Endless Obsession

With him resting on his arms, his rough shirt scrubs against my exposed nipples. The combination of that and him thrusting his cock against my pussy has me whispering breathlessly, “M’kay.”

His lips pull up into a smile against mine. I release the grip I have on his hair and run my hands down his back until I reach the bottom of his shirt. I slip them beneath it and feel his smooth back. I lightly graze my nails against the skin and he groans and rocks his hips harder into me.

He adjusts so he’s leaning on one elbow. Keeping his eyes on me, he trails his fingers down my stomach, stopping at the waistband of my shorts and flicking open the button. I grab his wrist, not sure I feel comfortable baring myself out in the open like this.

His fingers are still on the zipper, but he makes no move to pull it down. “Trust me?” he asks quietly.

It only takes me a minute to realize I do trust him. I don’t know if that’s foolish or not, and I still feel guilty over Sterling, but I’m not going to let that stop me from experiencing something wonderful. And I get a sense that what me and Asher have is special.

I nod, and he graces me with a stunning smile.

He slowly moves the zipper down and slips his hand inside my shorts. My back bows off the blanket when his fingers touch my clit. Sparks of pleasure zing through me, and I see stars behind my closed lids. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, but little whimpers escape. Thick fingers enter me, and I feel myself clamp down on him. His thumb works my clit as his fingers pump in and out of me. I clutch his bicep and dig my heels into the blanket, lifting my hips, seeking for more.

My limbs lock up when I feel the first spark of my orgasm hit. I cry out Asher’s name and he covers my mouth and devours the sound. Pinpricks start in my toes and travel up my legs. I quiver and moan and pant, not catching nearly enough breath.

By the time I start to settle down, my body relaxing against the blanket, I feel pleasantly exhausted. I lazily open my eyes and find Asher right there, still hovering over me.

“You are the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he says, dipping down and laying soft kisses over my face.

I sift my fingers through his sweaty hair and scrape my nails on his scalp. He moans and presses his cock against my hip, reminding me he hasn’t had his release yet.

“Do… uhh… do you want me to…” I stop, and look down at his obvious erection, blushing profusely.

He chuckles, winks, and pulls back, bringing me with him so I’m leaning back against him like I was before. “Not right now. But you can definitely take care of it later.”

We finish up our lunch and sit and talk for a while longer. I love it out here and wish we could stay here forever.

I look down at my hands that are running up and down his arm. The tattoos are bright out in the sunlight.

“You know, when I first saw you, I couldn’t believe you were my boss,” I tell him, tracing my finger along a gorgeous sunset on his arm.

“Oh yeah?” His breath blows the few pieces of hair that’s fallen from my hairband.

“Yep. For one, you were extremely sexy. And two, you had these beautiful tattoos, and that eyebrow ring, of course.” He chuckles in my ear. “That’s not the typical look for a man in your position. You were supposed to be this rich stuck-up guy that played by the rules. Or that’s what I was expecting anyway. But I got you instead, and I was struck dumb that first day. I was fumbling around so much. I’m surprised you didn’t fire me.”

“Want to know a little secret?” I nod. “I was utterly enthralled the first time I saw you—still am. Every time you enter my office I have to work really hard to not take you in my arms and devour you whole. You sit so prim in that chair on the other side of my desk with your notepad and pen in hand. You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined laying you down on my desk and feasting on your body. It’s a real struggle.”

I tremble in his arms and barely stifle a moan. The sated feeling I had a few minutes ago diminishes at his words. I want him again already.

“Tell me about Grant,” he says, and I stiffen in his arms.

How does he know about Grant?

He must sense my question because he explains. “I’ve overheard you and Liv talk about him a couple times.”

I don’t want to talk about Grant, but I also don’t want to hold anything back. This is a new relationship, and I want everything out in the open. It’s not a secret, but it’s still something Asher has a right to know if we plan to continue.

I shift, getting into a more comfortable position.

“He was my fiancé. We had been together for two years when my mom’s cancer took a turn for the worse. The day my mom died was the day I found Grant in bed with another woman.”

While I talk, my voice is void of any emotion. I may be over what Grant did, but it still hurts that he was capable of cheating on me, and of all the days I had to find out when my world was already shattering all around me. He had always been so sweet and attentive. I thought we were both in love.

Asher stiffens behind me and the hand he has lying on my leg balls into a fist. He’s angry. I pick it up, uncurl his fingers, and kiss his palm.

“I realized the next time I saw him that we wouldn’t have worked out anyway. I don’t know if it was my mom being sick, which took away a lot of my time, or if we just naturally grew apart, but the pain wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It tore me

up at the time it happened, but that could be because I had just lost my mom and didn’t have anyone else to lean on.”