And okay, maybe I fall for him just a little bit more. While I was in treatment, I learned that one of the things I try to do is drown out the pain—whether it be with alcohol or pills. After a lot of thought and putting my own feelings into perspective, I decided not to drink anymore. It may not be the right decision for some, and I respect that, but it’s the right one for me.
“I’d like to make a toast,” Asher announces, holding up his glass as everyone goes quiet. “Tessa, I am so incredibly proud of you for the huge strides and progress you’ve made. You continue to amaze me every single day, and I am so lucky to have you.”
Everyone cheers their agreements as we all take a sip. Once they go back to their own conversations, I lean back into my boyfriend.
“I’m still sexually frustrated,” I whisper.
He laughs and kisses my head. “Don’t worry. I plan on kicking them out in two hours.”
I turn my head to look up at him. “Make it one.”
TRUE TO HIS WORD, Asher clears everyone out an hour later. He even threatens to set off the sprinklers in order to get Colby to leave. Of course, Colby makes some sarcastic comment about fire being my thing, which earns him a growl from Asher and a chuckle from me. As Asher lunges at him, Colby squeals and jumps away, running from the room.
“Make good choices!” he yells just before the elevator doors close.
Asher’s eyes land on me, desire burning inside of them. “Oh, I intend to.”
I take a step back, making his brows furrow, and fake a yawn. “I don’t know. I’m kind of tired.”
“Is that so?”
Concealing my amusement behind a clenched fist, I nod. “I think I need a nap. Your old age is rubbing off on me.”
He smirks. “I’ll show you old age.”
Before I have a chance to react, he grabs me, lifting me up and pinning me against the wall. Our mouths clash together the same way they did in the elevator, only this time is more desperate. Needy. Like we’re both going to self-destruct if we don’t get enough of each other.
He pulls my shirt up over my head and instantly attaches his lips to my neck. After a full month of having to settle for PG-rated kisses, I’m craving him now more than ever. He grinds himself against me, and I can feel his cock, hard as steel and begging to be let free.
Carrying me into the bedroom, he sets me down and takes a step back. “Take your clothes off.”
The authority in his tone goes straight to my core, and I clench around nothing. I drag my pants down my legs while feeling the intensity of his stare. Reaching behind me, I unclip my bra and watch as it falls from my body.
“Panties, too.”
I bite my lip and watch as his pupils dilate just a little more. “Yes, sir.”
Before I can do as he says, he’s in my face with arms on either side of my head, caging me in. “Say it again.”
Oh, so he has a kink after all.
“Say what, sir?” I tease.
A low growl emits from deep in his chest as he wraps a hand around my throat. “You like fucking with me, don’t you?”
Completely rendered speechless by my own arousal, all I can do is nod. With his free hand, he reaches down and grabs my thong. The slightest sound of fabric being torn echoes into the room, and just like that, I’m stripped bare and his for the taking.
“This is hardly fair,” I tell him. “I’m naked and you have way too many clothes on.”
He smirks and releases me. “Go ahead, Cherry Bomb. Do something about it.”
I don’t need to be told twice. My fingers tease as I unbutton his shirt at a brutally slow pace, kissing the parts of his chest I expose. Once it’s completely undone, I slide it down his arms and admire the body that only seems to get better each time I see it. He wasn’t kidding when said he’s been working out to get rid of some frustration. God damn.
Not able to wait any longer, I make quick work of his pants and boxers—immediately dropping to my knees. His cock springs free, only for me to take it into my mouth. Asher hisses as the contact and laces his fingers into my hair.
“Fuck,” he groans.
I hum contently, and his whole body starts to quiver. He pulls me off him with a pop and glares down at me.