He pulls me closer. “We’ll figure it out together. We’ll communicate about what we want. Communication is important in any relationship.”
I tip my head back, searching out his dark eyes. I feel nervous when I finally catch them, because they are so full of emotion. “Do ya still want me to work for ya?” He smiles at my question, but I think it’s very valid. “I need ta know, Asher. I need some reassurance here.”
“I want you with me, Charlie. I need you. Everything has changed, but I want it to remain the same as well. We’ll figure out the details as issues come up.” I shrug my shoulders. His magical eyes narrow when he notices, and his full lips pout. “Tell me what’s bothering you, please.”
“Elise.” He nods when I say it. I don’t think he’s patronizing me, I think he sees that I’m genuinely concerned for her. “She’s the most important thing in the world. I don’t want our relationship upsetting her life. She’s thriving here, in her new school. She likes her daycare, and her teachers. I don’t want having sex with my boss to jeopardize that for her. Do you understand what I mean?”
He seems thoughtful for several moments. I’m afraid of what he might say. Will he fire me? Will he say we can’t do this any more? This is my fault. I knew I shouldn’t have had sex with him. He’s just too damn tempting. He’s too sexy, too alluring. He’s too… Asher.
“I don’t want this to change what’s between us, except to enhance it. I don’t only want sex with you. I want our relationship to grow. You’ll see what I mean, in time.” He gives me a quick kiss. “Do you want breakfast? Would you like me to bring you another cup of coffee? Can I get you anything?”
My eyes grow wide. I love taking care of Asher, but I like him offering to take care of me even more. “Let’s order breakfast. Eggs, toast, and bacon. I want a gallon of orange juice.”
“I’ll make coffee again, then we’ll order breakfast.” He grins at me, and kisses my forehead. “Let me take care of you, like you take care of me. I’ll be right back.”
He exits the bed, and I watch his naked body move in the lamplight as he walks toward the bathroom. His back is just as gorgeous as the front. He’s beautiful, perfection in motion. And like he said, he’s mine now.
I smile brightly at that thought. I have exactly what I’ve wanted for months. I have Asher Glass, and I’m never letting go.
Chapter Thirteen
I watch Charlie enter the room with two cups of coffee and a huge smile. She places one in front of me, and takes the seat beside mine. She is exactly where I want her to be. I smile back at her, and gaze at her for several moments as she picks up a pencil and begins adding numbers. I don’t really need her to do it, I’m perfectly capable of handling the accounting. It keeps her busy, and she’s very good at data entry, and once or twice she’s actually caught discrepancies that I’ve missed. Besides that, I like having her near me. Her presence soothes me. I know when she is beside me everything will be okay.
She turns her head, and is about to ask something, when a blush covers the apples of her cheeks. “What?”
“Kiss me?” I ask. I’m almost afraid she’ll say no, even though we showered together after breakfast, and I explored her luscious curves and her sexy ass. Afterward, I pulled her back onto the bed, and played with her tits until she begged me to have sex with her again. It was strange for me, doing it twice in such a short time span. But I was hard and she was eager, and I wanted to please her. I definitely enjoyed it, and I think she did too.
She grins at me, whispers “Asher,” and touches my cheek as she leans forward to brush her lovely lips against mine. I place my hand on the back of her neck, and pull her closer. She moans against my lips, and I’m suddenly, inexplicably, hard again.
She moves away when she hears the door to our makeshift office open.
“Aren’t you two just the cutest?” Amanda Hansen asks, her tone full of envy.
I smile at Charlie, and lean my forehead against hers. This is going much better than I expected. I have the relationship I’ve dreamed of with Charlie, and Amanda is jealous. “I think so,” I answer, even though her question was completely rhetorical.
“Kristoff and I are throwing a party tonight for a photographer friend of mine who is having her first showing. I’m featured in some of the pictures. Several tech firm owners have RSVPed and I thought it would be a good place for you to hear some glowing recommendations about our firm.”
I don’t know if she wants to help sell her husband’s company, or find a new way to try to seduce me. But I’m not sure if Charlie would be comfortable in that sort of surrounding. I don’t even know if she has a dress that she could wear to that kind of engagement.
Charlie nods slightly. Apparently she thinks it’s a good idea. I might have to send her shopping, but I wouldn’t mind. She could buy an entire store full of clothes on my credit card, if they would make her happy.
I look toward Amanda, tearing my eyes away from Charlie. Comparatively, Amanda looks garish, and conceited, not to mention the fact that she wears too much makeup and hairspray. I much prefer Charlie’s natural beauty.
“I think Charlie would enjoy that. Just send her an email with the time and place, and we’ll discuss it. Thank you for the invitation, Amanda.” I return my attention to Charlie, and her blue eyes are sparkling. My fingertips brush over her skin, up to her cheek, and I kiss her again.
She parts her lips, and it’s too tempting. I want to taste her, to be inside her. I open my mouth, and she sucks my tongue into hers.
“Ugh!” Amanda exclaims, and I hear her heels click, then the door open and close.
I break the kiss to ask her, “Do we need to go shopping? Will you need a dress?” The way she is looking at me makes me want to make love to her again, right here on the table. It’s a strange feeling to want someone so much, that I almost need to be inside her. I’m definitely hard again. I take her hand, while staring into her eyes, and place it on my crotch. “I want you so much, sweetheart. I can’t explain it.”
Her eyes grow wide, her lips part, and she looks stunning. “I’ve never…” she starts.
“You are gorgeous,” I say, as I rub her hand up and down the length of my penis, which is so swollen now it’s aching. My shoulders shake when she rubs her thumb against the tip of it, as her tongue touches her top lip. “I can’t wait to return to my hotel room later, and feel that sexy tongue against my skin.”
Her eyes narrow, and she licks her lip. I gasp from the desire to have her tongue, her lips, and her mouth on me. “Well, then we’d better get to work and solve this problem yer havin’, darlin’. And then I’ll take care of this for ya.” She grabs my shaft tightly, and I inhale and hold my breath. She gives me a quick peck, releases me, and returns to the paperwork.
I watch her for a moment, completely stunned. She’s encouraging me to do what I love, in order to get her as a reward. “Yes, ma’am,” I reply. She glances at me out of the corner of her eye, and tries to suppress a smile. I’m going to fall so hard for her, and it thrills me and scares me at the same time.
*****
I’m smiling as we ride up to the penthouse in the elevator. She’s holding my hand tightly, which feels intimate and nurturing at the same time. She grins up at me, tipping her head back to gaze into my eyes. I wish I had Peyton’s courage. I’d push her down onto her knees, unzip my trousers, and order her to suck my cock.
Instead, I wait patiently for the car to arrive at the correct floor.
“Good job, Mr. Glass. Tonight we can go to the Hansens’ party, to see what other tech leaders really think of their company. Then, Monday morning you’ll be able to report Hansen Technologies to the Better Business Bureau, the SEC, or whoever,” she says, as she tugs on my hand. I hadn’t even noticed the doors have opened, I am too busy staring at her.
I frown as she reminds me of the party later. “We didn’t go shopping.”
“It’s okay. I think I have something,” she replies cryptically. I want to ask her
if she’s sure she wants to go, but we’re standing inside my room, and Charlie’s hands are on my belt. “You remember what I promised ya earlier?” She kneels down in front of me, and gazes up at me as she pulls at my pants.
I place my palms on her cheeks, as my erection springs out at her. She looks surprised again, and it seems like she wants to move away. So I bury my hands in her thick blonde hair, and pull her closer.
“It’s so big, Mr. Glass,” she sighs, as she takes it in her soft hands.
“You know what to do with it,” I reply, as I watch her lips open, and take in just the tip. I feel myself heating up again. I feel warm, radiating pleasure starting in the pit of my stomach, then spreading up my chest. When I feel her tongue, I close my eyes and throw my head back. And when her fingers caress my balls, I cry out.
“Ya like that, Mr. Glass?” she taunts me.
I want to come inside her. Not her mouth. I want to plant my seed deep within her hot little body, and watch it grow. It’s too soon, I know. But I want it, and I want her to want it as well.
“I like it, Ms. Hall.” I don’t know how I can speak while she’s touching all the right places. I can’t believe the words are actually coming out. But since I can communicate, I’m going to tell her exactly what I want. Well, half of it anyway. “But not as much as your hot, tight pussy. Get undressed, and crawl into my bed.”
She licks the length of my shaft once more, before she stands up. She smiles as she unbuttons her blouse, and drops it on the floor in between us. Then she pulls her bra off her shoulders, and removes it. She’s stripping for me. My cock twitches when her breasts are exposed, all that white skin and big dusky pink nipples.
“Is this what ya want, Mr. Glass?” she asks, as she unzips her skirt and allows it to fall to the floor, before she steps out of it. I nod. “It’ll be waiting on ya, in there.” Her shoes are still on, as she struts toward the bedroom. When she arrives at the door, she places her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, and bends to pull them off. “Don’t make me wait.” She sends me a sexy look over her shoulder once she’s nude.
I remove my clothes, and follow after her. I’m slowly, painfully, achingly falling for her. I hope Peyton doesn’t mind. Maybe I can schedule time with them separately. Or maybe I can have both of them in my home. The beach house is definitely big enough for all of us, and little Elise also. Maybe we’ll need a nursery as well.
I’m sure I’m getting my hopes up. I stand in the doorway staring at her, lying naked in my bed, and it just feels right.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say, as I walk toward her.
Chapter Fourteen
“Are these photographs good? Sometimes I just don’t know if I’m ignorant, or if the art really is bad.” Her accent is just as adorable as I remember. She’s trying to speak low, so no one can hear but her boss. I’m standing close enough that I can hear her, but not too close. I don’t want them to know I’m here, yet.
Asher is staring at her just as I knew he would, with wide-eyed awe. He wouldn’t know if the pictures on the wall were good or bad, all he can see is Charlotte Hall. Her long blonde hair is in an up do, to show off the dress I bought for her. She’s standing so close to him her bare arm is rubbing against his. He’s wearing his tux, and he’s overdressed. But he looks fantastic, and they are a gorgeous couple.
“I don’t know, Charlie. I can’t see past you in that stunning dress.” I’m shocked. He actually says the words out loud. She tips her head back to look up at him. He is already staring at her. “You look absolutely fantastic, sweetheart. Where in the world did you get it?”
He called her sweetheart. Damn it, they are fucking.
She looks guilty. “A girl can’t tell all her secrets,” she replies. Her accent is thicker. That must be her indicator that she is lying, or in this case evading the truth. Everyone has one, even Asher.
He bends his head closer to hers, and murmurs, “I can’t wait to watch you remove it.”
“I can hardly wait either, but you promised me dinner,” she replies, with an obvious pout. “And we had sex twice this morning, and again after we got back to the hotel, just before we got ready for this fiasco. I think ya can wait at least until after I eat.”
Holy shit! I have no idea what to think of that. They’ve had that much sex in one day? We usually only do it at night, unless I take him in his office. So, he’s straight. That’s the only explanation for it. Fuck!
But she’s right. The party is a fiasco. There are maybe fifteen people in the gallery. I’m surprised they haven’t noticed me, but they only have eyes for each other. I’ve heard of it, in songs and poems, but these two literally cannot tear their eyes away. It’s almost magical, and I’m jealous as hell.
Asher smiles as he leans forward to kiss the top of her head. She seems so small next to him, and he’s a good two inches shorter than me. Then he murmurs in her ear, “Sweetheart, I will give you whatever you want, as long as I can watch you take that dress off before you climb into bed with me.”
“Only if yer already naked and waitin’ on me.” She turns toward him, and rubs her breasts against his forearm. I can see him shiver from where I’m standing, about three feet away from him, and it makes my dick twitch. “But ya have ta feed me first. Can we go now? This party has been a waste of time. We’re not going to get anything but hit on again by Amanda.”
She takes his hand, and weaves her fingers in his. He never holds my hand. Then she moves away from the horrible picture they’d been viewing, of a woman wearing body paint and obviously nothing else. The body paint wasn’t even good.
And then she sees me. She’s stunned, but she looks magnificent. Her hair and make-up are flawless, and the dress is perfect. She texted me earlier, while Asher was in the shower, to ask me which dress she should wear to the party. I asked her where it would be, and who would be there. When she told me, which of course I used to find out where they would be later, I said she should wear the black dress. I wanted to see her in it again, stupidly. She looks even better than I imagined she would.
She didn’t tell me they were sleeping together. She can obviously keep a secret.
She had no idea I’d been in San Francisco since this morning. I took the attendant’s advice. I got a room in the same hotel as Asher. I took a nap, to recover from the jet lag. And I took some time to think about my relationship with Asher.
I decided I want him. I don’t want to give him up. I also don’t want to share him. But it seems like that is out of the question now. Now the choices will be either to let him go, or to allow him to have his girlfriend on the side.
“Oh, my gawd! What are you doing here, Peyton?” As soon as she says it, Asher turns toward me as well. He’s adorable when he’s confused, because he so rarely is.
He can’t find any words, but that’s normal. He’s not usually talkative, and has only really come out of his shell more in the last few months. Of course, since he hired Charlie. That makes me even more jealous. But I also remember how much I’ve enjoyed the effect she’s had on Asher. I liked that he was less stressed, more open. I like Asher even more since he hired Charlie.
What a fucking mess. It’s time for me to come forward, and bow out of the competition. Charlie is obviously better for him than I am. I should tell them both.
I take a couple of steps toward them. “Hello Charlotte, Asher,” I say as I look at him, without extending my hand for him to shake. We are way, way past that stage. I need to just say it, get it all out, and move on. I breathe in, and just as I’m about to speak…
“He’s here to see me,” Asher says. He doesn’t release Charlie’s hand. He doesn’t move away from her guiltily. He actually moves closer toward her, if that’s possible.
“I didn’t know you were coming too. You should have told me when I was making the reservations that Asher had invited you,” Charlie says.
Asher places his hand on her cheek, and tips her head up to look at him. “I didn’t invite him out here for bu
siness.”
“Oh,” she murmurs, and glances from him to me. “I don’t understand…”
“We’re sleeping together,” Asher says, matter-of-factly. No sugar coating, no warning, he just announces it. In public. During a party.
Typical Asher. He has no idea how other people process emotions. He has no idea how she will react.
“Oh,” she says. She doesn’t take long to put it together in her head. The lunches we’ve shared, the amount of time I’ve spent in his office in private meetings, must be going through her mind. She knows he’s gay - or I guess I should say bi. And she’s smarter than I gave her credit for.
Just a few short moments ago, her eyes twinkled, the color in her cheeks was high, and she had a smile on her face that would rival the Golden Gate. That’s all wiped away though, with his confession.
“I see,” she says. If she’s mad, she’s not showing it, in public anyway. She doesn’t look angry, though. She looks disappointed.
She tries to release his hand, to pull away from him, but he not only maintains the grip he has on her, he reaches out to grab her wrist with his other hand.
“One of you should have told me. Peyton, a good time would have been when you mentioned how you wished you could see Asher’s reaction to the dress. Or Asher, you could have said something when you were seducing me.” Like her sparkle, and her smile, her bubbly accent is almost gone as well.
I almost feel bad, about all of it, because of her reaction. I should have told her. Maybe she wouldn’t have slept with him then. But they both looked so fucking happy, until I arrived and spoiled it.
What the fuck am I thinking? Asher is my boyfriend! And he has been for two and a half years!
“I’m sorry you found out this way, Charlie. I should have told you, and I am deeply sorry I didn’t.” I say it, and take another step closer.
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