“Not enough, is it?” Asher growled. “Then you’d better come and get it.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I climbed up, tugging off my panties along the way, and straddled him, whimpering in lust and delight as I sank down on his hard cock, feeling it stretch and fill me. My eyes fell shut as sensations overwhelmed me. I began to rock my hips, slowly at first and then faster.
Asher groaned deep in the back of his throat as he bunched my skirt up over my waist and grabbed my ass so hard I was sure I’d see handprints there later. “That’s it, Kate. Fuck me. Yes. So fucking tight…”
“Harder…” I moaned, biting his shoulder, kissing it in apology, biting it again as he thrust hard within me. “Oh, oh, oh, yes. Yes. God yes.”
His cock plunged into me again and again as I rode him, slamming myself down on him as hard as I could, our sweat-slicked bodies sliding against each other as we whimpered and moaned and whispered filthy commands and pleas. One of his hands slid around to my front and began to tease at my clit, and my entire brain lit up like a Christmas tree.
“God, Asher, so fucking…” my breath caught in my throat as he increased the pressure of his hand, stroking my clit firmly at the same time he fucked me.
“You feel so good,” he whispered. I moaned in reply, panting in his ear as he thrust into me even faster. “Come for me, Kate. That’s it. That’s…fucking…it.” Asher groaned and tightened his grip on my body, and I felt him tense up inside me.
“Asher—”
I looked up into his eyes, and we both came.
#
“Asher?”
“…mmmm? Kate?”
“Asher, do we have any other clothes we can wear back to the party?”
“…shit. Shit, we do not.”
Thankfully, when you’re engaged to a billionaire, it’s amazing how quickly department stores agree to add half-hour delivery to their repertoire.
EPILOGUE
“I do.”
I was breaking my no-crying rule with a vengeance, tears of pure joy spilling silently down my cheeks, and I didn’t even care.
There were so many more important things than rules. There was love, and trust, and commitment. There was willingness to risk mistakes, and forgiveness.
There was Asher, sitting beside me and holding my hand, his own eyes suspiciously moist as we watched our best friends pledge their devotion.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
Grant leaned forward with more love in his eyes than stars in space, and pressed his lips gently to Lacey’s. She returned the kiss with fervor, her hand coming up to grasp the back of Grant’s head, and the crowd erupted into cheers, leaping to our feet in a standing ovation.
Asher brought my hand to his mouth and kissed it.
I looked into his eyes and never wanted to look away.
We were in a crowd, and yet whenever I looked into those eyes, it felt like we were the only ones in the room.
I still couldn’t believe how happy I was. I felt like surely I would soon wake up from this wonderful dream: my best friend so happy, Asher so in love with me and I with him, our business growing by leaps and bounds every day—the magazines couldn’t get enough of us, the couple that had been brought together by the power of lingerie. I’d even been told that there was an urban legend going around that our products had the power to lead you to your one true love.
Hey, whatever sold panties was fine by me.
“So,” Asher said, a glint of mischief in his gaze. “I’ve been thinking, for our own wedding theme…”
“Do not even say it,” I warned, wiping my eyes.
“Star Trek. The bridge of the starship Enterprise. The bridesmaids will wear Starfleet uniforms…”
“I will literally kill you.”
“With a phaser set on kill? Or a disrupter?”
“You’re such a total geek,” I said, punching him in the shoulder. Then I slid my hand back into his and said, more softly, “And I love you.”
“I love you too,” he murmured.
He tipped my chin up with his fingers and kissed me, and I kissed him back fervently. And in our kiss I tasted our hunger for each other, and our love, and our tenderness, and beneath all of that: a promise. That we would always believe in each other. That we would always take care of each other. That we would always defend each other from whatever life threw at us.
That we would never let each other go.
The phrase ‘happily ever after’ gets thrown around a lot. Before I met Asher, I had been pretty sure I didn’t believe in it anymore.
But I was starting to.
He was helping me believe, every day.
And I was helping him.