I laughed. “You would’ve let me?”
“Hmm.” She kissed my chest. “I guess we’ll never know now, will we?”
My dick twitched at the thought. I was still inside her. Should’ve probably pulled out, gotten rid of the condom… But I couldn’t move.
“Would’ve been hot,” I said.
“Yeah, it would’ve been.”
“So… you’re gonna let me fuck you in your office now? Make my dreams come true?”
“At this point, Ashley,” she said dreamily, “I’d probably let you fuck me anywhere.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Danica
I let him fuck me in his shower next.
We’d dragged ourselves off the couch, went back over to Ashley’s place, stripped down in his master bathroom and gotten in the shower… but the actual showering part didn’t last long.
I’d barely gotten wet when Ashley ran his hands down the front of my body and I broke out in delicious goosebumps. Then his mouth was on mine and he was pressing me back against the tile wall.
He pushed his hand between my legs and I wrapped my arms and one leg around him, pulling him to me.
“Fuck me again,” I whispered between kisses. He’d said it was a turn-on for me to tell him what I wanted and how I wanted it, so… “Now. I want to feel you…”
“Right now?” he asked, slipping a finger inside me and shoving it deep.
“Yeah… Oh, God.”
“Without a condom…?”
I met his blue eyes. His eyelashes were wet and dark, his eyebrows drawn together. His black hair was wet, clinging to his forehead and temples.
I pushed my hands into his hair. “What if I said yes to that?” I asked him as he kept fucking me, slow and deep, with his finger.
He pressed his thumb to my clit and murmured, “I don’t know. I’d need you to be sure.”
“You could pull out,” I said. “I’m on the pill and I’m religious about taking it. But… maybe not yet.”
“I’m pretty religious about being clean,” he said. “But I can prove that to you. We can prove it to each other. We don’t need to rush anything.”
Then his warm, wet lips were on mine again and I melted in his arms. I slid my hand down and wrapped it around his hard cock… and yes, I wanted him inside me, bare. Badly.
The only times I’d had sex without a condom, with boyfriends I’d dated for a while and trusted enough, it felt amazing. Flesh against flesh. So much better than condom sex.
Sex like that was reserved for special relationships. Special men.
Men I trusted with my life.
I already knew Ashley was special.
The trust would come, too, if it was meant to be.
“Wait here,” he said, withdrawing his finger and rubbing his thumb in a final circle over my clit, before sliding away. “Just like that.”
I leaned limply against the wall, letting the hot water sluice over me, as he went to get a condom.
When he returned, he rolled it on as soon as he got into the shower. Then he moved toward me, muscles flexing in anticipation as he took my left wrist and twisted my arm behind my head, pinning it to the wall. He took my right leg in his other hand and scooped it up over his hip, bending his knees a bit to line up the head of his cock with my pussy.
But then he just left it there, nudged slightly into me, as he kissed me.
It was a deep, mid-tempo kiss, thorough and hungry, and I kissed him back just the same. My heart thudded against his as he pressed his body against me, his skin slipping against mine.
I slid my free hand down his back and clutched his ass, pulling him closer. “Mmmm,” I moaned into his mouth. Now, I wanted to tell him again. Right now… But neither of us was coming up for air to speak.
He knew what I wanted, though.
He shifted his hips, pushing deeper into me. His muscles flexed under my hand and I dug my fingers into his ass. He pulled almost all the way out and I gripped him tighter everywhere I could. Then he slammed into me, deep.
I cried out with the intensity of the sensations. His hard body pressed to mine. His long, hard dick, filling me. But my voice was drowned in our kisses…
The shower rained down on us and we got warmer, wetter. We slipped and slid against each other as he fucked me in a deep, insistent rhythm that had me almost breathless.
He never stopped kissing me.
Somehow, I kept breathing. And I kept wanting more of his kisses, more of his mouth. Kept taking him deeper inside me; my mouth, my pussy. Straining toward him, sinking my tongue deeper into his mouth.
He held me pinned against the wall as he gripped my hip with his hand—jerking my hips to meet his thrusts, so his hard groin rubbed against my whole pussy, again and again. Against my pulsing clit.
He could hear my arousal building, probably, in my moans and guttural cries. He could probably feel it all over him. I was starting to tremble as he held me. I still had one foot on the slippery tile floor, but I knew he wouldn’t let me fall. I felt like I was totally safe in his hands.
I felt like I was his.
In this moment, I totally belonged to this man.
He was moaning now, too. Groaning through our kisses. He started fucking me faster, harder. More deliberately. And I knew what he wanted when he kept slamming into my clit and rolling my hips against him.
He wanted me to come, hard.
As he fucked me even faster, his cock filling me and his piercing hitting me in a way I’d never quite felt before… this incredible tingling warmth started building from the inside-out. Like stars gathering in a cluster, deep in my core… the whole thing about to burst apart in a clap of thunder and the most beautiful light.
When I came, it was this stunning, quivering explosion that shot through my body in every direction, and I completely stopped breathing as it rocked me.
Ashley just took my breath away.
He was still kissing me.
He kissed me all the way through my orgasm. He fucked me through it, too. Until I was breathing again, panting as I kissed him back.
“Come,” I urged him, breaking away and gasping for air, even as my hips kept moving against him.
I caught a flash of his blue eyes, and it sent a shiver through me. Then he pressed his forehead to mine and groaned, deep in his throat. He held my hips still and rammed into me a few more times as he came. I felt the spasms rack his whole body as he gripped me.
“So sexy…” I murmured, digging my hand into his wet hair again.
He slumped against me. He released my wrist, the one he’d held pinned against the wall, and I wrapped my limp arm around his waist.
“I don’t know about you,” I whispered into his hair, “but this is the dirtiest shower I’ve ever had…”
He made a very satisfied sound between a growl and a chuckle, and buried his face in my neck.
* * *
After we’d actually showered off and just enjoyed the steaming heat for a bit, I managed to drag myself out of the water. I toweled myself off and wobbled over to the sink, where I pulled on my panties. When I saw myself in the mirror, I cringed.
“Holy crap. I look ridiculous.” I turned to Ashley, who was just toweling off his gorgeous body, and pointed at my face, where my makeup was all smudgy. “You fucked this?”
He laughed. “Yup. And I’d do it again.”
“No accounting for taste, huh?” I turned back to the mirror and tried to figure out where to start. I hadn’t exactly brought many beauty supplies with me.
“You look hot,” he said, giving my ass a firm smack. “Like you just got fucked in a shower.”
“Ugh,” I said, and ducked out to fetch my purse from his kitchen. I was digging fruitlessly through it when I walked back in. I had a bit of makeup, but nothing to take makeup off.
Ashley was still naked. He was standing at the sink, shaving, which was crazy sexy. He had this sleek, muscular bod and a tight ass I wanted to sink my teeth into or somethin
g.
Totally not fair.
“I’m really not prepared for this,” I said with a sigh, wondering, not for the first time, if this guy was totally out of my league. Was I just kidding myself here? Like he looked so perfect right now, and I looked like a disaster victim. “No offense, but when I came here I didn’t exactly expect to be having sex with you in your shower.”
He threw me a look in the mirror. “Why the hell not?”
“I don’t know.” I blinked innocently at him. “Was that stupid?”
“Hey, I’m not gonna call a beautiful woman stupid right to her face.” He slipped his hand around my hip to pull me into his body. “But I had condoms in my pocket. Just saying.”
“So you knew we were having sex?”
“All I’m saying is next time maybe you come prepared.” Then he kissed me. He got shaving cream on me and I giggled, wiping it off.
“I mean, I have condoms in my purse, too…” I said. He gave me a devious look and I added quickly, “And birth control pills. Just in case I crash at my sister’s or something…”
“Uh-huh,” he said as he went back to shaving.
“Seriously, I’m religious about taking the pill on time. But do you have any facial cleanser or anything?”
“Don’t know what the fuck that is, but there’s soap. You can take a look through the closet if you want.”
I took a look and pulled out the mildest soap he had on hand. By then he was finished shaving. He wiped his face clean with a towel and leaned in to kiss me again. His face and his lips felt so smooth, I wanted them all over me.
Freshly-shaven or all stubbly, didn’t matter. I could kiss this man all day.
“Do you always shave in the middle of the afternoon?” I asked him.
“I shave after I shower, when I’m all hot and steamy.” He pressed himself against me so I could feel how hot and steamy he was. His dick felt heavy and swollen but not hard, and I felt the answering rush of tingly warmth between my legs.
I kissed him, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him tight. I was wearing nothing but panties and he was naked. I could feel his nipples, hard against me. His dick was hardening, too. And I really wanted this to end up exactly where it was headed…
But I was starting to feel a little lightheaded, and not in the good way.
Still, the kissing went on for a while, accompanied by some groping… which led to him nudging me toward the bedroom and me digging my heels in and begging, “Please, have mercy. I haven’t eaten since breakfast. I need sustenance.”
He growled, kissed me some more, then smacked me on the ass again. I liked his ass smacks. Sent a very nice shiver through me, one that almost made me say, To hell with food, let’s fuck.
Almost.
Then he let me go and told me, “Get dressed,” over his shoulder as he headed into the bedroom. “I see your panties again and you’re getting fucked.”
Then he kind of gently slammed the door behind himself.
Okay, then.
I got dressed, grinning all the way. Then I used his man soap to remove the remnants of my makeup. With clean face, damp hair and a ridiculous spring in my step, I wandered out to find Ashley in the kitchen with his head in the fridge. He already had plates and utensils on a big wooden tray on the counter.
“Are we going somewhere?”
“Next door. It’s like three o’clock,” he informed me, pulling out some of the takeout containers I’d brought from the Starving Wolf. “We totally missed lunch.”
I had no idea what time it was. Time flew when you were having the best sex of your life, apparently.
“I’m not complaining,” I said. “But I am definitely hungry.”
“Then let’s eat.”
We warmed up a few sandwiches and some yam fries in his oven, then packed up what we needed and headed next door, where we looted booze from Dylan’s fridge again. Then we enjoyed a long, leisurely dinner on Dylan’s patio as the heat of the day gradually started to fade.
“Christ, you Vola women know how to feed a man,” Ashley said, patting his stomach contentedly. We’d eaten like royalty, and yet there was still enough for leftovers tomorrow and then some. I was an okay cook, not the greatest, but I’d definitely inherited my aunt Mireille’s obsession with feeding people.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Seriously. You brought food for like six dudes. Be honest. Were you hoping for a tag-team situation over here?”
“No. I was hoping to bring enough food to satisfy you. It’s kinda one of my biggest fears in life to show up with too little food and have someone go hungry.”
He smiled a little and shook his head. “Why?”
I shrugged. “What if you had friends over and they wanted to eat, too?”
“Then they can get their own damn food.”
“Well, now they don’t have to. There’s plenty of leftovers in case someone drops by.”
He finished his beer and just stared at me.
I finished my cider, then gathered up the leftovers and put them on the tray. Honestly, I would’ve eaten more myself, it was so good. But I’d already had a sandwich-and-a-half, plus sides, and I was stuffed. “I’ll just put these back in your fridge—”
“Stay over,” he said.
I stopped.
His gaze moved over my face and then down to the low-cut front of my dress. My breasts were bare under the fabric, and as I leaned forward to pick up the tray, the breeze tickled my nipples. I was warm between my legs, and it had nothing to do with the summer day.
I’d never been so aroused for so long, just sitting in a man’s company.
Just being looked at.
Ashley had this way of looking at me that was so… convoluted, actually. Like he wanted to undress me with his tongue and kiss me from head to toe… and like he didn’t even like me at all.
But I knew he liked me.
“Was that a command or an invitation?” I asked.
His blue eyes met mine and he wasn’t smiling. “Both.”
“Stay here? At Dylan’s place?”
“At my place.”
The yummy warmth spread through my body at the thought of sleeping next to him again. Sleeping with him… and doing all kinds of other things with him.
I hadn’t planned to stay over. But I definitely didn’t feel like rushing out of here.
“Okay,” I said.
“It’s Wednesday night. What about work tomorrow?”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“Good.” He got up, taking our empties with him. “Since I don’t have to drive you back to the city, I’m getting another beer. You want something?”
“Sure.”
“Cider? Beer? Wine? I’ve got some hard stuff if you want to get nasty.” He cocked an eyebrow but still didn’t smile.
I laughed. I was getting used to his brand of humor. And I liked it as much as I liked the rest of him.
“Surprise me.”
“Meet you back here,” he said. Then he headed into Dylan’s kitchen and I took the leftovers back to his.
When I got back, Ashley was standing on the deck by the table, opening his beer. There was a wine glass and a bottle of chilled white wine set out. “Is that all for me?” I asked, eyeing the unopened bottle.
“If you want it,” he said.
“I want.”
He opened the bottle and poured me a glass as I sat down.
“I’ll stay this time,” I told him, “but don’t expect me to constantly push my professional obligations aside for you, Mr. Player.” I thought it needed to be said. Although there was the obvious temptation to put aside absolutely anything this man asked me to put aside… realistically, I couldn’t do that.
“Ditto,” he said.
“You’re pushing professional obligations aside for me?”
“Yes and no.” He sat down with me, and I loved the way he sat on the bench right next to me, instead of across the table. “It’s not like I had an exa
ct agenda for what I should be doing today or tomorrow. I didn’t have to stand anyone up to be here with you. But I should be working on putting my new band together. It should be my first priority.” His eyes met mine. In the late-afternoon light, they were so, so blue.
“Is it?”
“Yeah, it is. Professionally.” He held up his beer. “Cheers.”
I touched my wine glass to his bottle. “Thank you for bringing me here, Ashley. It’s beautiful.”
His gaze dropped to my lips as he sipped his beer, but he didn’t say anything.
I wanted to ask him what his other priorities were. Like, the nonprofessional ones.
Personal. Romantic.
Sexual…
Of course, I hoped You would be his answer on every count.
But I chickened out on asking.
* * *
Sometime later, we ended up in the pool. Naked.
Ashley had jacked up the heat for us and it was pretty epic, with the evening sun slanting down and the fresh, coastal air. It was a salt pool, which made it extra nice. No chemically chlorine smell.
“I’ll have to meet this Dylan guy,” I mused, wine glass in hand. If I hadn’t been sipping booze for the last few hours, I probably would’ve chickened out on saying that, too. “He has good taste… in everything.” I was looking up at his gorgeous house.
Then I looked at Ashley, who’d drifted up beside me in the water.
He pulled me into his lap and set my drink aside.
Then there was kissing.
A lot of kissing.
And slow, naked touching under the water. The kind that didn’t end in orgasm; just touching for the sake of touching.
The kind that didn’t end at all…
We were still making out as we toweled each other off and headed back to his house.
Then I broke it to him. If I was staying over, I told him, I absolutely had to do a tiny bit of work in preparation for my unexpected day away from the office tomorrow.
So we paused the making out and got dressed so I could do that.
I messaged Madeleine to let her know I was taking a personal day. I didn’t have any in-person client meetings scheduled, and anyway, tomorrow was the day before my birthday, so Madeleine wouldn’t exactly mind. She’d already suggested I take some time off this week, and while I hadn’t been planning to, plans could change, right?
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