I smirk and bend down to scoop them up, stuffing them into my pants pocket as they watch in attentive fascination. Learn something, boys.
“Gentlemen, have a good night,” I nod, stepping past them with Alyse’s hand tucked securely in mine.
“Looks like you already did,” one of them joked.
“I’m just getting started,” I mutter, not caring if they heard or not. I stop at our room, making short work of the locked door. By the catch in Alyse’s breath, she heard, and that’s all that matters.
That, and sliding into her silky heat while she’s bent over our bed, ass in the air, in nothing but those sexy fucking shoes in…
Five…
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Four…
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Three…
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Ahhh. Fucking. Heaven.
Chapter 36
Alyse
For two days I’ve been racking my brain trying to figure out how I’m going to meet with Beck without letting Asher know. The night of the wedding, I told Cooper I was ready to talk to him and asked him to text me Beck’s phone number, which he did on Sunday. I saved it under B, but I haven’t called him yet.
I don’t want to see him in public, because I’m quite sure there will be plenty of yelling and screaming and crying. All on my part, of course, and I don’t want to have another public meltdown. I definitely don’t want to meet Beck at his place, but I can’t do it at mine either, because I spend every free minute with Asher and that’s simply too risky.
But now that I’ve decided to talk to him, I just want to get it behind me so I can heal and forgive. Move on. With Asher. So whether it’s luck or divine intervention, Asher has an emergency meeting he’s been called to in Detroit this afternoon. Some very important client has filed a lawsuit claiming fraudulent behavior from one of his financial advisors, so he needs to meet with the client tonight and then the advisor and his team of attorneys if the client meeting doesn’t go well, which he’s not expecting.
“I’m sorry, baby. This client has been a pain in the ass for years. I’ve just been waiting for him to pull some sort of shit like this. Usually I can keep him under wraps with a few expensive dinners and bottles of Scotch. I need to nip it in the bud before it goes public. We can’t afford that kind of negative publicity along with this embezzling issue that I’m sure we won’t be able to keep under wraps much longer.”
“It’s okay, Asher. You’re the big boss. You need to handle this. I get it. I’ll be fine.”
“You sure I can’t convince you to come with me?” he asks, cornering me against the cold window in his office. His mouth descends to my neck, nipping and sucking veeeery persuasively. If I didn’t have this thing with Beck hanging over my head, it would probably have worked.
“I can’t. You want me to catch your perpetrator, don’t you?” For once I have very conflicted feelings about doing my job. Once you find that elusive thread, the rest seems to unravel quickly. In fact, I could probably return to Detroit and finish the audit there, but I won’t.
He groans. “I’m not sure anymore.”
“Asher.”
“Fine. Yes. I won’t be back until probably Wednesday morning,” he says between kisses.
“Okay,” I pant, as he moves his way to the other side of my neck. He pulls down my blouse, his lips lowering toward the cup of my bra. “Oh, God,” I breathe.
“When I get back, I’m whisking you away to Mackinac Island for New Year’s Eve.”
“Okay.”
“I need you to suck me with your sinful mouth before I go, baby.”
“Now I’m the one corrupting you,” I laugh.
“No. You’re the one saving me, my sweet Alyse.”
His heartfelt words rip the breath from my lungs. He vacillates on a dime between wicked and sweet. It’s hard to keep up, but it’s exactly what I need, what I crave. It’s like he always knows precisely what to say at precisely the right moment to pull me in deeper, burrow further into my heart. As if he could.
He steps away, leaving a wake of fire where his lips have just been and makes quick work of his pants, dropping them to his knees right in front of anyone in the other office buildings who cares to look. Placing his palm against the cool glass, he leans forward, his pulsing, veiny cock jutting straight toward me, looking angry and in need of soothing.
Twist my arm. I guess I’ll volunteer.
Chapter 37
Alyse
“Deep breath in, deep breath out,” I mumble to myself as I pace the length of my temporary apartment, waiting for security to call. I hold my hands out. They’re shaking. I haven’t been able to eat a thing all day. Beck couldn’t meet last night, which would have been ideal, but Asher called this afternoon to say he won’t be home until Wednesday morning for sure, so I feel comfortable meeting Beck here.