“Fuck you,” I pant.
“Beg and you shall receive.”
24
Asher
I’ve never consideredmyself a jealous or possessive man.
But there’s a first time for everything.
From across the room, I could tell the man who refilled Claire’s champagne was hitting on her. Had I not interrupted their conversation, I guarantee he would have asked for her number. And I couldn’t let the happen. Claire is mine for the summer, and hell will freeze over before another man impinges on my fleeting time with her.
The way she squirmed on the dance floor was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever witnessed. Knowing I was the only person who understood what was happening between her legs is a kink I didn’t know I had. But I’ll be damned if anyone else gets to witness her coming undone.
The noises she makes and the sight of her nose scrunching when she climaxes are formeand only me.
She weaseled her way off the dance floor and ran straight into my arms, just like I hoped she would. “Let’s go,” I growl against the shell of her ear.
“Where are we going?” she asks as I guide her around the corner and down a dimly lit corridor.
I don’t have a clue what’s behind the thick red velvet curtain at the end, but I’ll take my chances.
When I slide the heavy fabric closed behind us, there’s just enough light seeping in to reveal a small supply closet. It smells faintly of disinfectant cleaner and there are towers of toilet paper and cleaning supplies stacked on a shelf. I drag Claire to an open space, then push her against the wall and lock her in with my arms on either side of her head.
“Ash,” she breathes desperately. The fruity undertones of champagne on her lips fill my lungs.
“Yes, baby?”I thrust my knee between her thighs.
She trembles, her eyes rolling back.
“Ride me,” I command.
With her arms looped around my nape, she rocks against my leg, her dress rising up with each roll of her pelvis.
The club’s music is booming, but it’s not loud enough to cover up the moans she’s giving me. The sounds are like a gift from heaven. With a hand in my pocket, I adjust the vibration setting on the remote, and instantly, she bucks against me.
“You like that one?” I ask, cupping her ass cheek with my free hand.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Use me, baby. Fuck my thigh.” I grip tighter, encouraging her.
“Mmm…ah.” She trembles, gasping incoherent words.
Her heat seeps through our clothing, and electricity tingles up my spine. “That’s it. Does that make your pretty little clit feel good?”
“Waitwaitwait.” She stops, breathing heavily. “I need a minute. Can you turn it off? Just for a sec.Please?”
Slipping my hand into my pocket, I oblige, but only because she asked so nicely.
Her shoulders instantly drop, her forehead falling to my chest for several breaths. The longer she’s silent and unmoving, the more I’m afraid I’ve taken this game too far. I’m about to call it off, but before I can get the words out, she straightens, her pupils blown out.
Chin lifted, she says, “I’m ready now.”
Confused about what she’s referring to, I ask, “Ready for what?”
“To beg.”
