People can call me naïve or whatever they want, but I don’t give a shit. Asher is a good man. Even if we enjoy pretending he’s paying for what I’m giving him. Right now I’d pay the man to take my freaking virginity, but for some damn reason he never takes it that far. Last night I’d been tempted to crawl on top of him and drop down on his dick.
Who am I kidding? Asher might play with the whole paying me thing and that I’m in charge to a degree, but the reality is he’s in complete control, and I love everything about that. The man takes care of me in every way. I’m sure a therapist would say this dependency that I’m quickly developing is not okay, but I’d tell them to fuck off.
The alert for my email goes off again. Mr. Grant is double-checking that I’m heading over to his office now, and I roll my eyes. I already told him I was. You’d think it was him I owed money to and not the freaking university. I remind myself that will be my last eye roll for now because I’m going to have to kiss some ass. I’m hoping the money I hand over today can buy me a little more time.
I lift Asher’s laptop and set it on the bedside table. We crashed here in my dorm last night, and when I woke up, I saw him working on his laptop in bed next to me. I felt guilty because he’s been spending all his time with me.
I’m betting he might be falling behind at work, but it’s only a guess. When I stream and game, he’ll sit off to the side and work, and when I steal a peek at him, he’s generally watching me play and not working. It’s adorable. Never in my life has someone given me so much attention. It’s addictive.
“Babe,” I whisper, leaning down and brushing my lips against his. He opens his eyes and grabs me, pulling me down into his lap.
“That mouth of yours has been paid for. You know the rules when we’re alone.” His tone is making my nipples harden instantly.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I whisper. He fists my hair, pulling my head back and licking up the column of my neck as I whimper a moan.
“Louder.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“There’s my good little girl.” Another whimper leaves me, and wet heat pools between my thighs. He sinks his teeth into my neck, and fuck me, my body is on fire. “Now, where were you trying to sneak off to?”
“I wasn’t trying to sneak-sneak,” I rush to say, but I am fully dressed, with my messenger bag over my shoulder.
He pulls back, his eyes searching my face. Does this man really think I would try to get away from him? He’s lucky I haven’t tried to move my stuff into his fancy condo. It’s not about the condo either. It’s about being with him. I’d move him in here if I could.
“You’re itching for a spanking.”
“Always.” I bite the inside of my cheek to try and keep from smiling, but I know I’m failing. Asher doesn't fight his, and the dimple in his left cheek appears for me. It’s my dimple, and I’ve claimed it. I kiss it every time it comes out, but right now I can’t move or I would.
“You don’t have any more classes today. Are you hungry?” He releases his hold on my hair as he wonders where I’m trying to head off to. When I finally lean in and kiss my dimple, he grins more. He loves when I kiss him there, and I really think this man might have been made for me.
“I’m not hungry. I was going to dart over to the administration building. I need to drop some crap off.” I keep it vague.
“I’ll go with you.”
“No, stay.” I put my hand on his chest. “Sleep or catch up on your laptop stuff.”
“Laptop stuff?” he chuckles.
“I don’t know. Whatever rich men who own lots of things do on their laptop. That stuff.”
“You’re more important than stuff, Lexi.” He runs his finger down the center of my forehead and then my nose. He stops at the tip and gives a cute double tap. I don’t know why he does it, but it makes me smile every time.
“Sometimes I think you’re too good to be true. You’re going to make me fall in love with you, Asher.” My words must surprise him because I manage to get to my feet before he quickly pulls me back down into his lap.
“That’s the plan.” I gasp at his response, and he kisses me.
I moan and start to get lost in the moment. Was he saying what I think he was? He wants me to love him. Does that mean he might love me already? I don’t dare to hope because I could be light years ahead of him on how I feel. I know it’s crazy fast, but I can’t help it, and he might not be far behind.