Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

I grin. “All the other places are nice, but I still think I like the bed the best.”

“Me, too. Although the ocean is a close second,” he says, winking.

He runs his hand through my hair. “So, are you going to let me move in since you stole my house, my truck, and all my money?”

I wince. I was waiting for him to ask about it. “I kind of gave everything to the charity I run.”

Asher laughs. “I knew you didn’t like my shack.”

I sit up and look at him. “I love your shack. It’s the one thing I didn’t sell or donate.”

“I don’t believe that you kept it.”

“Of course I kept it. Besides, I don’t think I would have been able to sell it. Nobody else would have wanted it, and if I had managed to sell it, I wouldn’t have made money off of it anyway,” I say.

Asher tickles me in retaliation. I giggle and squirm and swat at his hand to get him to stop.

When we both stop laughing, I say, “Can I move in with you though?”

Asher looks at me seriously. “You want to move into my place? You do know, I was telling the truth. That, that is my only place. You would have gotten any other place I had in the divorce if I’d had another place.”

I nod. “I know. And maybe not right away. But, eventually, that is my hope. If you have taught me one thing, it is that I should live more simply. I live a life of giving back to others, yet I live in this place that has far too many things.”

“I would love to have you share my shack with me as long as we bring this bed.” Asher kisses me on the cheek. “This bed is far better than my bed.”

I laugh. “We can bring the bed. When is your next competition?”

Asher frowns. “I have no idea. I haven’t been training since you left me. Why?”

I grin and flip over, kissing his chest. “First, I want you to fuck me again and again in this bed.”

Asher nods. “I’m listening.”

“And then I want to talk about how you are going to work at my charity and continue surfing because you need to do both. You are great with the kids.”

He kisses me on the cheek.

“And then we can talk about our future. When we are going to move in together, get married, have our own kids. Because, if there is one thing I know, it is that I love you, and I’m never hurting you again.”

He kisses down to my breasts. “We can definitely talk about all of that. But I think we can wait to have the kids talk a little down the line.” He takes my nipple in his mouth. “But I’m definitely up for practicing.”

He grins.

“You did teach me the one thing you promised when you married me.”

He thinks for a moment. “What was that again?”

“You taught me how to take risks. Because being with you is by far the riskiest thing I have ever done.”

He grins. “Sometimes, taking the risk makes living worthwhile.”

“And, sometimes, falling in love is all the adrenaline you need in your life.”

He takes my nipple back in his mouth, ready for another round. One thought flashes through my head though, but I know I have only seconds left before the thought evaporates while Asher teases my body.

Should I tell him the truth?

No.