This kiss was sweeter thanthe last one, Ashley’s lips brushing over mine at first, barely making contact. Heparted them a fraction and tilted his head, pressing firmer this time, mystomach swooping and the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end.
A shiver ran through me ashe curled his hand around my jaw, thumb stroking behind my ear, lips pressingand sliding, noses bumping gently against each other.
Hot arousal trickled down tomy stomach, making it tight. I parted my lips for him when he swiped along theseam with his tongue, way past the point of no return.
We were both sober, and I’d practicallyasked for this, and I wasenjoyingit.
Any thoughts of pain, anyresidual soreness faded to the back of my mind, my brain too busy thinkingAshley,Ashley, Ashleyto care about anything else.
I moaned when he climbedinto my lap, warm thighs pressing against me and soothing aching muscles.
This is a client, a tiny voice inthe back of my head warned.A male client.
I swatted it away. I didn’tcare. Ashley was sosweet and kind and pretty, and it wasn’t as though I was the first of us to end upmaking out with a client.
Gray and Fox couldn’t say shit aboutthis.
Nervous, I reached out torun my hand up Ashley’s leg. My fingers trembled, uncertainty about howto do this with a man making me hesitate.
Ashley curled his fingersaround my hand, lifted it, and moved it to his ass.
“It’s there for squeezing,”he murmured against my lips, brushing our noses together. “Don’t be afraid.Just enjoy it.”
I moaned when he kissed meagain, too loud, giving myself away. This felt so goddamngood.I shouldhave been saying no—I should have been freaking out—but I wanted it. I wantedthis, I wantedAshley.
And right now it didn’t matter why.Not with blood rushing to my cock and the taste of Ashley’s lips on my tongue.
“Fast learner.” Ashleychuckled, kissing the tip of my nose. “Make me the happiest man alive and letme suck your cock?”
Fuck.
How could I say no? Ashleywas sitting there, licking his lips, looking at me like I was the best thingthat’dever happened to him.Askingto suck my cock.
Begging, almost.
I was never getting anopportunity like this again. Taking it was the only smart move.
“Yeah,” I said, breathlessand panting already. “Yeah, okay.”
Ashley smirked.
THIRTEEN
ASHLEY
Logan smelled incredible.
Aside from anything else, hesmelled so damnedgood. He’d been using the same soap I did, but it was somuch better on him, bright and fresh and with background notes of his warmnatural scent.
I pushed him back to lie onthe couch, thighs spread either side of me, the sore one braced against theback cushions. All spread out for me, looking up with nerves and anticipationin his eyes, pupils wide and dark.
He was beautiful like this.Not that he wasn’t gorgeous all the time, but Logan with his lips kiss-bruisedand his chest heaving and his eyes glazed was a masterpiece. If I’d taken apicture, they would’ve hung it in the Louvre.
I kissed my way down histhroat, nipping at the delicate skin to make him gasp. My tongue darted out,tasting salt, licking a broad stripe and leaving him squirming.
Logan was getting the fullpackage. Nothing less than my best effort.
Trailing down, I paused atone nipple and sealed my lips around it, swirling my tongue over it until itpeaked and hardened in my mouth, a preview of what I was planning to do lowerdown.
