out, begging for more. And he instantly gave me what I craved. Sucking softly on my nipple, he teased it with the tip of his tongue just before biting lightly.
“Yes,” I moaned as he continued to please me. My hips began to rock against him almost of their own accord and I closed my eyes tightly and tipped my head back.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered against my breastbone as he moved his head my other breast, where he teased and taunted me with gentle flips of his tongue.
Everything about this moment felt so erotic as he built me up with slow, tantalizing touches and dirty words of encouragement. The man played me like a fine-tuned instrument and knew just what I needed and how.
By the time Ashton flipped me over and knelt before me, my entire body was humming as a single word repeated in my mind. More.
He gave me more, and even then it wasn’t enough. I wanted him so much. I needed him close.
When he positioned his hips between my thighs and slowly began to enter me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and clawed at his arms.
“Please,” I begged.
He tilted his head down and focused on my pussy as he pulled back and then pushed in once more.
“So fucking beautiful,” he praised as he watched me take him over and over with a glazed look in his eyes. He was so lost in the moment that I don’t know if anything would have reached him as he continued to move inside me. And even though he felt amazing, I think I was most affected by the pleasure written all over his face.
“WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE going?” Ashton asked as I stepped into the kitchen wearing one of the dresses I’d left here weeks ago. I was worried about what I would wear today before I found it hanging in the closet. He must have had it dry cleaned.
“Work,” I said as I looked down at my outfit, checking over my appearance once again. I thought it looked okay, but maybe I was wrong.
“No you’re not,” he said as he stood from the table and made his way toward the sink.
I remained in the entryway staring at him as if he had grown another head. “Excuse me?”
Over the last couple days he had held me captive in his penthouse. Okay, so I wasn’t about to complain about our time together. In fact I had quite enjoyed being able to reconnect with him. But now I needed to get back to reality.
“I said ‘no you’re not,’” he stated as he turned to face me. I searched his gorgeous features for even an ounce of humor but came up empty.
“I have a job to do,” I said as I placed my hands on my hips defiantly. “I can’t just hide out here in your penthouse and neglect my responsibilities.”
“You no longer work for Stockman and Wright,” he said. Once again no smile, no smirk, no fucking sign that this insane man before me was in any way joking. “You can glare at me, hell you can even yell if you want, but I can guarantee you aren’t leaving this penthouse unless I’m at your side. And as far as your job goes, they’ve been notified of your unexpected, yet remorseful departure.” He remained completely unaffected by this mortifying display of power.
“Are you high? Drunk?” I asked, completely blown away by his behavior. I took in a deep breath when he just kept standing there without answering me. “Oh my God, what is wrong with you?” I threw my hands up in the air. “Where in the world do you get off telling my place of employment I won’t be returning? I have bills to pay, you asshole.”
That got his attention, but only for a moment. He actually fucking smiled.
“So if I call you an asshole that gets a rise out of you?” I took a step toward him, fully intending to give him more of my sass.
“Baby, I told you this is your home. Everything I have is now yours. And you’ll never be able to be Kinsley at Stockman and Wright. I won’t let you hide anymore.” He placed his hand on my cheek. “I want you here, with me, every night. I want to share this home with you. If you want a job, then you can work at Montgomery Enterprises, but only as Kinsley.”
And just like that, all my anger faded away. “I can’t,”