“Not a peep, Skittle, okay?”
I nod my head, earning his approval as he slowly lowers the zipper on his pants and pulls his stiff cock free.
“Is this what you want?” he murmurs in my ear, making me nod again, only this time more eagerly.
Lifting my leg up and over his hip, he grabs his cock and slides it over the gusset of my panties, feeling my wetness seeping through, coating his tip with my arousal. Once he’s hooked the crotch with his pinky, he pulls it aside before placing the blunt head of his cock at my entrance.
“You need this, huh, Skittle? You want me to fuck you hard, don’t you? Are you turned on at the thought of getting caught? After all, anyone could be walking by.”
I almost whimper, but catch myself just in time, nodding instead once more. I’m so turned on I don’t even know what I’m saying yes to anymore.
“Your wish is my command,” he growls before surging inside me, stretching me to my limits. My head drops back, banging against the mirror as the wickedness of the situation makes everything so much more illicit.
He holds still for a moment, giving me time to adjust before slowly pulling almost all the way out, then thrusting back inside again. He picks up his pace, hitting the spot inside me that makes my legs tremble and my eyes cross. Sensing the difficulty I’m having staying on my feet, Asher pulls out, ignoring my whimper of protest.
“Such a naughty girl,” he tsks, sucking a nipple into his mouth and biting down a little in punishment. “Now be good,” he warns. Asher spins me around and bends me over so my hands can grip the seat of the chair.
I only have a second to orient myself before he's driving back inside me, over and over, hard and fast, just the way I like it.
“So fucking good,” he grunts, the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin ringing out around the small room, making me worry we really will get caught, but I can’t deny how hot I am at the prospect of it.
“Touch yourself, Skittle. Slide your fingers between your legs. I’m close, but I’m not coming without you. I want to feel you squeeze me tight when you come all over my cock,” he grits out as he slams into me again and again.
I do as he asks, his feverish words not a request but a demand. It doesn't take much, just a couple of swirls of my fingers over my engorged clit before I throw my head back and cry out, the sound only muffled by the panties in my mouth. I clamp my pussy around his cock, just like he wants, milking him as tremors wrack my body. Moments later, I feel him erupt inside me, and he silences his roar by biting my neck in a total alpha move.
“Holy fuck, it just keeps getting better and better with you,” he whispers reverently, making me smile lazily.
I blush when he pulls free, feeling his essence run out of me and soak the crotch of the panties that have now slid back into place, capturing his essence with mine. Pulling me up and turning me to face him once more, he taps my cheek with his thumb in a silent command. I open my mouth, and like a magician performing his final act, he slowly pulls the scrap of fabric free. He lowers his hands, and I’m riveted as he uses the panties to clean himself up before tucking his cock back inside his pants and zipping up.
“What you do to me,” he states quietly, shaking his head with a self-deprecating smile as he hooks his fingers in my underwear and slips them down my legs.
I grip his shoulders as he bends and helps me step out of them. He looks up at me, then before I can protest, he uses the silky material to clean me up before slipping both pairs of soiled panties into his pocket. I flush, wondering what the hell I’m going to tell Mrs. Jones now. He must know what I’m thinking because a wicked smile takes over his face, causing my stomach to cramp with need despite him having just fucked me.
“I’ll take care of the clothes, just get dressed,” he tells me with a wink, collecting the underwear off the chair, the tags for the set I had on, and then the three dresses from the door. “I’ll meet you by the counter. Don’t be long.” He pulls the door open a little and slides out, careful not to expose my nakedness in case anyone is lurking about.
Closing the door behind him, I lean my forehead against the wood, trying to slow my rapidly beating heart. Did we really just do that? The dampness between my legs is a reminder that yes, we really did. I don’t know what’s going on with me lately, but I seem to be doing a lot of things that are out of character since Asher came into my life.
“Ah, Mrs. Jones.” I listen to Asher’s voice carry across the store.
I can hear a soft reply but not her actual words.
“Everything is perfect. We will take everything. And that champagne lace underwear set? We’ll take a set in every color,” he tells her, making my skin flush with embarrassment when she laughs knowingly in response.
I’m going to kill him.
Twenty-Four
Asher
“Nice of you to wait for me, dickhead,” I grunt at Graham as I sit in the chair opposite his in the exclusive restaurant, Ella’s. It’s surprisingly quiet considering it’s lunchtime and one of the hottest places to be seen at the moment.
“It's coffee, not steak. Besides, I ordered you one, so get over yourself. Where's the wife?”
“She’ll be here in twenty minutes. Davis said they got stuck in traffic, thanks to an accident. Where's Soraya?”
“She had to clean the closet for the sixtieth time. I've read that baby book. The nesting phase is not supposed to be for another few months, but when I mentioned that to her, she threw the book at me, so I shut up.”
I snort at that. I can just imagine how that conversation went. “Telling a pregnant woman what she should or shouldn't be feeling? I don't know if you're brave or insane,” I reply, thanking the waitress when my coffee is placed on the table in front of me.
“Maybe both. Enough about my woman, let's talk about yours,” he counters with a grin.
“What about her?” I ask him, sipping my drink.
“Well, I admit, I had my reservations about this, and yes, before you say anything, I know it was my idea to begin with. But since when do you ever listen to me? My point is, you look more relaxed than usual and far less anal. It seems your wife has achieved the impossible and removed the stick from your ass.” He laughs, making me scowl.
“You have zero room to talk, my friend. We both know that Soraya and Chloe were the ones to soften your edges. Your reputation for being an insufferable prick was worse than mine. Just ask one of your ex-secretaries,” I joke, taking another sip of coffee to hide my smirk.
“Oh, I will when she gets here.” He snorts, making me shake my head in annoyance.
“Face it, we are both pussy whipped, but what I want to know is how she reacted to all this. From what little you’ve said, she’s adjusted well. I can’t imagine Soraya being as forgiving if I turned up out of the blue a year after I fucked her good then fucked her over, demanding she play my wife for three months. She must really want that new apartment you promised her. Tell me, does she even know how much you're worth? It seems to me she’ll be shooting herself in the foot by not asking for more.” He laughs, but this time I don’t join in.
“It's not like that, Graham. This isn’t about Peterson's deal. I want this marriage to work out and so does she,” I admit quietly.