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Her gaze jerked up to his. “It looks like you still need to finish.”

Fuck. Me.

The words might have been an observation, but she issued them like a demand, and he was more than happy to fucking oblige.

Stroking his cock, he quickened the pace, no longer needing a fantasy as she stood before him, eyes glued to his moving hand. Maya shifted her stance, and Asher cursed again, imagining she was rubbing her thighs together to ease the ache there. He could do it for her, but she was woman enough to make that move, and he refused to force it on her or pressure her into it. Content with a voyeur, he choked up on his dick harder as her greedy eyes took in the sight.

Her next question almost undid him. “What were you thinking about?”

No shame. He answered without even thinking. “You.”

A short hum prefaced the words that threw him closer to the edge, his abdomen tightening. Her perfect pink lips parted with, “Do it for me. Tell me what’d you do to me with that cock in your hand.”

“Fuck, Maya.” Asher knew she was a fucking control freak, but he was happy to feed her need, studying her face as he answered, slowing his strokes to delay the impending orgasm. “I’d eat that perfect pussy of yours until you screamed, begging me to stop.”

Her chest rose with her caught breath, and he groaned as the orgasm approached faster than he was ready. He saw himself between her thighs, tasting her sweetness. Purring the words, he voiced his fantasy through the shower doors. “I finally would, but only so long as it took me to move so I could really fuck you. Can you imagine it, Maya? This big, fat cock sliding into your greedy little pussy?” Her cheeks flamed red, and he could see the flush color her chest.

“Because I can. Fuuuck.” The curse slipped out on an aching groan as the throbbing in his balls reached its peak; he couldn’t hold back any longer. His hand stroked his hard cock once more, his abdomen tightening as he exploded. The tremors shot through him, ending in spurt after spurt as he painted the shower doors with his cum. Head tilted back, he breathed deep as the orgasm relented, shoulders slumping with the finality of the last ripple of pleasure.

The dumbest grin crossed his face as he relaxed, his lids sliding open in enough time to see Maya disappear out the door. He frowned. Did he scare her off?

Surely not. Not with the way she’d been eating up the sight. Not with the way she’d urged him to continue, prompted his fantasy to life with her demands.

Cleaning up his mess, the thoughts swirled around his mind like water down the drain as his irritation grew.

Maya couldn’t help give him the most powerful orgasm he’d had in decades and walk off like that.

Drying off, he froze as a thought occurred to him. She hadn’t even fucking touched him.

Fuck, he was lost for her.

Dressing in the clothes he’d chosen earlier, he slid each ring on his finger with intent. Asher wanted nothing more than her arousal to drip off them as he teased her to release.

But he paused. As much as he wanted her, as he craved her, did he truly deserve her? Shame creeped in, hard, dirty, and heavy as his shoulders sagged. He wanted to be good for her— good to her, and he knew he could be, but a question remained, niggling in the back of his brain.

Would she accept me if she knew the truth?

* * *

Maya rushed downstairs, eager to hide her face in a book after what she’d just witnessed. She’d been exploring, finding room after room filled with things no one could truly need. I mean really, who needed two dining rooms, three living rooms, a kitchen bigger than her entire bar, and fifteen bedrooms? Fifteen!

Finally, she’d come upon a room decorated in a decadent gold color that called to her. The sound of a shower running honestly hadn’t registered until she’d crossed the threshold into the bathroom. Something had pulled her forward until she froze to the floor with shock. Asher had stood in the marble shower, water sluicing down his smooth, bronzed skin, and his muscles working in a rhythm she didn’t recognize. When she finally did, a gasp had escaped before she could hold it back. He’d turned around, her gaze had settled on his huge cock, and she’d been unable to tear her eyes away.

If she’d thought he was hot before, she now couldn’t stop seeing him with his hand wrapped around his dick. Just from the little show she’d seen, she was soaked, her pussy ready for so much more. Now she needed a shower, preferably one in the Arctic.

But no one had time for that. When she discovered the library at last, she still couldn’t toss the images from her mind. Maya had no idea where those words had she said to him came from, where she’d found the courage to command him to pleasure himself. Even now, her cheeks flamed thinking about it.

Maya shook herself from her thoughts, finally noticing the magnificence in front of her, and it thankfully pulled her from her naughty thoughts. “Holy shit!”

Like something out of a movie, the stacks of shelves reached the ceiling, outlining the room with walls and walls of books arranged by genre and then alphabetized. Maya wiped away a line of drool before clearing her throat and approaching a marble table, one among many. Chairs, tables, and desks were dispersed through the room, seeing to the needs of every type of studious learner.

Maya was here, determined to learn, so she first tracked down the History section of the library. Trailing her fingers over the spines of hundreds of books, she noticed this was the largest section of the room. That didn’t narrow their search much, but maybe they would find some answers today.

That, or she needed to spend a few days at her loom. Maybe she could see something helpful. Maya had never attempted weaving with the intent to see a vision; they had always just come to her in their own time. She suspected it was a… power with its own will.

A chill worked its way up her spine at the thought. Power. Maya had never worded it quite like that, had never seen her ability as a power. It had always just kind of... been. Not a blessing, not a curse, just a part of her. It gave her a sense of strength to think of it as a power.

Maya hated to admit it, but she’d been powerless ever since the moment her parents died and she’d done nothing but hide in that damned pantry. Even with all the lessons Uncle Malak had drilled into her afterward, the temporary strength of body and mind had fled the day she’d met Alex. She’d only regained it, only truly understood the power she had, when she'd kicked Alex's ass after leaving him. And once more, when she’d schooled the intruders the other night… no. Last night. Maya rubbed her eyes. That felt like so long ago, but still, satisfaction flooded her when she thought of the way she’d defended herself... right before her entire world had been yanked out from under her. She rubbed her chin, the area still sore from her intimate introduction to the wooden steps.