inside me.

“Were you always this soaking for me at work?” he growls ashis fingers sliding in and out of my pussy make a filthy, wet sound.

“Yes,” I admit breathlessly. “I’m always wet for you, Asher.”

“Good girl.”

He slips his tongue inside me and feasts on me, gripping my hips with his forearms. I thread my fingers through his hair and shamelessly ride his face. Just as I’m about to come, he pulls away, and I whimper. He stands up and lines his cock up, then slides inside of me. I wrap my legs around his waist, and my eyes practically roll into the back of my head as soon as he’s inside me.

Asher ruthlessly fucks me. Hard and fast. Tension coils in my core with every thrust as he hits that perfect spot over and over again.

“Come for me, Ella,” Asher growls as I’m close. And I do. I shatter around him just as he cries out, and we come together. He lowers his head to mine, our ragged breaths mingling as he stills inside me. He kisses me like a starved man, tasting like whiskey . . . and home.

“Let me get changed,” he says, regret in his tone. “Before I change my mind and take you home to fuck you into oblivion.”

“I like that option a lot better than a charity event.”

Asher chuckles. “And that’s one reason I love you so much.”