‘I’m so close, Asha,’ I groan, my fingers reaching for her shoulders. She pauses at my tip, then pulls her mouth off. I reach for my cock on autopilot but she bats my hand away.
‘I want you to come.’
‘I’m going to.’
‘Now.’ And her mouth is back on me, moving up and down, my tip brushing the back of her throat, her mouth squeezing me so tight, and my hands curl around her shoulders gently now, holding on as I feel myself start to spill into her.
‘Fuck, are you sure?’
Her eyes hold a warning and then she smiles around my length. I don’t think there’s ever been a sexier sight than this. I’m so glad she’s smiled because I seriously doubt I could stop myself now. I thrust once and groan as I come hard—I’m no longer looking at the dusky sky, I’m flying through it, soaring towards the outer atmosphere. I am no longer a man, I’m something else entirely and that’s all because of Asha.
I stare upwards for so long, savouring this, committing it to the banks of memory that are inviolable to time, then slowly I draw my gaze back to her, my chest tightening at the sight of her right there between my legs.
She moves her mouth then pulls away, her tongue tracing my tip one last time before she offers me the sexiest grin I can imagine and stands, her breasts still beautifully naked.
‘That was...unexpected.’ My voice is deep.
‘Was it?’ she teases, winking at me as she reaches for her dress, pulling it back up. I watch, reluctant to lose my view of her flesh.
‘It was also brilliant.’
She laughs. ‘So I gather.’
I stare at her, my world shifting, desire burning my veins from the inside out. The sun is still high enough in the sky to cast light and I’m glad. There’s a whole night ahead of us and I intend to make the most of it. We have a finite quantity of nights like this left. The thought is almost enough to sober me, but then memories of what she just did are strong and I smile, because it’s better to have had inexplicably great sex and lost it than never to have enjoyed something like this at all, right?
CHAPTER FIVE
HE’S GONE WHEN my alarm wakes me, but my bed smells of him and the ghost of his body’s possession wraps around me, making me smile, making my limbs throb and my pulse gallop. I stretch then push out of bed, padding into the kitchen in search of coffee.
My day is crazy busy. I have back-to-back meetings and I’m glad because when I’m busy it’s easier to keep thoughts of Theo at bay. I have to—my job demands that of me, and I don’t let anything come between me and my work.
Too many people depend on me, but it’s not as simple as that. There’s only one person I give a shit about proving wrong, and that’s my dad.
I tilt my chin in a silent gesture of defiance, focusing across the boardroom table, listening to my Asian-Pacific Sales Director’s presentation.
‘Luxury sales are down globally,’ I murmur.
‘But you’ll see we’re defying that in our region,’ she prompts, shifting to a different slide. ‘We’ve had solid growth and our latest point of sale research shows that consumers are migrating from rival companies owing to a per
ception of greater quality and value. We’re seeing excellent growth in Asia Pacific, Australia in particular.’
I nod, pleased, and cross my legs beneath the table. Fire bursts inside me, desire almost impossible to ignore. Out of nowhere, I remember the way we made love on the terrace and I ache for Theo all over again. It takes every inch of my willpower to keep my mind in the moment, to focus on what we’re discussing. An hour later, I have five minutes to myself and I check my phone.
There’s a message from him. My pulse fires as I click into it.
Do you like Korean barbecue?
I pull a face, but a smile is twitching at the corners of my lips.
I do. Are you conducting a survey or is this an invitation?
Both. I’ll correlate the data and get back to you.
My next meeting arrives before I can reply. It’s three more hours before I’m done and I reach for my phone on autopilot, right as a text pops in from Theo.
I’m downstairs.
I frown.