“Nah. It’s a fun place to be, but I can take a hint.” She winked at us on her way to say hi to Adil. “Have fun.”
“What’s this important thing you need to show me?” I asked Asher suspiciously as he led me around the edge of the entryway toward the main part of the house. “It’s not your dick, is it?”
His chuckle rose over the din, teasing my senses. “Not necessarily, but if you want to see it…”
My blush deepened. “I’ve seen it plenty. I don’t need-what are you doing?” I squealed out a laugh when Asher pulled me into a dark room off the foyer and locked the door behind us.
“Stealing some time alone with my girlfriend.” He lifted me onto one of the side tables and stepped in between my legs. “I’m tired of sharing you with other people.”
“We were apart for ten minutes max, and we see each other every day.”
I officially moved into Asher’s house last month after the lease on my flat expired. It was a huge step, but it was also a natural progression of our relationship.
“True,” he conceded. “But ten minutes is too long, and every day isn’t enough.”
“You’re impossible,” I said with another laugh. “Even so, Mr. Markovic is going to be very upset if he finds out we’re desecrating his…” My voice trailed off for a second, and my breath hitched when Asher’s hand slid up my leg. “Whatever this room is.”
Drawing room? Living room? Sitting room? My muddled brain noticed chairs and tables, but the bulk of my attention had diverted toward the graze of Asher’s fingers against my thigh.
“I just won Mr. Markovic his first Premier League title in a decade.” Asher lowered his head, his velvety murmur making me shiver. “I think he’ll give me some grace.”
My resistance gradually melted like snow beneath the sun as he feathered kisses along my jaw.
“I don’t know,” I breathed. “He seems pretty unforgiving. Do you think he’s…” I swallowed as Asher’s hand found the lace edge of my knickers. “Um, do you think he’s actually in business or…” I gasped, my words dissolving into a burst of pleasure when he slipped his fingers beneath the lace and found my slick arousal.
Asher kissed his way back up to my mouth. “Scarlett?”
“Yes?”
“I don’t want to talk about Markovic, or anything else, right now.”
Heat fluttered between my legs. “So what do you want to do instead?”
His grin was pure wickedness in the dark.
“Why tell you…” he drawled, sinking to his knees. “When I could show you?”
Those were the last words we exchanged for the next half hour.
I had no idea if people were looking for us or if Markovic would be upset about us defiling his drawing/living/sitting room.
If they were, and he was, we’d deal with it together. We always did.
For now, I allowed myself to abandon my worries and sink into the pleasure of the moment.
The past was the past, and the future was unpredictable.
But the present? It belonged to us, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
He has to play by the rules…but for her, he’d break them all.
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New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.