We Need to Talk

Aston

It was one thing to have suspected he was rich and powerful from the first moment I met him, but it was something completely different to know just how rich and powerful he actually was. Memories of what he’d been like when we slept together came rushing at me.

The way his muscles tensed and quivered above mine, how his eyes screwed shut when he was overwhelmed with pleasure. Wetness pooled between my legs at the thought. It sent a thrill through me to know I could do that to him.

But now that I knew just who I had brought to his knees when he crawled onto the bed with me, I was in awe that my body could reduce a man like him to a trembling, moaning mass of pleasure.

Tiffany brought me back from my naughty trip down memory lane when she cleared her throat. “Earth to Aston. Do you want to go do your checks at security so we can get out of here sometime before midnight, or are you planning on sleeping in your office again?”

I shook the lusty haze fogging up my brain away. “Sorry.