PRESENT

"You didn't have to pick me up." I tell Asher for the millionth time as I get in his car.

He rolls his eyes, also for the millionth time. "I dropped you off too, Ria. Were you planning on walking home?"

I laugh as I buckle my seatbelt. "Well, you didn't have to drop me off either."

"I wanted to. I haven't seen you properly all week."

"True." I concede.

Another week came and went and between my cases and Greg managing the attention Asher has gotten from his exhibition match, we've rarely seen each other. Despite that, Asher has snuck in my room every night for some very heated goodnight kisses but hasn't spent a night. After getting caught by my dad, I told him to keep his space for a while. It fucking sucks, though. My body aches for him every time he's around and I hate that we've been limited to sneaking around and stealing kisses. My parents haven't questioned me further, my sisters giggle every time they see me, Lenny is threatening Asher to make it official or she'll send me on more dates, and Nate still doesn't have a fucking clue.

It's a messy situation and nobody gets it but that's us. We're not hung up on labels or announcing our business to anyone or everyone. We're in our little bubble of stolen moments and exploring how to balance our friendship and this impending relationship and I'm having fun. It feels like we're teenagers, like this is what we should have been doing an entire decade ago. We missed out then and I think the both of us like that we're making up for that now. I think we like not having to handle this like adults when we can be kids about it just because. Besides, we both know that there's no one for us except each other. Nothing in the world could make me doubt that.

"Aria."

"Hmm?" I'd been staring out the window lost in my thoughts but the way Asher snapped my name turns my head to him in alarm. My brows furrow as I scan him, face pale and palms gripping the steering wheel like it's life or death, and I sit up straight in my seat. "What's wrong?"

"We're being followed." He says tightly, glancing in the rear view mirror every other second.

"What?" I twist in my seat and sure enough, a car is hot on our tail.

"Can you see who it is?" Asher presses on the gas and my racing heart picks up along with our speed.

I stay low in my seat and squint, trying to make out the driver. It's a man and he looks...deranged. Part dangerous and part hysterical and just looking at him sends a shiver down my spine.

I gulp. "He...uh...he's probably in his forties. I think his hair is black. I can't see much."

"Look at his neck. The left side." Asher orders. He turns sharply at the next intersection and I grip my seat tightly, my heart leaping into my throat. The reality of the situation sets in and my hands begin to shake. This is bad. What if something happens? "Aria. You are absolutely not allowed to freak out right now. Keep your calm so we can get out of this."

"Right." I nod sharply. I can freak out later. Now isn't the time and it won't do us any good. "What am I looking for on his neck?"

"A tattoo. The letter 'A' in cursive."

I squint until my eyes are slits. The driver is so focused on Asher's seat that he's yet to notice me. "I...he's too far. I can't tell."

"Fuck." He runs one hand through his hair and slams it back down on the wheel. "I need to know who it is."

"Do you think it's Christian?" My whisper can barely be heard over the zooming of the car.

"I don't know. I have too many enemies at this point." He presses even harder on the gas and the speed on the dashboard kicks my heart into overdrive but the last thing I'm about to tell Asher is to slow down. "Shit, shit, shit!"

A thought strikes me and I quickly take out my phone, my hands shaking as I click through the apps and open up the camera. I turn back around in my seat and stay low, holding the camera just high enough that the driver is in the shot. I zoom in and it makes the quality grainy but I have no choice. I snap a couple of shots and quickly turn back around when I've got it. You can't see the driver too well but it's something.

"I have pictures. We can try to make sense of them later but we're going to have to lose this guy first." I suggest and Asher nods. "Give me Greg's number. He'll know what to do."

Asher rattles it off and I dial it, pressing speaker on the phone and begging silently that he picks up. The first sliver of hope cracks through my heart when he answers on the second ring.

"Hello?" His voice is wary. Asher briefly touched on Greg's past with me so no doubt Greg must be on high alert all the time. I can't imagine living a life constantly looking over your shoulder.

"Greg? It's me, Aria. Nate's sister?"

"Yes, of course." He immediately sounds more alert. "Everything okay, darlin'?"

"No. We need your help. I'm with Asher in his car and there's another car tailgating us. No matter how fast we go we can't lose them and we have no idea who it is. What should we do?"

"Shit." Greg mutters and there's some rustling of papers, some clattering in the background. He's all business when he barks, "Where are you?"

Asher gives our current address and Greg guides us from there. He instructs Asher to take a deserted pathway through some woods and as creepy as the place is, it throws off our chaser. The car bumps over large twigs and crunches over fallen leaves. I have to give it to Asher for keeping his cool and driving through the less than stellar location. After five minutes of speedy and heart-kicking driving, we manage to successfully lose our chaser and breathe our first sigh of relief. That was way too close for comfort. Not trusting that we're in the clear just yet, Greg directs us to a small motel that's actually a safe house and is run by one of his close friends. I've never seen it in all my years of living in Boston but I guess it's a safe house for a reason. Greg assures us we should be safe here and that the owners managing the place have more than enough dudes guarding the place. Damn, what kind of life has this man lived? One thing is for certain—Asher and I would've been dead without his help and we both know it.

We keep Greg on the line as we take our car to the entrance. There's a tall and broad man dressed in uniform who's casually leaning against the doors to the motel. When our car pulls up, he immediately straightens and his hand rests loosely in his pocket as he saunters over to us. Call me crazy but I'm pretty sure he's reaching for a gun.

"This is private property." His voice is menacing and I actually shiver, shrinking into my seat. Asher wraps a reassuring hand on my thigh and levels the dude with a hard look of his own.

"We were told to come here." Short and to the point, he hands the guard my phone.

The guy takes it and keeps his eyes on us while casually asking, "Who the hell is this?"

"Relax, Mitch. It's me."

"Greg?" Mitch is visibly appalled. "Jesus, I didn't even know you were still alive. What's going on?"

"No time to explain. This is my student and he's in some trouble. Do me a solid and keep him for the night until I can come get him tomorrow. Oh, and keep an eye out for Christian."

"From the Asesinos?" Mitch raises his brows and tosses Asher a look. "How the hell did a kid like you get yourself caught up with him?"

"No time." Greg repeats more irritably. "Can you help or not?"

"Anything for you, man. Good to hear from you."

"You too." Greg sounds the most sincere I've ever heard him. "I'll stop by tomorrow morning. Keep in touch with me through the night so I know what's happening."

"Done and done." Mitch ends the call and hands the phone back to me. His mouth tilts from one corner as he ushers us to get out of the car. "You must be something special if Greg fucking Resnick is helping you."

Asher doesn't answer, merely tosses Mitch his keys once we're outside the car. Mitch doesn't mind the attitude, only laughs in amusement as he says something to his colleagues with his walkie-talkie.

Asher holds my hand tightly in his as we make our way inside. I stay plastered to his side and despite feeling safer, I'm shaking from what just happened. It's hard to believe that this is Asher's life now and, by extension, also mine.

"How much for a night?" Ash asks the guy at the front.

"Free of charge since Greg sent you." He tosses him a room key that Asher catches mid air. "Fine with one room or do you need two?"

"One is fine."

"It only has one bed." He smirks as he looks over at me and my skin crawls.

Asher looks bored to death as he curtly tells him, "Do I look fucking ten years old? Mind your business and keep your eyes off my girlfriend or I'll stab them out."

The guy chortles loudly, chewing on the toothpick in his mouth. "I like you, kid. Enjoy yourself."

Asher leads me away without a word and I'm left gaping at the back of his head on the way to the elevator. Did he just call me his girlfriend? It's not far-fetched considering what our relationship has been like lately but still. I have to bite the corner of my mouth to keep from smiling like a goof.

But I'm quick to sober up one once we're inside the elevator and Asher leans his forehead on the wall, sighing tiredly. I can see the weight his situation has on him and I can see how badly he just wants to leave this life behind. I come up behind him, wrapping my arms around his torso and placing my cheek on his back.

"You're going to figure this out." I promise him.

"Or die trying." He says coldly.

I flinch, not even wanting to consider what he's saying. I want to tell him that he shouldn't think like that but I know he has no room in his heart to be optimistic anymore.

And I don't blame him.

***

"I can't tell you exactly what's going on, at least not yet. Somewhere down the road I will but right now I need your help, Lenny."

"And you have it." Lenny says confidently over the phone. After calling my mom and telling her I was sleeping over at Lenny's tonight, I called her to make sure she'd keep her dues on the lie. That led to a serious of questions that I can't answer for the sake of her safety and my loyalty to Asher. "But tell me you're okay and that you're safe?"

"I am. There's nothing you need to worry about." I look back up at the sound of Asher coming out of the bathroom, steam trailing behind him from his quick shower. He's in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets sliding down his body, and I swallow hard before looking away. I clutch my robe tightly, well aware that I didn't get the chance to put on any clothes since I got caught up with talking on the phone. "I've got to go now but we'll talk tomorrow."

"Okay, thottie. I love you. Let me know if I can do anything else."

"I will. Love you too, hottie."

I end the call and put my phone back on charging, running a hand through the wet strands of my hair.

"Lenny?" Asher guesses and takes a seat on the bed.

Even sitting, his abs remain solid and taught and I frown at the unfairness of it. When I sit my stomach pools out like it's made of jello.

"Yeah. I needed her to cover for me since I told my parents I'm with her for the night."

"Good call." He mumbles distractedly, looking at the floor and lost in thought.

I walk over to him and stand between his legs, cupping his face and tilting it up so I can meet his eyes. They look exhausted and lifeless and my heart aches.

"What's on your mind?" I coax.

"What isn't?" He counters.

We share a loaded stare and I take a moment to admire him. His wet hair is matted down over his forehead, droplets still falling from it and onto his broad shoulders. The rest of his body is just as broad and hard and smooth, tights pecs leading to a ridiculous amount of abs which leads to the sharp V on his hips. The remainder of him is hidden by his towel and my blood heats with the desire to reveal him further. His skin is still hot from his shower and warmth radiates from him to my own body, clad only in a fluffy robe offered by the motel.

"What's on your mind?" He throws my question back at me and I laugh softly under my breath. He knows damn well what I'm thinking about and I can admire his ability to joke around despite what just happened.

"Are you okay?" I ask instead. I can't keep pretending like we didn't experience a brief moment of life or death. At some point we need to talk about it.

"Is being okay the same thing as being used to this?" He closes his eyes briefly, hiding his transparent baby blues. My thumb brushes over his long wet lashes, trails down his sharp bones and full lips. When he opens his eyes again, there's a rage of emotions in them. "I'm sorry you got caught up in this."

"Don't be." I tell him honestly but he's not done just yet.

"This is why I tried to stay away from you. I knew that you'd caught up in this shit and I wanted it behind me for good before I let you in my life. You've put up with enough but this is where I draw the line. I can't let anything happen to you."

"Stop." I demand. "You're forgetting it's my decision to be here, Asher. After what just happened don't you think I could have told Greg to come and get me? Don't you think I've had enough chances to leave you eating dust if I didn't give a shit? I'm here because I want to be so take whatever guilt you're feeling and bury it in the ground. We're in this together, okay?"

"You deserve better." He insists, resting his forehead on my stomach. I stroke his hair in reassurance and his shoulders drop, losing some of their tension. "This isn't the life I want to give you."

"I'll take whatever life you give me as long as it's with you." I nudge his head back to straighten him up and sit down on his lap, my thighs resting on either side of him. The hem of my robe rides up dangerously high, almost revealing that I don't have any panties on. Not that it would make a difference. There's no way Asher can't feel the heat coming from between my legs as it settles on his erection. He groans softly, eyes falling shut again as his arms wind around my waist to pull me close. My robe slips off my shoulders and Asher buries his face in my neck, both of ours breaths growing heavier. "It's you and me, Ashes. It's always been us."

"You sure about that?" He bites the spot where my neck and shoulder meet and I moan, pressing myself harder against him. "If you say you're in this then it's for life, Aria. I've spent too much of it without you being mine and I won't waste anymore years. This is forever, you get me? Your mind, your soul, your heart, your pussy—mine for life."

"Forever." I promise him with a whisper. He pulls away to stare intently at me, hands sliding to my ass and grinding our cores together. My eyes grow heavy-lidded but I keep them on his.

"Promise?" He asks hoarsely, the first hint of vulnerability peeking through. "It's not going to be easy. What happened today was just a taste of what my world is like."

I clutch his shoulders tightly. "I'm not going to leave just because it's hard. I'll take the good and the bad if it means having you. I promise."

His eyes darken and my stomach flips in response, knowing what's coming. I gasp when he wraps my hair around his fist and tugs hard, sending my head back. His lips travel down the valley between my breasts where my chest heaves and softly sucks on the swell. His hands move to the knot of the belt keeping my robe together and slowly, purposefully, he starts to undo it. Undo me.

"I'm going to fuck you now." He warns. I grow wetter at his words and if I wasn't so turned on with anticipation, I would be embarrassed that I've soaked the towel wrapped around him. "If you say you're mine then I'm going to take you. Claim you. And I won't be gentle about it. Last chance to back out."

"No way." I shake my head. The knot comes apart and he tugs the belt hard, sending it to the floor. My robe parts and leaves a small opening that reveals some of my body. Asher stares at me with so much heat in his eyes that I feel myself melting. "Do whatever you want with me."

"Careful." He almost snaps the words. His large hand travels up my stomach, between my breasts, and grips my throat. I make a sound of approval, loving the roughness. I love that he knows I can handle it, that I'm not some damaged and broken soul just because of what I've been through. I love that he believes I'm strong. "Those are dangerous words to say to me."

"Everything about you is dangerous." I lean forward, brushing my lips against his. "That's why I want you. Now fuck me, Asher. I've waited long enough."

And that does it.

He growls, slamming his mouth to mine and swallowing my moan. Our kiss is rough, violent, and needy. His lips devour mine with sucks and bites and long strokes of his tongue that I feel between my legs. I give it to him just as hard, sucking his tongue into my mouth while I grind down on him. In one breath he flips us over and then I'm beneath him. He yanks his mouth away, breathing heavily, and his hands clutch the sides of my robes, jerking it down my shoulders and off my body almost like he's pissed I had it on in the first place.

"Fuck." He mumbles, standing over me as his eyes graze over every inch of me. My breathing picks up as I watch him watch me, my body spread out on the bed and my hair a wild mess around me. He licks his lips slowly, cupping the erection that strains against his towel. "This fucking body...I'm going to bury myself inside of you so deep, you'll feel me there all week."

My hands dig into the sheet as desire slams into me. His filthy promises are so good, so daunting, I don't even need foreplay.

"Take off your towel." I command. I want to see all of him.

He smirks at the obvious aggression in my tone but obliges, hands unknotting the thick white cloth. With one flick it falls off and I suck in a harsh breath at what greets me. Jesus, he's huge. Long and thick, the size almost terrifies me if I knew his cock wasn't going to make me feel more pleasure than I ever have. His thighs, strong and muscled, perfectly frame the angry flesh that's visibly strained, pre-cum spilling over the edge.

"Someone's not a little boy anymore." I snark. The truth is, I'm so overwhelmed with want for this man that it scares me so I try to lighten the mood. But it only works so well because my body shakes, ready to be part of his.

His deep chuckle sounds amused and threatening all at once. My insides clench as he stalks toward me, standing at the edge of the bed and circling his hands around my ankles. He spreads my legs apart right before he yanks me toward him and I gasp, looking down at how his cock is mere millimetres away from my pussy. God, I want to feel him.

"There's nothing little or boy about me, Princess." His hands slip behind my calfs, travelling up with a barely-there graze that teases me and leaves me wanting more. He hooks the space between his thumb and finger under my knees and pushes up until my knees almost touch my shoulders then spreads me. I'm completely bared to him and at his mercy. His heavy-lidded eyes meet mine confidently, a wicked grin accompanying his beautiful face. "Make no mistake. You're about to be fucked by a man."

"Oh?" I keep up our banter, secretly enjoying it. I squirm underneath him when I grow impatient at the way he stares down at my pussy, biting the inside of his cheek like he's in deep contemplation. "What are you waiting for, then?"

He shrugs. "Not sure what I want to fuck you with first—my fingers, my tongue, or my cock."

"I'm sure you'll eventually get to all three." I groan and arch my back, my hips seeking him. "Asher. Come on."

He hums in amusement, lowering his face to me. "Let's start with my tongue. I miss how you taste."

"Fine by me." I tell the ceiling I stare up at and feel the warm breath of his silent laughter on my flesh.

A moment later his tongue plunges into me and I cry out, my hands flying to his hair. In and out, his tongue fucks me just like he promised, curling inside of me then dragging all the way out. The flat of his tongue licks up until he reaches my clit and he sucks it into his mouth, tongue flicking it like it's a plaything. My calfs squeeze his head as they tremble and the familiar sensation of an orgasm burns hot in my lower stomach. He releases my clit and shifts his mouth to my entrance again, swirling his tongue around it teasingly instead of slipping inside and I grow restless.

"Asher. Please." I shove his head closer, my hips grinding on his face. His hands seek out my ass and he kneads the flesh like he has all the time in the world. "Asher. I need you inside of me."

His tongue pushes inside again and I moan, sitting up on my elbows to look at him. His glass eyes meet mine instantly like he was waiting, and when his tongue hits a sensitive spot that makes me gasp, he winks before pressing against it with the tip.

"Shit." My head falls back, hips grinding faster. "Stop playing around, Asher. I need more."

His tongue leaves me and he stands again, smirking down at me. I watch him through barely open eyes as he wipes me off his chin and licks his lips like he's savouring my taste. He loves going down on me even more than I love it and that alone tells me he's a keeper.

"Condom?" He asks.

"I don't want to use one." I tell him honestly. "I don't want anything between us. I'm on the pill if it's fine with you."

"Fuck yeah, it's fine with me." He tugs me close again until my ass is nearly off the bed. My legs wind around his torso and he holds on to my thighs, still standing. I'm back up on my elbows so I can watch us, not wanting to miss a moment.

"Can I?" I tip my chin at his cock and he nods. Wordlessly, I wrap my hand around it and he sucks in a breath at my touch. Curious to see what other reactions I could get from him, I pump his ridiculously long length a few times, swiping the pre-cum at the head with my thumb and using it as a lubricant to make my movements less choppy.

"Ria." He growls, eyes snapping open. His chest heaves with angry breaths. "Now who's teasing?"

"I kind of want you in my mouth first." I continue, ignoring him.

"Baby, you're definitely going to kneel for me and suck my cock at multiple points. Right now? The only hole I intend to be inside is your pussy so spread your legs, lay down, and watch me fuck you."

My body shakes with excitement and anticipation as I follow his instructions. Who knew Asher was such a foul-mouthed and dominant fuck? "You know, the only time I'd ever let you boss me around like this is in bed."

"I'm well aware." He licks his hand before gripping himself and placing the head of his cock at my entrance. He pauses, briefly laughing quietly. I could've sworn he mutters, "I can't believe I'm about to fuck my best friend."

Then he slams into me.

I cry out in a high-pitched and breathless voice and he groans deeply. Both of us simultaneously look down at our now joined bodies before meeting eyes again.

"No going back." He reminds me with a murmur.

"It was always us." I whisper.

Achingly slow, he slides back out until he's almost out of me before plunging back in. I'm suddenly grateful I'm lying down because there's no way I'd be able to hold myself up if I wasn't. The back of my head digs into the mattress, my back arching and my hips seeking more as Asher picks up his pace, pumping in and out of me with wild abandon. Every thrust is met with our hips slapping against each other and I feel him everywhere. He leans over me with his hands now resting on either side of my head and watches what he does to me. He scans my face, looking for something, and I know what he's thinking about.

"More." I whimper. "Do whatever you want. Stop holding back."

His eyes flash with promise and I prepare myself. He lifts his knees onto the bed and brings us even closer. He grabs my legs, still wrapped around his waist, and moves them up to rest on his shoulders. This changes our angle and I moan at how deep he feels inside of me. He locks my ankles at the back of his neck and leans down, my knees drawing closer to my shoulders. Then his hand slides up my body to grip my throat, his other hand holding up his weight as it presses into the mattress above my head.

He starts fucking me like his life depends on it. His thrusts turn faster, harder, and the bed creaks mercilessly under our weight. The sound of our skin slapping is embarrassingly loud but I feel too good to care about being modest.

"Oh my God." I chant. My hands grip his forearm, keeping his hold on my throat. I'm enjoying the slight choking more than I thought I would. "Oh, fuck, Asher."

"That's kind of what I'm doing." He smarts before moaning low and deep. "Jesus. You're so fucking tight. Like a fist."

"I'm close." I pant and use one hand to grip his ass. My fingers dig into the flesh and he hisses with pleasure, his pace picking up like I hoped. The headboard hits the wall repeatedly and for a moment I'm worried we'll break it. But then Asher hits a spot inside of me so deep, so sensitive, that my toes curl and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

"Ohh." I moan when he hits again. And again. And again.

"Hello, Ria's G-spot." He murmurs teasingly. "I have a feeling I'll be fucking you the most."

"Asher." I moan again. I'm ridiculously loud but I can't seem to get my vocals under control. He feels way too good, almost painfully good, and I need an outlet. Screaming his name seems to do the trick. "I'm going to come."

His chuckle screams promise. "Not likely."

I'm about to ask him what he means when he suddenly slides out of me and flips me over to my stomach. My impending orgasm starts to fade and I hold back a growl. Again? What the hell is it with him and giving me almost-orgasms?

My answer comes a moment later when his hand comes down hard on my ass. The sting makes me gasp in pleasure and the way he rubs the now tingling spot feels even better.

"Get on your knees." He commands. "Ass in the air."

Damn, he's bossy. But I do as he says because I'm at his mercy if I want release and we both know it.

I keep my face and my chest pressed to the mattress but lift up on my knees, arching my back and jutting my ass out. My forearms rest on the bed as I look over my shoulder at him. His eyes are pinned to my pussy as he grabs his cock, rubbing the head up and down on my folds but not entering me. My breath is warm against the cool sheets.

"I want to come." I almost whine.

His eyes meet mine, his grin devilish. "We're done when I say we're done. I'm not through with you yet."

My eyes narrow at him accusingly but fall shut when he suddenly pushes two fingers inside of me. I press my face into the mattress and arch my back further, seeking more.

"Fuck." He squeezes one cheek in approval then slaps it again. "Fucking love this ass."

His fingers rotate in slow circles inside of me, teasing and taunting, and my urge to orgasm starts growing again. My hair is matted to my forehead with sweat and I grow restless, aching for release like I've never craved it before.

"You're torturing me." I groan. "Finish fucking me, Asher. Your fingers are nowhere near as big as your cock."

His laughter is loaded with amusement and those two fingers leave me. A moment later I feel his chest press on my back and his warm breath on my ear.

"Suck." He demands quietly. I raise my head to find his fingers, dripping with me, hovering over my lips.

I keep my gaze locked on his as I close my mouth around his fingers, sucking on my own taste and swirling my tongue around until I've licked him clean. His eyes flash with desire, mouth curling on one side, clearly impressed with me. I release his fingers with a pop and lick my lips for good measure when I'm done.

"Do you expect me to fuck myself too or do you plan on finishing the task?" I raise a brow.

He drags his tongue over his lower lip with a barely contained smile. "So fucking sassy. I'm going to fuck your bold mouth next."

"I'll believe it when I see it." I take another jab and know I've finally pushed him when his nostrils flair and he moves again.

His lips line up with mine right before he pushes into me and my moan is loud and relieved. Finally. He feels full and deep and incredible and I push my ass against him, watching him over my shoulder. He grips my waist tight as he pounds into me, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. My eyes lazily trace every inch of his body, every hard and flexed muscle, from his huge biceps to his broad chest to his narrow but defined waist. I'm being fucked by a masterpiece, I think as my lip curls.

My core tightens in warning when I feel my orgasm surfacing again. Instead of chasing it off, this time Asher reaches his hand between us and slides it to the front of my body and down, pinching my clit.

I scream out when release finally hits me and it's so good, I can't even be mad that Asher dragged it out. In fact, it's because he dragged it out and played this whole back and forth that I come harder than I ever have. My face digs into the mattress to muffle my screams as my body spasms over and over, my vision blacking out briefly. I'm shaking like a leaf and my orgasm seems to stretch on for minutes. Behind me, a growl rips out of Asher before he slams his hips into my ass one last time and then I feel him emptying inside of me. His chest meets my back again, sweaty cheek pressed to mine, and he shakes against me. My body is the first to sink into the mattress and Asher follows a moment later, collapsing on top of me. Our heavy breathing is the only sound and the sudden quiet makes me realize how loud we'd been. There's no way this entire place doesn't know what we just did.

"That was..." I trail off, unsure of what to say.

"Something we're going to keep doing until our bodies break." Asher finishes and I burst out laughing.

"I think you broke me this first time." I admit. I'm aching in places I didn't even know existed.

Asher kisses my temples, stroking my arm almost adoringly. "I just got started with us, baby. We have forever to go."

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A/N

HOLY. HELL. I...........WOW.

Hands down, the most explosive sex scene I have ever written. I mean did you FEEL that? Because I felt like it happened to me. Asher in bed is...yeah, I'm going to need more. A lot more. A LOT.

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