Chapter 4 #2
He lined himself up and pushed back inside in one smooth thrust, filling me again.
My head fell back on a moan.
“That’s it,” he praised, starting a steady rhythm again, hands still kneading my breasts. “Take me just like this. Let me watch every second of you falling apart for me again.”
He drove into me with his hips rolling in a rhythm that made the table edge bite into my thighs.
Every thrust lifted me an inch, then let me sink back onto him, over and over, until my whole world narrowed to the thick slide of him inside me and the way his eyes never left my face.
“Look at me,” he said, almost reverently. “I want to see you when you come again.”
I couldn’t look away.
His hands kneaded my breasts, thumbs flicking my nipples. Sweat slid between my tits and my thighs were soaked while slick sounds filled the room every time he thrust into me.
The pressure coiled tighter, hotter, until I was trembling on the edge.
“Please… Oh, my God…”
“That’s it,” he rasped, speeding up just enough. “Come for me. Right now. Let me feel it.”
The orgasm hit hard. My back arched, thighs clamping around his hips, inner walls clenching in long, pulsing waves.
I moaned so loudly, I knew people outside this room would hear it, nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure tore through me, leaving me shaking, breathless, dripping even more around him.
He groaned, hips stuttering. “Christ… just like that… milking me so good…”
Three more thrusts and he buried himself deep, body locking tight. I felt the first hot pulse inside me, then another, and another, his cock jerking with every spurt as he came hard, filling me completely.
I felt the warm fluid rush into me and then out of me with every slow drag backward, and his lips captured mine again but this time, the kiss was so gentle, I didn't recognize it.
"Wow," he whispered before kissing me again, and that was exactly what I was thinking.
Wow.
"You are incredible, Ms. Porter." Asher stood there still buried between my legs while I sat trembling, my hips shaking so hard from the orgasm. Never in my life had I come so hard that my body had been racked by the shakes like this.
And I didn't have a clue what to say.
What should I have said to that? That my boss was incredible at making me come? My God, I felt every nerve in my body firing at the same time as he pulled back and his cock sprang free. I watched it for a moment, feeling shame creep up in my cheeks.
It was all fun and games until we were forced to speak again, and I expected it to be very awkward. But Asher made it feel painless.
He tucked his dick away, zipped up, and then leaned in and kissed me again tenderly. "Sit still, pretty girl," he whispered, and all I could do was obey him.
He walked across the room to the kitchenette, from which he procured the whiskey only moments ago, and pulled out a few tissues from the box. When he came back, I expected him to hand them to me, but he didn't.
"Spread," he said, and as mortifying as it was, I spread my knees to his eager fingers that wiped every drop of the mess from my thighs and my sex. It undid me more than the dirty talk. And when he asked, "Was that okay? I mean… You're alright with that?" I felt my face flush and my eyes go wide.
"What do you mean?"
This wasn't the Asher Locke who just shredded me in front of his board, and this wasn't at all what I thought having sex with him was going to be like.
Clayton told me he was a monster.
Heck, I'd seen him being a monster in the flesh.
But this gentle side of him felt so opposite, I sat in shock as he picked up my bra and shirt and handed them to me.
"I mean, I didn't exactly ask for consent, but then you didn't stop me. And… I just want to make sure you're okay." I shimmied my skirt down over my hips, slid off the table, and stood there staring at him with my bra and top in hand.
"Uh, yeah… Of course… I think…." I was confused and overwhelmed. He lifted his hands and straightened my hair a little, then curled his fingers around my neck and pulled me closer for a kiss again.
"Good, because you're too beautiful to be upset." The kiss was so deep and warm, I lost myself. My core started to pulse again already. "Just don't interrupt me during a meeting again and we'll get along just fine."
"I, uh…"
My heart fluttered, and I blinked a few times trying to get my brain to function. Asher was so sweet, so gentle. His touch was electric, his voice an inferno that threatened to wreck me, and when he turned away to get his now lukewarm coffee, I tugged my bra and shirt on as fast as possible.
Before he turned back around, I had my panties in my fist and my clothing at least acceptable. "I should go to the bathroom and…" Chewing my lip, I took a step toward the door.
"Go on, pretty girl," he said softly, and I had a feeling that nickname was one that would stick.
I grabbed my phone and darted to the door with a mind so full of thoughts I could barely walk straight—or maybe it was how wobbly he made my legs.
I stepped into the hallway and shut the door feeling giddy and flustered.
It was incredible, better than I ever imagined it would be.
So good, in fact, that I almost forgot about the recording and Clayton, or the half-million dollars in the bank he paid me to bring Asher down.
Almost.
Just the thought of it had my throat constricting.
I opened the phone and stopped the recording.
It wasn't going to be useful to Clayton, not for what he wanted, anyway.
He hoped I could catch Asher manipulating me into having sex with him, or something worse, like sexual harassment.
This recording would only show how much I wanted him just as badly and then how attentive and caring he was in a post-sex environment.
The board would definitely chastise him for having sex on the clock, but if anyone got punished, it would be me.
I'd be fired, and Clayton wouldn't be happy.
Especially when he found out I'd already spent three-quarters of what he paid me on a new apartment, new clothing, and paying off my college debt.
There was no way I could repay that.
My thumb hovered over the delete button for a moment, but I didn't want to delete the recording either.
Something about that softer, sexier side of Asher gave me a thrill.
I wanted to keep it and listen to it, maybe enjoy a private moment at home while thinking of him.
And it made a smirk cross my lips right before my phone started ringing.
Clayton's number appeared on my phone screen and soiled every ounce of afterglow I had left.
I ignored the call because there was nothing to tell yet. I wasn't about to let him know how much I enjoyed that, and I couldn't tell him I had sex with Asher but had nothing for him.
So for now, I'd just pretend nothing had happened and I still had to find a way to do what he'd asked.
But knowing how incredible Asher Locke was when he was in his sober mind made me regret ever verbally agreeing to Clayton's little game.
And now that recording he had of me saying I'd do what he asked in exchange for all that money would dangle over my head like a noose waiting to hang me.
Because one time of having Asher just wouldn't be enough.
I was definitely going back for seconds.