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He grins. “Aye, love.”
He captures my lips and kisses me with the same intensity as his fingers. He rubs my clit, then shifts, sliding just the tip of his index and ring fingers into my pussy. I whimper into his mouth as he pushes them deeper. He pulls them out, and I watch in amazement as he slips those glistening fingers into his mouth and sucks. Oh my god.
It’s so dirty.
It’s so fucking hot.
When he slides them back between my legs and slowly pushes them back in, I feel it deep in my belly. He lets out an appreciative groan as I roll my hips and ride his fingers, loving the sensation of him moving inside me.
His eyes are filled with desire and a kind of wonder as he watches me writhe in ecstasy.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, kissing me deeply. Then his eyes drift down my body, watching his fingers work my pussy.
He said he was making memories for me to take with me after we part, but I wonder if he might be making memories for himself too.
I start to feel a tingle at the base of my spine. My belly flutters, but the intensity builds and builds. “Oh god,” I cry out, not caring at all if the driver hears me. Because this feeling? It’s the best goddamn thing I’ve ever experienced. “I think I’m gonna?—”
My whole body detonates. I think my vision goes white for a minute as I float into another dimension, one where gravity doesn’t exist and time is fluid.
“Holy shit,” I murmur, blinking back to reality.
“You’re a screamer.” Ash grins.
“I screamed?” I don’t remember screaming.
“Like a fucking banshee.” He looks really damn pleased with himself about that fact.
“I had no idea it could be like that,” I say, still slightly bewildered. “I might have taken my sister’s advice and bought a vibrator if I had.”
He runs a finger over my still-sensitive flesh. I involuntarily shudder. “I promise you, what I can offer you is far better than any vibrator.”
I don’t doubt that.
There’s a crackle on the intercom, and then a nervous, awkward-sounding man begins speaking. “Lord Blackstone, uh…I just wanted to let you know we’ve arrived at the restaurant if you’re decent—ready!”
I snort out a laugh as Asher’s expression brightens with mirth. He presses the button and replies, “Can you drive around the block, Ryland? Miss Creed needs a minute to get herself sorted.”
I gape at him. He lifts his shoulders. “The man just heard you scream bloody murder. I had to at least let him know you were alive and well.
“I’m quite sure he knows I’m doing just fine,” I reply with an amused roll of my eyes.
His brow lifts. “Just fine?”
“What? No. I mean?—”
He leans forward, capturing my lip and tugging it between his teeth. “Just fine will not do.”
Then he reaches for the intercom button again. “On second thought, Ryland, could you give us a few more minutes? Maybe hop on the motorway or?—”
“Consider it done, my lord.”
“Thanks.”
He turns to me, a wicked grin plastered on his face. “Now, let’s see if we can aim for greatness this time, yeah?”
Chapter Twenty
ASHER
