Again, tears escape my eyes, but this time they’re tears of joy. Tears of relief.
Neither of us have definitive answers of when we’ll get to our happily ever after, but now I know the pendant around my neck isn’t just a piece of jewelry. And it’s not just a PR stunt.
It’s a promise.
27
ASHER
I’m a selfish man. I know that. But knowing that doesn’t stop me. I should let Ella sleep. She’s exhausted from the long weekend, and yet I can’t help myself. I roll my beautiful sleeping beauty onto her back and gently tug the covers down, exposing her tanned legs in her silky purple sleeping shorts.
Those will have to go. Same with her panties.
Ella murmurs in her sleep as I slip her shorts and panties off, then brush my nose up the inside of her thigh and across her center. The scent of her pussy drives me mad, and any pretense I had of drawing this out evaporates as the need to feast on her barrels through me. She’s my favorite morning meal.
I slip my tongue up her center, groaning at the taste of her. Then like an animal, I wrap my arms around her thighs and spread her wide for me, feeling the need to be between her thighs like I need my next breath. I suck her clit into my mouth and then work my way down until my tongue is inside her, exactly where it wants to be.
“Asher?” Ella mumbles, her voice husky with sleep.
I don’t answer her. I keep to my task of making sure she wakes up to a blissful orgasm. Even if she doesn’t need to wake for another hour.
Ella’s hips move lightly, but with every second she wakes further, and every second she feels me eating her like she’s my last meal, her movements grow until she’s grinding against my face with her fingers laced in my hair.
“Asher,” she moans, her voice clearer now.
That’s right, baby. Wake with my name on your lips and my head between your legs.
I’m ready the second her orgasm hits her. As soon as she rides it out, my cock is freed, and I plunge it into her like a dying man.
“Good morning to you, too,” Ella says breathlessly, rocking her hips to meet my thrusts.
“I couldn’t help myself,” I say, reaching down to tear her silky pajama top off her head. “It seems I can never help myself when it comes to you.”
I lean down to kiss my way up her sternum, pausing at the pendant resting between her breasts. I haven’t let her take it off except to shower since I put it on her Saturday night. And I can’t help but want to fuck her constantly while she wears nothing but my pendant and my ring. It’s my new favorite obsession, and one I’m not ready to give up any time soon.
But it’s Tuesday, we’ll be back in the office today, and we’ll be forced to leave our bubble we lived in for the holiday weekend. I couldn’t drag myself out of bed for my early morning meeting and face the reality of the weekend being over—not without one more taste, one more hit from my favorite addiction.
“You can wake me up like this anytime, Mr. Langford,” Ella says, breathlessly.
“I’ll hold you to that, Ms. Hale.”
That promise is solidified in my mind as another orgasmhits her and I feel the euphoria of her pulsing around my cock. It spurs on my orgasm, and I come, pumping inside her. There is no better way to start my day, and I plan to wake her up just like this every day that I can, for forever.
I stepinto my office an hour later, already missing Ella. I’m both excited for and simultaneously dreading this stupid meeting I had to leave her side early for. I already presented most of this information to the board, but now Emily has our official numbers, so it’s time to force the board back in line, once and for all.
Just as I’m about to leave my office and head to the meeting, Sterling calls.
“What’s the word?” I ask, in answer. He’s back in London, but he’s still working on his pet projects for me.
“It’s begun. Just little dips here and there. But it should be promising with time.”
He’s speaking of his sabotage of TDC Oil’s finances. To be safe, he’s speaking in vague, loose terms, but he’s letting me know he’s successfully hacked into TDC’s systems and has begun sifting, stealing, and rearranging their money to cause chaos. The money he steals is stored in black offshore accounts that are almost impossible to trace. When we’re done, we’ll donate that money to charities, but in the meantime, I’ll enjoy watching TDC start to crumble.
“But that’s not the only reason I’m calling. I’ve found them, finally.”
Greenspan. He’s found a mole on the inside.
“You should take care of it today.”
