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My heart racesas we hop on the private jet, wearing casual clothes for the long flight home. Tension still hangs in the air. Josh might have been arrested, but this is far from over.
Once we’re in the sky, Asher intertwines his fingers with mine. His grip makes me feel as if we’re escaping it all. I just want to run away with him forever. Two weeks will have to be enough for now.
It’s early morning as we touch down at East Hampton Airport, and the sun will rise soon.
The fresh ocean air hits my cheeks as soon as we arrive at Asher’s beautiful beachfront home. I hear the distant sound ofwaves rolling to shore. Asher unlocks the door, and once we’re inside, the world outside and everything that has happened disappears.
Asher leads me onto the back porch, and we watch the sun rise over the horizon. The sky bursts in pinks and yellows, casting a golden glow on everything that surrounds us.
He wraps his strong arms around my waist from behind as we take it all in, and it feels like a brand-new beginning. His lips brush my ear, his warm breath melting away the last remnants of my anxiety.
“You shocked everyone. You claimed your crown,” he whispers.
“I couldn’t have done this without you.” I turn in his arms, inhaling his familiar scent.
His hands cup my face, thumbs brushing my cheekbones as he leans in and kisses me. It’s deep and full of promises as we pour ourselves into each other. I press against him, my hands slipping under his shirt to find warm skin.
“Let’s go inside.”
He grabs my hand and leads me through the back door. Our footsteps are quiet on the wooden floors as we take the stairs to the suite that overlooks the water. We may be jet-lagged and exhausted from the adrenaline, but nothing will stop me from having him. Right now, Asher is everything I crave and want.
The golden sun shines through the window as Asher slowly undresses me. He removes my T-shirt and undoes my jeans with ease. I stand in my bra and panties before him, and his eyes darken with lust. I gently tug his shirt, pushing it over his body, peppering kisses up his stomach and across his chest.
My eyes scan his tattoo, and I softly brush my fingers over it. “I can’t wait to see it colored in.”
“I want it to look like your dress,” he admits. “Un-fucking-forgettable.”
Emotions threaten to take over. “It’s the colors I imagined.”
The sun’s rays spill over the horizon, lighting up the ocean instreaks of molten gold. I couldn’t care less about the view because Asher is my whole world right now. His lips crash into mine like a tidal wave, full of heat and hunger, and I’m totally lost in the taste of him—minty, salty, and a little sweet.
His hands are everywhere, greedy and possessive, mapping out every curve of my body. My skin burns where he touches, and my nipples are as hard as little pebbles against the fabric of my bra. He steps even closer, his broad chest pressing into mine, and I feel his strong body as he gently but firmly guides me back onto the mattress. The fluffy comforter is cool against my bare skin as his hot mouth trails fire down to my collarbone. I moan and arch into him, my fingers getting lost in his messy hair.
“Asher,” I gasp, my voice already wrecked.
He growls low in response, the sound vibrating through me like an earthquake. Carefully, his hands slide under my back, and he unhooks my bra. When my breasts are free, he dips down to swirl his tongue around one nipple while his fingers tease the other. It’s electric, and it sends shots of pleasure straight to my core.
I squirm beneath him, getting so worked up and desperate for more.
“I need you,” I whisper, my breath hitching as his teeth graze my skin.
His hand slides down between us, slipping under the waistband of my panties, and I can feel how turned on I am already. He smirks, giving me that cocky grin that drives me wild.
“Always so fucking eager for me,” he mutters, his voice dripping with amusement as he pulls my panties down in one smooth motion.
Asher doesn’t give me a second to catch my breath.
His mouth is back on my neck, nipping at my soft skin while his fingers trail down my stomach, leaving a path of fire behind. He’s teasing me. His touch drives me wild as he circles my clit without actually touching it.
I whimper, my hips bucking against his hand, but he just chuckles in that incredibly sexy tone.
“Patience, princess,” he purrs, his lips brushing my ear.
I don’t have patience. I want him—all of him—right fucking now.
But Asher’s in control, like he’s always been. He’s just making sure I know it.
His fingers finally dip lower, sliding through my slick folds, and I almost lose it right then and there.