Chapter 29
CHAPTER
TWENTY-NINE
ASHER
I text Devon at twelve thirty.
Coming home real quick. We need to talk.
Her response comes immediately.
Sure. I'll be here.
It’s time to prep her for what's coming at therapy today. I chose not to do it before now because I couldn’t take the chance that she’d be too smug around Julie.
The house is quiet when I walk through the door.
Julie's at the shop. Devon should be getting ready for the appointment later.
I hear music coming from upstairs. Something low and rhythmic that I can feel through the floorboards.
I take the stairs two at a time, heading for her room. And then I see her. Devon's bedroom door is open. Wide open. She's standing in front of her full-length mirror wearing nothing. Nothing. Zip. Zero. Zilch. All the fucking Z words.
Her back is to me. Her skin is pale and smooth. Her hair falls down her spine in a dark wave. She's completely naked, turning slightly to examine herself in the mirror. The curve of her ass. The dip of her waist. The line of her spine.
I should leave. I should turn around and walk back downstairs and clear my throat.
But I don't. Instead, I stand there and watch her.
My pulse kicks up. My mouth goes dry. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other and the curve of her hip catches the light.
Then she lifts her head and looks at me in the mirror. She knew I was here.
"Hello, Asher," she says. "Did you want to talk?"
"Yes."
She doesn't move to cover herself. She just stands there, completely exposed. Her breasts are small and perfect. Her stomach is flat and toned. Her thighs are long and lean. "I was just getting ready," she says. "For therapy."
I can't answer. I can't think. All the blood in my body has gone south. She notices. Her gaze drops deliberately, lingering on the bulge in my pants, then comes back up to my face. A small smile plays at the corner of her mouth. "Like what you see?"
“Baby, please. You’re fucking gorgeous. Of course I do.”
I take a step into the room. Then another. I don't decide to do it. My body just moves. She doesn't back away. She watches me approach with that same knowing look. Like she's been waiting for this. Like she orchestrated every second of it.
I stop in front of her. Close enough to touch. Close enough to smell her perfume. That fucking vanilla makes my mouth water. "You should get dressed," I say. My voice comes out rough.
"Should I?" She tilts her head. Innocent and not innocent at all.
I reach out. My hand hovers near her waist. I can feel the heat of her skin even though I'm not touching her yet. There are reasons not to do this. But none of that matters right now.
All that matters is that she's standing in front of me completely naked and she wants this. I can see it in her eyes. She's not scared. She's not confused. She knows exactly what she's doing. I pull her to me.
She gasps at the feeling of my hardness against her stomach.
Her body is warm and soft and perfect. Her nipples harden against my chest through my shirt.
I slide my hand into her hair and pull her in.
Her mouth is an inch from mine. I can feel her breath on my lips.
Her hands come up to my chest, fingers curling into my shirt.
“You want me to make you come, baby girl?”
She whimpers. “So much, Asher.”
"I'm going to do bad fucking things to you. Do you think you can handle it?"
Her hands grip my shirt even tighter. "I want you to fuck me however you want. I want it so bad."
My hands leave her hair and I slide them down to her perfect fucking ass, pulling her to me so she can feel my cock against her belly.
Julie is a bland as fuck good girl. Boring to her core.
I could tell that going in, and I never tried to do anything wild.
I thought I'd shut that side of me down, but it's back.
Devon is watching me like I'm her everything and the way it makes me feel is insane.
"I haven't been with someone that can take a good, hard fuck in years," I tell her.
"Are you going to be a good girl and let me cum all over you?
Are you going to let me fuck you into the mattress?
Will you sit on my face and let me eat you out until you scream? "
Her eyes are completely blown and she's breathing faster. She shifts against me. "Anything you want. Everything. Whenever you want it. And I want things, too. Will you give them to me?"
My dick is so hard right now I'm a little stunned I have enough blood in my brain to think. "What do you want, baby? What can I give you?"
"I want to ride your cock until I come. That's my favorite. And I want you to let me blow you in your office. Where we could get caught."
Fuck yes. I'm going to fucking ruin this girl. Right here, right now.
And then, I hear it. My phone alarm. Loud and insistent in my pocket. The reminder I set before I parked. Julie will be here in half an hour to pick up Devon for therapy. I freeze. Devon's eyes search mine, confused.
"Why are you stopping?" she whispers.
I pull back, my hands dropping from her body. "Julie. She'll be here soon."
Devon's expression shifts. Understanding. Then disappointment. "Right. Count on her uptight ass to ruin the moment."
I let out a choked laugh as I step away from her, adjusting myself. I'm still hard. Still wanting her. But I can't be caught like this. It would be suicide.
Devon reaches for a silk robe draped over her chair and slips it on. She ties it loosely at the waist. "So what did you want to talk about?"
I take a breath. Focus. This is why I came home. Not to fuck her. Not yet. To make sure she's ready for what's about to happen. My phone buzzes. A text from Julie.
On my way to pick up Devon.
That stops everything. I quickly fill Devon in on what I need from her. She listens intently, nodding as she gets dressed, laughing as I explain it all to her. Once I’ve told her everything, I slip out of her room and leave the house so I don't cross paths with my wife.
Because it's time for Julie to be put in her place.