Ashton Scott

The room fills with the sound of his tie sliding over his shirt as he discards it. Still watching me intently, he unbuttons his shirt. His fingers move deftly from one button to the next, undoing them, slowly revealing the smooth skin of his chest and abs. I lean back against the couch and enjoy the show of Ashton undressing.

When his shirt hits the floor, he flicks his wrist and beckons with his fingers for me to stand. Those beautiful blue eyes of his drop to take in my body, and when I stand, his hand goes straight to the button on my jeans. He makes fast work of removing them and slipping his hand into my panties.

Cupping my pussy and rubbing his thumb over my clit, he orders, “Take off your clothes.”

Ashton is bossy by nature. I know this about him. But tonight it’s like a whole other Ashton is here. He’s hungry for me, and he’s taken control, but he almost seems detached. And if I didn’t know better, I would think that all he came for was sex.

I do as he says and a few moments later I stand before him naked except for my panties. I hardly know I’m still wearing them, though, because Ashton’s hand covers my pussy rather than their thin material.

His thumb works my clit while he slides two fingers inside me. I’m so wet and ready for him, and I moan as he fucks me with his fingers. When he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, I close my eyes and place my hands on his shoulders to steady myself.

I lose myself in the pleasure. Time passes in a blur with Ashton in complete control of my body.

When he growls, “Fuck,” my eyes flutter open, and I take in the wild look of need filling his features. I’m so close to coming. What I see in his eyes almost tips me over the edge, but before it does, Ashton spins me around, yanks my panties down and says, “Bend over and place your hands on th

e top of the couch.”

When he has me where he wants me, he undoes his belt and pants. His body moves closer to mine, his cock teasing the hell out of me. “I want to fuck you without a condom tonight,” he says as his hands cup my breasts.

It’s a statement, but I hear the question in it. I also hear just how much he wants this. His voice is raw with that desire. “I’m clean.” I want this too.

His hands move from my breasts to my waist. He grips my hips, and without waiting another second, he thrusts inside me. A primal groan comes from deep inside him, and his fingers dig harder into my flesh as he fucks me with a ferocity I’ve never experienced in my life.

It’s primitive almost.

Wild and untamed.

I love every second of it.

I brace myself against the couch as he slams into me over and over, and when I come, I scream out his name like I never have before. It seems to fuel him, and he thrusts into me harder until he comes too.

“Fuck!” he roars out. He keeps hold of my hips while resting his forehead against my back. “Fuck,” he mutters again, breathless.

We stay like that for a while. When he finally straightens, he turns me to face him. His hold on me is firm, like he doesn’t want to let me go. And that intensity is still in his gaze.

“Today was one of the worst days of my life, but having you by my side made it bearable. And coming home to you tonight…. Fuck, that was everything I never knew I needed.” He stops talking abruptly, like he was going to say something else but thought better of it.

Dropping his lips to mine, he claims me in the same kind of kiss he started this with. I feel every bit of his possession in this kiss, and while I never thought I was the kind of woman who wanted to feel possessed, I can’t deny how much I love it. How much I love feeling Ashton’s need for me.

And I realise how far I have fallen for this man.

I may even be falling in love with him.

40

Ashton

I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. I’m exhausted after the last week of dividing my time between my mother, Lorelei, and work. Work has kicked my ass while I attempt to finalise the deal with Marc Brentley and secure Aaron Steel’s investment in the New Zealand resort I’m building. Neither deal is any closer to being finalised.

“Ashton, you look like you could do with a weekend off,” Mum says as I hand her the cup of tea she requested.

She’s home now, recovering from her heart attack. I’ve been spending time with her each day so I can see her health improving for myself. The only downfall to this is seeing my father almost every day, too. It has surprised me to find him here each time I visit.

“Jessica’s booking one in.” I omit the information that it’ll be half work, half play while I take Lorelei away to work on the resort we’re involved with.

“Good.”

I sit on the couch opposite her. “How are you feeling? Really feeling, I mean. Not the bullshit you tell Dad and the doctors.”