“I’m not in the mood for your shit today.” He glared at me, his body hot and hard. “Don’t start something you’re not prepared to finish.”
I whimpered, fuckingwhimpered. “I just want the keys.”
God. Could I be any more pathetic?
“Did you try asking nicely?” He slammed his hips against mine, his eyes flashing with something I couldn’t read.
“Wh-what?”
“Ask me nicely.”
“Fuck you.”
“That’s not very nice.” He ran his tongue over that full bottom lip, and my entire body tightened.
Fuck.Fuckfuckfuckfuck.
There was no way he was going to miss my boner.
“Ooohhhh, you like that, huh, Julian? You like the idea of asking me nicely?”
“Fuck off.”
“Hmmmm, I don’t think so. You like this.”
“I don’t.”
“Really?” He circled his hips, grinding against me slowly, sensually. “Your dick says otherwise.”
“D-don’t.”
I hated how breathy and unsteady my voice was.
“Don’t what? You grabbed me. You put your hands on me first. I’m just finishing what you started.”
“I didn’t startthis.”
He grinned darkly. “Ask me nicely for the keys, Julian.”
I let out a frustrated huff. He was too strong, too big. I wasn’t going to get free unless he let me go.
“Please may I have the keys?”
“Be a good boy and say my name.”
“May I please have the keys, Asher.”
“Try again.”
“Ash,” I whispered.
He let out a shuddering breath.
Wait. What the fuck?
Was hehard?
Ash was as straight as they came. He’d fucked more girls than anyone I knew, which, granted, wasn’t a lot of people, but still. He was a proud manwhore and never bothered to hide his many hookups.