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"What now?" she asked, her fingers tracing the lapel of his navy suit.

"Now..." Asher's eyes darkened as they dropped to her lips. "Now I kiss you."

His mouth claimed hers with a hunger that stole her breath. This wasn't the tentative kiss of new lovers feeling their way—this was possession, declaration, and promise. His tongue swept against hers, and Danica's knees weakened. Her body remembered everything from the night before—every touch,every whisper, and every moment of bliss—and craved more with a desperation that shocked her.

Without thinking, she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist, the silk dress riding up her thighs. Asher caught her effortlessly, his large hands gripping her thighs, supporting her weight as though she were made of air.

"I want you," she breathed against his mouth. "Right now."

His green eyes flared with desire. "Then I won't keep you waiting." He nipped at her lower lip.

Danica's pulse roared in her ears as Asher carried her effortlessly to his living room couch, his mouth never leaving hers. The heat of his body pressed against her as she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, the scent of him wrapping around her senses. She barely registered the soft leather of the couch pressing against the backs of her thighs as he set her down on the back of it, her legs still locked around his waist.

His hands slid up her bare legs, pushing the red silk of her dress higher, exposing the lace edge of her panties. "You're overdressed," he breathed against her full lips, his voice rough with want.

She laughed breathlessly, her fingers already working at the knot of his tie. "Says the man still in a full suit."

Asher's answering grin was pure wickedness. He tugged the top of her dress down in one smooth motion, baring her breasts to the cool air of the room—and to his heated gaze. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, already pebbled tight, and she arched into his touch with a gasp.

"Better," he growled, before his mouth closed over one peak, his tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles.

Danica's head fell back, her fingers tangling in his hair. Every flick of his tongue sent sparks shooting down her spine, pooling low in her belly. His teeth grazed her skin, just shy of too much, and she whimpered.

Asher chuckled against her skin, the vibration making her toes curl. "That's it. Let me hear you."

His hand slid higher between her thighs, his fingers tracing the damp lace of her panties before slipping beneath. She gasped as his fingers found her, already slick and aching for him.

"You're already so wet for me," he muttered, his voice rough.

She could only nod, her breath coming in short, sharp pants as his fingers worked her with devastating precision. One large finger slid inside her, curling just right, and her hips jerked forward.

"Asher—" His name tore from her throat as his thumb pressed against her clit, circling in tight, relentless strokes.

"Come for me," he commanded softly.

And just like that, she shattered. Pleasure ripped through her, wave after wave, her body tightening around his fingers as she cried out.

Danica slumped against him, her limbs liquid and her breath ragged. She blinked up at him through hooded eyes, her lips curling into a lazy smile. "You're really good at that."

Asher's grin was smug. "I know."

She slid off the couch, her knees only slightly unsteady, and dropped to the floor before him. His pupils dilated as her fingers worked at his belt, her nails scraping lightly over his abdomen as she freed him from his pants and boxers.

His cock sprang free, thick and throbbing in her hand. She licked her lips, meeting his heated gaze as she leaned forward, taking him into her mouth with a slow, deliberate stroke.

Asher's groan was pure sin. His fingers tangled in her hair, not forcing, just holding, as she worked him with her tongue. She hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper, relishing the way his hips jerked forward.

"Christ, Danica—" His voice was strained, his grip tightening.

She pulled back, swirling her tongue around the head before sinking down again, faster this time. His thighs trembled beneath her hands, his breath coming in ragged bursts.

"Not like this," he gritted out, hauling her up before she could protest.

Danica barely had time to blink before he spun her around, bending her over the back of the couch. The cool leather pressed against her stomach as he hiked her skirt up, his fingers hooking into her panties and dragging them down.

"You're insatiable," she teased, though her voice wavered as his hands gripped her hips.

"And you love it."