Here it is! The new title! 'Nobody's but Mine' is now 'Insatiable Desires'!

  Very much fitting the book, I think 😊 But don't get confused, it's all the same, nothing has changed except the name.

I'll be changing the cover soon as well, so don't get alarmed!

  Also, here's another lil treat! 18+ Content 😉 Enjoy!

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Anya's POV

  They say that time passes quicker when you're having fun. Perhaps I was having way too much fun because the meeting was over in what seemed like a blink. Or maybe it was just the satisfaction of seeing Ash frustrated with my actions.. Underneath the table.

  Yes, he made his threats. But I knew he was only bluffing. With Ash, I could still never be completely sure. He knew how to surprise me with his actions.. Propose or you know, actually get me over his shoulder and carry me out. But that didn't happen. Not that meeting. I didn't allow him.

  He did threatened by moving his chair back and parting his lips to excuse us more than once, but I was quicker than that because I knew what would come next after that. He would make a show for more than twenty people that attended.

  So I asked him questions about the project, continuing the tease underneath the table, but still distracting him with my words as much as I could.. Others agreed with me and asked more. He was attacked with having to answer all of them and didn't get the chance to provide his promises.

  Perhaps I should've been more fair with him.. Or at least I should've guessed what he was capable of doing if he gets tired of the teases.. I knew he was angry for not being able to do anything about it, frustrated to the point of keeping his brows intimidatingly furrowed the whole time, and ending the meeting ten minutes earlier.

  It was satisfying to see that look on his face though.. The groans that he was so determined to keep for himself. I could only imagine how he was going to provide those promises he made, but I still refused to think about it too much. I needed a distraction. I mean, yes I tried getting revenge with my actions but Ash.. Oh he was able to make me lose my mind with simple words if he wanted to.. Damn promising words.

  After the meeting was over, Josh thought it would be decent to at least have a drink as a celebration for their success with Italy about the project, and everyone seemed very much cheerful to have some champagne and talk it through..

  The hallway was now filled with all of the workers, not only those who attended the meeting but the others as well, talking and laughing, asking and answering, including me because I was Ash Bonner's fiancée after all, and it seemed to make me very much in the center of attention.

  I didn't enjoy attention though. I never did. They did try to be nice though, asking about all kinds of things, starting on how we met, how he proposed, even how I knew I was ready for such commitment.. I answered simply and kindly, as much as I could, mostly because I couldn't even focus much on them when I kept trying to find Ash around the hallways. The meeting just ended and he got lost within a second..

  A slight pull over my waist, simple and certain, way too familiar, was his way on getting my attention. I glanced at him and he greeted the girls I was talking to with the fakest grin on his face, before leaning a bit closer to me.

  "Anya, a word please." Oh how polite.. How fakely polite.

The sound of his voice still sent chills throughout my entire body.. Raspy and deep hiding the same emotion as before, so damn promising in ways no one could imagine other than me.

I left my glass on the nearest desk, feeling how he lead me by keeping his hand so certainly over my back.. Something turned in my stomach.. I thought about how much easier it would be if it wasn't just Paris where we could be ourselves without having to hide it.. His hand around my waist, or in mine.. It felt like it belonged there. It fit perfectly. I wanted it there, leading me, where ever we were, not just in Paris as my fake fiancé.

  He did seem like he had something to tell me and my naive ass fell for it immediately. Or Ash was just an amazing actor in front of others because he certainly seemed even concerned.. But as he lead me around the crowd I realized that no, in fact he had nothing to tell me..

  "What is it?" I tried, but he simply just pulled me closer by my waist and kept his eyes in front of himself.. My question caused a slight smirk to curl the side of his perfect lips.

He leaned a bit closer. "Just walk with me." And that's what I did. I walked with him down the hallway and through the door at the end. I suppose it was his office so I smiled when we walked in cause we finally had privacy..

  But he simply closed the door, took my hand and continued towards the door on the right.. His office in Paris was way bigger than the one in Richwood for sure. It even had curled stairs on the side..

  "Where are you taking me?" And as the other door opened, everything was clear for me.. It was the bathroom. He had a private one in his office.

  It was large, no doubt in that.. Bigger than some offices I suppose.. It had three sinks on the marble counter in front of the single large mirror, two cabins, yet it still seemed perfectly created like a homey bathroom rather than a public restroom. Everything in the company was like that.

  I stopped near the door as he let go of my hand and walked a few steps in front of me.. Then he turned around and looked at me, spreading his arms slightly like he was showing around.

  "Private enough for you?" I scanned him. I didn't answer. I simply took in the sight before me.

  He took a few slow steps back towards me.. I bit down on my lip and observed him approach.. Christ, he was perfect.. Tall, dark, mysterious.. Even underneath that suit his muscles were clear, and all I wanted to do was run my hands all over them.. Kiss him all over.

  He reached me and I took a small step back, grinning when he leaned closer. The look behind his eyes was promising, serious now more than it was the whole day.. The way he reached his hand for the slightly opened door behind me trapped me, the way he closed it with a simple tick caused my heart to skip a beat the very second.

  He spoke again. "Now.. What did I tell you?" Another step closer was enough for him to back me up against the door completely..

  The sharp features on his face, his dark nature, the lust behind those silvers.. It showed intimidation.. But all I felt was this untamable desire to pull him closer, to feel those lips against my own.. To feel him against me, in me, everywhere around me. I wanted to drown in him once again. It was madness how insatiable I was of him. 

  I still played my luck. I grinned and he observed every inch of my face with the kind of focus that I was almost addicted to.

  "I don't remember." I answered as he took another step closer and his body pressed against mine..

  "No? You want me to remind you?" I looked him in the eye and ran my hands down his chest. I was way too aroused to think of any other games, even though the words slipped and I played a bit more..

  "Oh please, I knew you were just bluffing." My actions however.. I could not control.

  I smiled as I told him that and he once again scanned me well.. The way I ran my fingers over his stomach and towards his pants did effect him.. Oh it effected him well.. His jaw was clenched slightly.. His muscles tensed.

  With one simple move, he took both my wrists even though I already undid his pants. I bit down on my lip to stop the grin that still dared to stretch. The kind of lust behind his eyes was unexplainable. It was wild. It was wicked. All for me. And I was already pulsing between my legs for him.

  He brought my hands up by slightly pulling on my wrists.. When he left a kiss over one of my palms, slow and soft, my heart fluttered in the most insane way.. It was just a kiss on my palm yet it challenged so much.. It showed so damn much.

"I'm sorry, but I kept being asked questions," Another kiss on my other hand.. "because of certain someone."

  "You're welcome."

  I kept the smile on my face even though I was already melting.. Aching for him. I could no longer focus on his words nor the way he said it.. The way he blamed it on me.. Because I was so damn lost in those eyes. Nothing longer mattered. Just him.

  "You little tease," He smiled and managed to swirl my mind with a simple grin.

  The way my heart fluttered wasn't something he could ever understand even if I tried explaining the effects he had on me..

  But at that point all I knew was that I craved his hands on me.. The way he so eagerly moved them back over my waist and pushed me up against the door.. The way he searched my face so intently, allowing that smile to fade off his face.. Replaced by the same kind of mad lust that controlled him, that reflected back on me as well..

  Silence fell over for a second.. I followed how he focused on my lips.. How he so intently frowned slightly.. How he analyzed me so perfectly calmly when we both knew it was nothing but loss of resistance that controlled both of us at that point.

  Those eyes on me caused my breaths to deepen.. They caused my legs to feel weak to the point of so unconsciously running my hands up his chest to keep myself still.. My heart to thump loudly to the point of losing sense of all reality when he so effortlessly moved towards me, so demandingly pulling me against himself like his life depended on that connection of our bodies, of our lips..

  We kissed like it was the only way we knew of expressing our feelings in that moment.. Expressing that raw lust through a kiss that was as wild as to prove that addiction that we both kept secret. That addiction for one another.

  Our lips were connected as one, our tongues moving, teeth touching, tasting one another like we were trying to savor the moment, to allow it carve in our brains like it was a simple beginning of something as wicked as that.. Something as crazy as tearing each other's clothes off in the middle of a work day because we could no longer play games.

  The way his lips moved over my jaw gave me the chance to take in the air, feeling his hands going from my waist up like he was exploring every inch of my body with his spread fingers.. Soon he traced his kisses over my neck, allowing me to undo some of his shirt and stopping right when he heard a slight moan escape me..

  He moved his lips off that sweet spot on my neck, his hands down my butt, over my hips in one rough matter, and then simply looked at me.. We looked at each other like it was the judging moment of what comes next.. And when I pressed my fingers over the buttons of my shirt.. It was all clear.

  He had his hand pressed against the door behind me, trapping me perfectly and observing every move of my fingers. I looked back at him and undid one.. He kept his focus on my chest.. I prevented that smile that threatened by biting down on my lip.. He noticed that as well.. He scanned me fully.. And I undid another button. The lock clicked. He locked the door. So I undid two more. And his grip over my skirt, over my hips tightened.

  My shirt was undone halfway and it exposed a good part of my cleavage and bra, from which he seemed very much fascinated with but still not patient enough to wait for me to tease him slowly any further..

  With one simple muted groan, he moved one hand over my shirt and pulled down, undoing it completely and not caring whether or not he would rip the buttons.. Thankfully he didn't. And thankfully I managed to keep balance from his sudden moves..

  I dug my fingers in his arms, while he moved his over my skirt, closing up the space between our face with one hungry kiss that swirled my mind and leading me the way he pleased.. I felt myself being turned, once, twice as he cooperated, like he was only following some simple routine that he was used to when it was the first time we gave into such lust so shamelessly.

  I felt myself slightly bump into something solid from behind. His lips escaped mine just like that as he turned me around and I found the reflex to instantly move my hands in front of myself and hold on against the marble sink counter.

   My head was a blur. I felt dizzy from that kiss. I inhaled deeply but the air barely reached my lungs. I needed more. I- Christ, I wanted it all.

  I managed to flatter my eyes open.. I looked back at the mirror.. At our reflection in it. I was shameless to look back without feeling a single bit of guilt.. I had given into that lust purposely because I could no longer hold back my desires to myself.. I could no longer be near him and not want him for myself. And God help me, but I was done fearing.. I was done pushing back what I felt. And I felt no regret. No, not when it came to him.

  My chest rose as I breathed in and out heavily.. I could feel his breath near my hair.. I could see him, right there, looking back at me in the mirror. We both grinned. It was like we both realized that we were mad enough to no longer care. Oh no, we no longer cared about anything other than one another.. Not that we were in a private restroom, in between meetings, ripping each other's clothes off like our wicked ways were the only way we knew to handle the lust that controlled us.. To tame it.

  My hair was unkempt.. My cleavage fully exposed in the white lace bra I wore as for the shirt was completely undone. He was way taller than me from behind.. His muscly figure held mine in one perfect grip, like we fit perfectly.. He held me against himself with one arm over my stomach and waist, one hand tightly in my hair, pressed against me from behind to the fullest..

  I could feel the large bulge in his pants. He was damn rock hard. And I longed for him inside me like I desperately needed a reminder of that perfect feeling, perfect pleasure.. Like it had been days since I felt that, not right that morning.

  He inhaled deeply against my hair. Both of us were still catching our breaths. Now he was holding me tighter against himself, tracing his lips towards my ear.

  "This, I wanted to see." I straightened up a bit and pressed my head back against his shoulder.. "You look damn good like this, don't you?"

  The deepness in his voice gave me the kind of tingles between my legs that promised a loss of balance and a damn collapse if he didn't hold me as firmly as he did.

  "Oh I do.. Only because you're behind me." The smile that stretched his lips promised oh such things that only I could understand..

  Moving his hand from my hair from behind to my jaw to the front, he turned my head on the side enough to expose my neck perfectly. A sweet kiss on the side of my jaw from behind almost made me release sounds that I knew I had to keep to myself.. Then over my neck..

  I watched how he kissed my neck in the mirror for a second.. His hair soft and unkempt from how many times I had ran my hands through it.. His jaw sharp and his lips perfect against my skin.. Kisses that were slow yet hungry, thought-through enough to make me lose my mind..

  I moved my hand up his hair.. My head fell back and my eyes flattered closed.. He ran his hands over my waist, down my hips, once again exploring every inch, every dip and curve there was.. The way he wrapped his fingers over the edge of my skirt, licking that sweet spot the very second over my neck allowed that moan to escape my lips, and it dared him perfectly..

  My skirt was lifted within a second.. His lips lost contact with my neck.. His fingers found their way to the edge of my panties and he was about to pull when I moved my hand back and over his wrist to stop him. I tried looking back at him but only saw a glimpse of the grin that stretched the side of his lips.

  "Don't you dare rip these too, or-"

  "Or?"

  I looked back at him but he didn't allow me to turn around completely. "I only have a skirt on." My complain made him search my face for a second..

  The way his dark brows were furrowed gave away the focus and the clear enchantment behind those grays, behind those perfect wild eyes that held the kind of lust that made me shiver..

  "Fine." He finally answered. "Consider it a favor." The arrogance in his voice made me smile.

  I looked back at the mirror, pressing my hands back against the sink counter firmly and waiting for him to take off my clothes.. Gently, like we agreed. However, I should've guessed how unpredictable Ash could be.

  He was firsty focused on my behind shamelessly, scanning me fully like he no longer had a reason to hold back.. The way he ran his fingers over the dip of my lower back was a true distraction.. A thought-through distraction before he showed that exact unpredictability that I was supposed to be already aware of.

  And then he pulled down on my panties like it wasn't lace that held them together, like he didn't care whether or not they would end up in a few pieces in his hands.. They slightly got stuck over my butt, over my wide hips, and I almost yelped in panic. He was going to rip them!

  I must've flinched a bit too because I heard a dry laugh escape him before he spoke..

  "Sorry for the startle, darling, but with this ass, they almost ripped themselves." The humor in his voice was clear, but that amusement at the same time dared that rasp in his tone that made me push myself back a bit..

  A few muted cusses escaped him underneath his breath when I leaned forward and arched my back a bit. I stepped out of the panties that fell to the ground and made myself comfortable. He ran his hands over my hips, so gently up and down like he was exploring every inch of my skin, and then simply knelt down..

  He did that with no warning, effortlessly, again, like he was simply following some routine that he knew of well, when we both knew that it was our desires leading us.. He traced my legs from my ankles up, parting them slightly and moving his hands up my stockings until he reached my bare skin.. He ran a finger between my legs so lightly that I shivered, only to check, and from the cuss that he mumbled he showed the satisfaction from my wetness..

  Like I said, Ash was always unpredictable. And that was the most exciting thing about being with him.. It rose my adrenaline quicker than anything else could.. Just like how in that moment, he rose up on his feet again within a second, running his hands over my hips and up my waist to adjust me the way he pleased, and with no warning whatsoever, he plugged inside me.

  My eyes closed the very instant. The first thing that came to my mind was fuck, he's big, and the second was that I couldn't dare making a sound. So I bit down on my lip, arched my back slightly and bent down over the sink counter completely, managing to push my hips back against him and to hear that familiar satisfying groan escape him.

  The breath of relief that I released was truly honest. I wouldn't had been able to take any more foreplay. And damn me, but he felt too good inside me.

  My hips moved back against him on their own. I adjusted and pushed back against him a few times before he stopped and allowed me to move alone. And I did. My hips seemed to had found a rhythm, moving like it wasn't me that controlled them..

  I leaned against my elbows and moved again, again and again, feeling that pleasure thriving right there between my legs, so eagerly already pulsing with the need for that release.. He ran his hands over my behind, encouraging me with a few cusses that so lowly escaped him, and just when I found myself that perfect rhythm with my hips, he surprised me with that familiar spank over my butt..

  It held no harshness, but it was sharp enough to make the spot tingle and once again pushed me a step closer to that edge.. I have no clue how I found such satisfaction in it but Ash made me feel things I never did before.. I loved every second of it..

  My lips parted at that slight slap, making me slightly open my eyes and look back at the mirror.. The picture was erotic.. It was something I never thought I would do.. But again, Ash was something else. Something new. Something so damn amazing whenever I was near him.

  I preformed a slightly turn with my hips, hearing him groan, but that ache for release between my legs threatened to the point of almost pushing me off the edge.. My knees almost gave out on me. I stopped and instantly felt how he had already started preforming a few thrusts that so perfectly swirled my mind.

  My eyes closed on their own again. "Oh God, Ash," I pushed myself on my hands, straightening up a bit and arching my back enough to drive him crazy, to make him increase that rhythm.. A rhythm that was so damn perfect, so well thought-through to make me lose my mind completely.

  Every move of his was thought-through, only pushing me closer to that madness.. How he moved his hands up my lower back and waist, tracing every inch with his fingers, slowly over my stomach, my breasts, making me straighten up and press myself against him..

God, he was so deep in me, I could barely hold back from that ecstasy.. The way he pulled down on my bra, the way he pressed his lips so eagerly over the side of my neck.. Oh and the way he held me against himself with every fastened up thrust was driving me insane.

His hand moved over my neck and jaw, pulling my head back slightly so that his lips could trace the side of my face.. While with the other hand he simply pushed down on my lower back, making me lean forward again, letting go of my jaw and allowing me to press my hands back against the sink counter.

I could've never even guessed what idea he had on his mind next.. He thrusted with the kind of roughness and speed that made me barely keep balance in my heels, barely hold myself without bending down completely.. And the way he moved his hand over my leg from the side, pulling it up.. It drove me insane..

He had me lift one leg and press my knee over the edge of the sink counter as well, and he seemed very much in loss of control at that point. I looked back at the mirror just to see myself right there on my elbows, and his perfect figure from behind me leaning over my back, kissing my shoulder and looking back at me..

His hair was messy, his shirt so perfectly undone exposing his hard chest, and his eyes wickedly daring when they looked back at mine in the mirror. My lips parted for more air but it was worthless.. I was already there, I was already losing every resistance I had, as for that pleasure was seconds away from exploding.

My hand moved back on its own, over his hair with the way he had his lips still pressed over my shoulder.. And right when I was about to come in millions of pieces, a slight click was heard.. Muted footsteps coming from his office..

Ash heard it too. And I wanted to stop myself from that ecstasy because I knew I could not keep quiet, but it was too late. I was already allowing that pleasure to explode inside me.

Ash buckled, and stopped with his thrusts, yet kept himself so deep inside me that it only proved my release of that insane pleasure.. The last thing I noticed in the mirror was Ash glancing towards he door even though whoever it was that was looking for him was in his office..

My eyes shut closed and I trapped my lips between my teeth to keep quiet, but that slight moan escaped me right in that moment when that someone spoke. They were looking for Ash..

And he.. Oh he simply pressed a hand over my lips to keep me quiet and pulled me back against himself.. I straighten up but he was still inside me, damn deep inside me, right as that pleasure exploded.

"Not a sound." He whispered against my ear, and it was enough for me to fall in that full frenzy of thoughts, allowing my mind to go completely blank, allowing myself to fall in that compulsion of pleasure..

  I- Oh God, I seemed to had lost all consciousness of my actions.. I lost all control. I came to millions of pieces in his arms right then. That mind-blowing feeling of release had me shaking.

My body longed for that usual numbness in such moments.. Every atom seemingly going to dust.. Every bit of pleasure flooding every little inch of my body.. Between my legs was pulsing, in my stomach was tingling and my muscles seemed to go completely limp. My senses were completely lost. My sanity — gone.

My legs gave out on me but Ash held me glued against himself.. One hand over my lips, the other in my hair, keeping my head straight and swung back against his shoulder while I could feel his heavy breaths against my ear.

Once again he kept inside me, pressed against me to the fullest, just like that night, holding me tightly against himself as my body shook in that release, in that completely loss of senses..

   I heard him mumble something so quietly against my ear.. He was cussing, trying to hold back himself..

"Fuck, Anya, you're gonna- damn, baby," His voice was muted in my head.. I don't think I heard whatever else he had to say..

And whoever it was that I had to keep quiet from, probably left because I felt Ash slightly release me, allowing me to slide my hands back against the marble sink counter and fall forward.. Those moans I held back escaped me right in that moment.. His name — the only word I knew..

I realized I could not hold my own weight because my legs still slightly shook.. His hands on my hips held me in place. He had unplugged from me but I was still trembling from that mind-blowing orgasm that- Oh that I could not find my way back to reality from..

  He had pulled out, probably to keep in control and not come himself.. But he seemed very satisfied with the effect he had on me. I felt his hand wrapping around my lifted skirt from behind, once again pulling me back against himself, making me straighten up and find some balance..

  He turned be around before I could even open my eyes, and when I did, I saw black dots in my vision.. My head was dizzy, my heart in my throat like I had ran a mile, and my lips numb, tingly. His hands found their way to face, like he was trying to snap me out of that loss of senses that I still seemed very much compelled under..

  And he succeeded.. My eyes found his, still lost and dull from that dizziness, while those silvers were wild and devilish.. Wickedly promising more of that pleasure. He searched my face with speed I could not follow up.. And then he kissed me with the kind of intensity that I could also no longer follow up.. A kiss that was demanding against my lips, leading, promising..

  I managed to sit back on the sink counter and adjust myself within a second, pulling his closer by his undone shirt like I was trying to drown in his lips, in the way they so pleasingly moved against my own..

  We pulled back for air and he moved his hands eagerly over my hips to pull me closer.. Our foreheads pressed and we looked at one another as if we were thinking the same thing.

"That was-" I tried but my heavy breaths cut me off..

"Shh," With that little shush he left a butterfly kiss on my lips, over my jaw and neck, and the way he wrapped his arm around my waist was enough for him to enter me once more..

The breath I released was shaky.. It was too good. It was all too good. I was doubting that it was even reality at some point. So I ran my fingers through his soft hair as if I was checking, I pulled him closer until he looked at me, scanning my face in a way of fascination that was reflected back on me as well..

We still couldn't seem to understand how being with each other was so mind-blowingly good. But Christ, there was nothing better.. No one better than him.

  Perhaps it was the excitement, the adrenaline that made it all oh so pleasurable with him.. Or perhaps it was his ways that did that.. His words, his moves.. His so perfect rhythm that was already increasing.

  "Oh, God," I breathed against his lips, feeling his hand move over my chin as he pressed his thumb over my lips to keep me quiet.

  "Thin walls." He reminded and grinned, while all I could do was try to resist the pleasure that was already building once again, running my hands through his hair and noticing how mad that drove him.

He repeated that same routine.. Kissing my lips, my jaw, my neck.. Lower and lower, over my exposed chest and breasts, so perfectly teasing the best of me.. My head swung back, and he simply returned with that insanely thought-through way of fastening up his rhythm to the point of almost having me melting in his arms again.

I flattered my eyes open when his face was inches away from mine, looking back at those wild grays before he left a kiss, two, over the side of my face and towards my ear.. I could not get enough of him.. I could not get enough of his smooth skin underneath my fingers, through that soft edgy hair of his.. Of his lips over my skin and his deep breaths near my ear.

  "Don't stop.." I kept repeating. It was all I knew.. "Oh, baby, don't stop."

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  My legs were barely holding me. I was faint. Sex was definitely more exciting everywhere else but in bed, but at the same time, the wish to simply lay down and snuggle with Ash was definitely dominating in that moment.. Or maybe it was the fact that my heels were seriously becoming a problem..

  "I need to start considering flats." I admitted as we walked back into his office, popping my ass on the armchair the second I reached it.

  Ash grinned. "I would recommend that too." Well that sounded promising.. And I couldn't help the smile that stretched my lips as well.

  I followed him walk towards his desk and take a bunch of papers.. He looked like nothing ever happened and so did I.. No, we definitely managed to get away with it, even though we were gone for more than half an hour..

  His tux was back on, his shirt no longer undone and his hair not the mess it was.. So nicely slicked back, for which I could take credit because I did it for him.. I on the other hand was glad my clothes were in one piece.. No buttons missing and still with the lingerie I left the apartment in. I brushed my hair and fixed my lipstick, so yea we could definitely get away with it. I assured myself.

  "Carrying you wouldn't seem so bad now, would it?" He walked back towards me slowly, going through some paper for a second.

  "Maybe on the way out."

  He looked back at me. "Maybe." Oh he was definitely a charmer, there was no denying that. That half smile he sent me swirled my mind.

  I stood up and straightened my skirt. Running my hands through my hair, I made sure I was was presentable enough to leave the room before glancing back at him, just to find him scanning me once more.

  "Go first." I told him, walking towards him and watching how he followed each and every one of my steps.

  "Why?"

  "Because someone already came in the office and there was no one in.. Don't you think it would be a little suspicious if we came out holding hands out of nowhere, just like that?" The slight chuckle that escaped him was made my heart flutter. I was way too effected by him.

  Snap out of it, Anya. Enough. But my own subconscious could not convince me enough. Especially not when he pulled me by my waist, until I was pressed against him.. Until our faces were inches away.

  "It was Josh. And I'm telling him tonight." I moved my hands over the sides of his face.. His slight beard was edgy while his skin so perfectly silky.

  "I'm telling Kristin." I managed to mumble back, somewhat finding the resistance to slightly move back.

  "Good." He left a kiss on my cheek and I blushed like a little kid from her crush. I smiled like an idiot and fixed his tie one last time. Then I simply took the papers from his hands and moved back.

  "I'll bring you this." I told him, glancing through the papers for a second.. It would be a good excuse to supposably bring him the documents he forgot because we were most definitely not walking out of the office together.

  "Oh you're good with this act, aren't you?"

  "Well, one of us has to think." I walked backwards and watched him move towards the door.

  "No more teasing for now, or we might not make it to the office next time." The wink he sent me made me roll my eyes.. He was the one throwing such promises like that again.. He was the tease.

  "Just go." He laughed in such amusement that made my heart flutter for some reason.. Even his laugh was charming..

  And then just like that, he went back to his professional self and left the office, while I.. I felt the smile fade off my face.. My legs were still weak slightly so I sat back on the armchair.

  I pressed my hands over my knees and looked on the side.. It was the best thing getting to share such moments, such secrets with him. And soon they wouldn't be that big of a secret I suppose.. But the flutters of my heart, the blurs of my mind.. They were becoming too frequent, too real for me to ignore..

  The effects he had on me were simply too strong to push back.. To deny any longer. And that was what concerned me. How was I supposed to be honest with others about my relationship with Ash when I wasn't even honest with myself?

  Could it be that 'us' meant so much more than I thought it did?

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  Chapter 35 complete with that one deep question.. Could it be love? 😏

  Comment your thoughts about this one little muffins and please vote if you enjoyed! Also, I wanna know what y'all think of the new title?! It's shorter a bit so I liked it more..

  Kisses 😘