“Put me down,” she squealed, her words sharp.

“Not until I erase the shit from earlier.”

The way her body molded to mine the moment I let her legs slide to the floor made my dick jerk. If he were the brains I’d already be buried balls deep.

“Ashton,” she attempted come off stern. “We need to talk.”

“Later.”

I needed more.

Bending down, I kissed the skin right behind her ear, then sucked a path down her neck, down her chest, until my tongue slid over the hardened peak of her nipple.

“Oh,” she moaned, her body vibrating with the sound.

As I grazed my teeth across the tip, her hand slipped around my neck, holding my head there. I gave her what she wanted, alternately nipping and licking. Her sharp moans filled the air. Slowly, I stood and looked her dead in the eye.

“I want to play with you tonight. Once we start I’m in charge. If something is too much, say so. Can you agree to that?”

Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths. She searched my face, settling on my lips for a moment before bringing her gaze back up to mine.

“Yes.”

It was the only word I wanted to hear out of her mouth. In a heartbeat, I twisted her to face away from me and guided her down onto the mattress. Raking my fingers down her back, she shivered beneath my touch and I took a moment to watch her, not quite believing that all of her soft smooth skin was mine to touch and caress.

My hands gripped her hips, grinding my hard length against her ass, showing her what she did to me every—damn—time. Taking a firm hold of her ass, spreading the cheeks to see the virgin entrance, my breath caught in my throat. One day I’d be the first man to take her there.

But not tonight.

“So fucking sexy. Every time I see you in my bed, I want you more and more.”

I let my thumb graze over her forbidden entrance. She had no idea how much pleasure I could wring from her. She gasped at my touch.

“I think we’ll play here a bit tonight.”

Her head lifted from the bed and she glanced over her shoulder, uncertainty clear in her eyes. “I’ve never—”

“I know.” I bent down to whisper in her ear, sliding my thumb over the tiny hole. “We won’t get there tonight, but I want to try something new. Something you’ve never done. Trust me.”

“I do.”

She lowered her head back to the mattress. Tension still tightened her muscles, but she relaxed imperceptibly with my reminder.

Reaching over, I moved the towel to the side and took the three things I thought she’d enjoy the most. My cock pulsed at the images they stirred in my head. With a soft groan, I flipped the top on the bottle and poured the cool liquid on my fingertips before sliding them down her crease, letting my thumb slip inside.

She clenched, holding me tightly. Starting at the base of her spine, I tasted her skin, licking a path up her back. “You taste as sweet as you look.”

“Oh God.” Her soft moan was muffled by the sheets.

When I felt her relax I moved my thumb, in a bit and back out again, letting her grow accustom to the sensation. She writhed on the bed when I stretched my index finger forward to brush over her clit. The moment her body pushed back trying to pull in more, I knew she was ready.

Letting my finger slip from her body, I picked up the brand new plug and coated it to make entry easier on her. I placed the small sliver plug at her entrance, all the while using my fingers to tease her center. Fire raced through me watching the plug slip inside.

“Oh, that’s—oh!” Her words became incoherent babble when I circled the little nub.

“Sweetheart, that’s nothing.”

Gripping her hips, I rolled her head to face me. I raised an eyebrow, letting the question hang in the air.

Her eyes burned with lust. “Feels full.”

“It’s about to get better.”

I flipped her to her back, bending my head and sucking her nipple into my mouth, bringing it to a stiff peak. While I paid the same attention to her other tight bud, I connected the clamp.

“Ashton,” she whimpered, her back arching off the bed.

“You like that.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes.”

I connected the other clamp, the thin silver chain a delicate contrast to ivory skin and gave it a quick tug, my dick surging at the sight of her. She was so responsive. I tried to be patient, but I’d hit my limit. All I wanted was to slide into the warm heat of her pussy and feel the delicious friction of the plug, stretching her for me.

I entered her in one smooth thrust.

“Holy shit,” she cried out. “Oh my God, I—”

A quick thrust in and out and all conversation was forgotten. I captured her lips, sliding my tongue inside. My body moved in the same rhythm: taking and giving. Each groan and cry from her lips pushed me further, the tugs on the chain making her clamp down on me harder. The tight heat was almost too much to bear.

I wouldn’t make it much longer, and by the way her body undulated against mine I knew she was close too. Gliding my hand down her ribs, I slipped it between our bodies, thumbing her clit until she went off like an explosion. Her pussy rippled around me, combined with the pressure from the plug and I couldn’t hold back. Two more sharp thrusts and I emptied myself inside her body.

She lay there, panting, a dazed look in her eyes. I pulled the plug from her, eliciting a groan, and carefully removed the clamps. There wasn’t a part of her that wouldn’t be sensitive tonight. Taking the toys to the bathroom, I grabbed a washcloth to clean her up. I ran the warm cloth over her body while she lay there, unmoving, completely sated.

I knew you were perfect.

By the time I      climbed into bed next to her, she was sound asleep. I coaxed her over into my arms and, just like always, the minute her body touched mine, she curled up against me.

There was something in that gesture, and I knew things had gotten further than I’d ever expected them to. Elena meant more and more to me each day.

Was it love? I didn’t know.

But I was willing to find out.

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The mountain of paperwork never seemed to end. The reality was I needed to spend more time at my other two establishments. Lately, I spent most of my time in La Tratoria, neglecting The Bluewater Grill and Indigo. It was the first restaurant I opened and would always be the most special. However, the other two also earned me money; something they wouldn’t continue to do if I neglected them.

Leaning my head against the back of the chair, I remembered the way Elena looked wrapped around me this morning as she slept, all of her delicious curves on display. She’d fallen asleep, so we hadn’t talked. I’d have to try after work.

The knock on my door pulled me from my fantasies.

“Come in,” I called out, sitting up and leaning forward on the desk.

Miller’s head popped around the door. “Hey, man. Thought I’d stop by and see how Elena’s doing.” He waggled his brows up and down.

I pointed to the door. “Back the fuck off or shut the fuck up.”

He laughed. “You slept with her, didn’t you?”

“And what makes you think I’m telling you anything?”

“You tell me about every chick you fuck,” he said sitting down on the sofa in the corner of my office. “What makes her different?”

I turned back to the computer screen.

Great guffaws of laughter burst from Miller as he slumped down on the couch clutching his stomach. “You . . . you . . .” He couldn’t speak.

“What the hell are you laughing at?” The sound didn’t stop which annoyed me. “You know what? I don’t want to know. Just get out so I can get some work done.”

When he got himself under a bit of control, he spoke. “I was right about you that night at Dad’s.”

“Right about what?”

“You want her, and not for a quick screw. You want that woman long-term.”