The Billionaire's Favourite Mistake(40)

"Woman," he growled low in his throat. "Where's your room?"

"I'll show you," Greer breathed. She clutched the charts to her chest  to hide her hard nipples and got to her feet. "Follow me."

"I'm all yours."

She took his hand and led him down one of the back halls of the castle,  towards the staff quarters. Luckily, they didn't run into anyone, or  Greer would have been embarrassed at being caught in a "booty call." She  got to her room and opened the door, then shoved him inside. She  followed him in a second later and locked the door.

His body was stiff, anger on his face. "You're kidding me, right?"

"Hmm?" She glanced around. Bed made. Computer on desk. Clothes in suitcase still neatly stored on suitcase rack.

"This is your fucking room?" Asher turned and glared at her. "Your  father lives in a damn castle with three blonde nitwits and he keeps you  with the staff in this hole?" He gestured at the small bedroom. "You  don't even have a full-sized bed. I've seen car seats bigger than that  bed."

She wasn't going to argue over this. Flustered, Greer ran her hands  through her hair, smoothing it. "I'm only here temporarily, and my  original room was on the second floor with the rest of the girlfriends,  but people kept wandering in when I was trying to sleep. My father's  guests are often drunk and I didn't feel safe. I like it here. It's cozy  and out of the way."

Asher just shook his head. "He's fucking ignoring you. I'm starting to hate the man."

"Well, save that for after the wedding, perhaps? Or it might make your  best man speech awkward." She moved toward him and tugged him toward her  bed. "There's still plenty of room here to practice, if you ask me."

"I just don't get your father," he growled, even as he allowed her to  pull him down onto the mattress. "You're the best thing he has in his  life and he's throwing away your relationship."

"Ash, we've never really had a relationship. Vader doesn't know how to  care for people. I accepted it long ago." Well, mostly. The child inside  her still yearned for birthday to-dos and a father that remembered she  existed.

"He's your father. It should mean something to him, damn it." He leaned  in and kissed her fiercely. "You matter. I don't care what he thinks.  You matter."

His passionate words made her heart thump wildly. Of course it  mattered. Asher had grown up in foster care and in his own words, had  ‘escaped as fast as he could'. To him, parents were important because  he'd never truly felt as if he'd had any. She'd had two messes and grown  up being all she needed for herself. Maybe that was why she'd insisted  she could do this on her own. But now? It felt wrong.

She was going to talk to her lawyer in the morning, get the contract  changed. If Asher wanted to be in the baby's life-in whatever  capacity-she'd welcome it. No more revenge or making plans out of anger.  There were three lives affected by the baby, and he deserved a say.         

     



 

"You look so serious," Asher said, cupping her face in his hands. "I'm  sorry if I hurt your feelings with what I said about your father. He's  not a complete dick . . . actually, I can't even say that. I know he's a  complete dick."

Greer chuckled and began to unbutton Asher's shirt. "I know he is. And I'm not upset. I was just thinking."

"About what?"

"About how I should get some practice, too?" She wet her lips and gave  him her most distracting look. "I mean, I think you've got a few things  down pat, but I'm pretty sure I could use a little experience of my  own." And she kept unbuttoning and continued to his pants when she was  done with his shirt.

His eyes watched her hotly. "You want to do that?"

Of course she did. He was incredibly sexy and she loved touching him.  She grew bolder with every time they had sex, but this was the first  time she'd been bold enough to ask to do this. He'd spent endless hours  lavishing attention on her body-now she wanted to play a little with  him. "Do you mind?"

Asher chuckled. "Asking if I mind if you give me a blow job is like asking if I mind if you give me a million dollars."

She wiggled her eyebrows at him and slid off the side of the bed onto  the floor, where she knelt on the worn throw rug. "One million dollar  blow job coming right up. Well, actually, since I'll be practicing,  it'll be more like a buck fifty blow job."

"If you're doing it, it's priceless."

She looked up to tease him at the words . . . and then realized he was  utterly serious. Oh. A rush of affection surged through her and Greer  smiled up at him. Just when she thought she knew the man, he blew her  away with a quiet statement.

She wanted to make this good for him. All right, all those years of  reading Cosmo magazines had to be good for something. She knew the  basics, just lacked practical application. No teeth, lots of licking and  sucking, and the occasional nut jiggle. She could do this.

Greer carefully unzipped his pants and pulled the fabric aside. His  cock was already straining against his boxers, forming a tent in the  fabric. "Poor thing," she murmured. "All trapped and just wants out."

"Are you being playful?" Asher asked, his voice incredulous. "Fuck,  that's so hot." His hand went to her hair, and she thought he was going  to stroke it, but he knotted his fingers in a fistful of it instead,  holding her head. "You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen, Greer.  You know that, right?"

"I do." He told her constantly. Repeatedly. Either he really did think  she was sexy-which was nice for the ego-or he just liked to pile on the  lies. She preferred to think it was the former. Smiling, she pulled down  his boxers carefully and freed his shaft.

His cock was interesting. She'd seen porn on the Internet-who  hadn't?-and thought she'd seen her share of dicks. They weren't the  best-looking of features, really. But there was something about Asher's  that she found incredibly appealing. His skin was smooth, the head thick  and mushroomlike at the top. He was long and slightly curved, and there  was a thick vein on the underside that she wanted to touch and see if  he was sensitive. Really, she just wanted to play with all of him.

And this was her chance.

With a quick glance up at him, she curled her hands around his shaft.  He felt thick and heavy in her hands, and the skin here felt warmer than  the rest of his body. Softer, too, even though it covered something  incredibly hard. She traced a finger around the head, then trailed along  his shaft. "I'm going to put my mouth on you."

"I'm totally fine with that." His hand tightened in her hair. "More than fine. In fact, I'm going to have to demand it."

"No need to demand." She curled her fingers around his shaft and parted her lips, letting her mouth descend.

The first taste of him burst on her lips as tart and salty. It was  shocking, really, but curious. She wanted more, and she flicked her  tongue over the precum, lapping it up. At his groan of encouragement,  she grew bolder. Her tongue explored more skin and her hand caressed his  shaft and even down to his sac, experimenting with touches. He made  more sounds when she toyed with the head, so she spent a lot of time  caressing and licking it, coming up with new ways to try and please him.         

     



 

"Suck me," he murmured after a moment. "Take me in your mouth and suck."

Oh, right. She'd gotten so distracted with the velvety texture of his  skin and licking him that she'd forgotten about the other part of the  blow job. Eager to please, she slid the length of him onto her tongue  and closed her lips, sucking hard. His muttered expletive was  exceedingly gratifying. She could do more.

She did; she took him deeper, working him with her mouth and her tongue  until his shaft was stroking into her mouth as if he was fucking it.  Most of the movement was hers, but she found that his hips were moving  in subtle little motions as if it were impossible for him to stay still.  She tried to take all of him into her mouth and down her throat a bit,  but only succeeded in triggering her gag reflex. She released him with a  cough. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize. That's fucking hot, sweetheart."

Okay. She went back to lavishing attention on his cock, happy that her  efforts were pleasing to him. Her tongue glided up and down his length,  and she stroked him with her hand, trying to figure out the magic  combination that would push him over the edge and make him come.  Touching him like this was arousing to her, too. She wanted to do more  than arouse him, though; she wanted to make him utterly crazy. What  could she do? Her hand brushed over his balls, but she didn't have  enough experience to tell which touches there were the right kind, so  she tried a different tactic.

Dirty talk.

After all, he liked it when he talked dirty to her and it made her all kinds of turned on. She figured it was the same for him.