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Ash elbowed me, pulling my focus. He smirked and loosened my tie before kissing me, his soft mouth lingering long enough that blood seeped into my dick, making my slacks feel too damn tight. “Welcome home.”
“Mmm.”
He tugged me by my tie toward the dining room.
“Are you attempting to seduce me?” I murmured, not hating the idea in the least.
“Do you want to be seduced?” he shot over his shoulder with a sexy smirk I hadn’t seen in…far too fucking long.
“I’m not averse to the idea.” Neither was my dick. I’d gone rock hard from that look in his eyes.
Three place settings sat atop the table, same as the night before. Two candles flickering, wine already poured and waiting. Ash pulled out my seat like a true gentleman and reached over my shoulder after I sat to shake open the fanned napkin and spread it on my lap.
His hot breath coasted over my ear as his knuckles brushed over my hard length. “Hungry?”
“You have no fucking idea,” I muttered, knowing he spoke about more than food.
“We aim to please.” His lips pressed against my neck, and I bit back a groan as my dick bucked beneath his touch.
Deciding there was nothing wrong with letting loose after the shitty week I didn’t wish to think about, I set my focus on enjoying the evening ahead. Good food and a gorgeous, willing woman between us. Details could wait…I was feeling too damn gluttonous for all things delicious food and sex.
“Yes,” I stated as firmly as I shifted to relieve the ache in my groin.
“Yes?” Ash echoed, stroking over my bulge.
“To whatever scheme you two plotted out.”
His laughter drew a smile to my lips. “Drink your wine. I’ll help Skylar bring in dinner.”
My focus stayed on his fine-as-fuck ass until he disappeared from sight.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I muttered, pressing down on my dick that behaved like I hadn’t unloaded in Ash’s silken heat earlier that morning.
My body was insatiable when it came to him, but thoughts of having the gorgeous redhead between us heightened my lust until my pulse raced and my hand shook as I cut into my beef Wellington a short time later.
“Have you ever considered opening a restaurant?” I asked Skylar after the melt-in-your-mouth first bite landed on my tongue.
Skylar snorted, but the unladylike sound didn’t curl my nose like it would have a mere week earlier. “That’s a joke and a half.”
I imagined running such an establishment would be beyond her ability. “You’re an incredible cook.” I found myself offering a compliment rather than saying anything else that might feed her insecurities.
“Thank you.” That pink flush kissed her cheeks, and she glanced away when I held her gaze a second too long.
Hell, not long enough.
I got why Ash stared at her as often as he did. My own gaze trailed her way too. Everything from dining with her the night before hit me again. The fork between her lips. Peek of tongue. Lips on the wine glass.
The need throbbing through my dick didn’t relent one goddamn bit.
“So how did the job hunt go today?” I asked, needing something other than sex to occupy my mind—and I wanted to know when we might be rid of our houseguest, even though she’d grown on me…just a little.
“Twelve applications total,” Skylar said, “and the grocery store Ash told me the two of you go to every week offered me a job on the spot—the last stop of the afternoon.”
“Did you accept?”
“Yes. I start tomorrow.” Her smile quickly faded. “I suck at counting change, so it’s a good thing I’ll be bagging the groceries rather than ringing them up. I’m so easily distracted. Hopefully, I’ll last longer there than I did at the toy shop.”
“Her shift starts a half hour after we head into work,” Ash said, “so I can give her a ride and just come into the office a bit later.”