Her breath caught in a little half gasp. So she liked the thought of him licking her, did she? God, when he saw her again, he was going to hold her down and tongue her pussy for hours on end. Endless, endless hours. “Should I start with your clit, Greer, baby? Or would you want my tongue deep inside you, thrusting like I’m going to do with my cock?”
She made a little mewing noise on the other end of the phone.
“You touching yourself for me, baby? Spreading that wetness all around?”
Her whimper sounded like a yes.
“Play with your clit for me, since I can’t be there to do it for you. Rub your finger all around the hood and tease it good. Get your pussy all wet and juicy for me—”
Greer whimpered again, and it turned into a little high-pitched whine. Her breathing stopped.
It was silent on her end of the phone. Then, her breathing started again, deep and panting. Ah, fuck. “Did you just come for me, baby?”
“Oh my god,” Greer breathed on the other end of the phone. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
She sounded so shy and awed at the same time. He loved it. He pictured her holding the phone to her ear, her legs sprawled in her bed with her hand in her panties. That was all it took for him to finish, and finish fast. With that mental image, he stroked his hand hard up and down his cock, working the head, and came with a hiss of breath. Hot come splattered on his clothing and his hand, and he kept pumping his cock, seemingly coming forever. When he finally felt the last quaking moments of the orgasm finish rolling through him, Asher groaned.
“Did you just . . .” Greer let the words delicately trail off.
“Hell yeah. All over the damn place.”
She giggled. “I’m picturing the horrific tragedy of cleaning your maid is going to have in the morning.”
He chuckled, amused that she was making such a filthy joke with him. “Okay, not that bad. Just . . . it was a strong one. Probably the best orgasm I’ve had.”
“Mmmhmm.” The skepticism had returned to her voice. “We back to flattery, Ash?”
“Nah. Just telling the truth. And here’s another truth for you, Greer, baby: When I see you again? I meant every word of it. You’d better be prepared to have me go down on you for hours.”
It was gratifying as heck to hear her suck in a breath all over again.
Chapter 8
It was going to be another damn day before Asher could return to Vegas, and it was killing him to miss all this time with Greer. It was only one more day, but he wanted to touch her. He craved the feel of her skin and the sight of her smiles. He’d managed to wrangle phone sex out of her again last night, but she refused to Skype. Too shy, he guessed, and it made him feel protective of her . . . and made him vow to be that much dirtier in his talk. The moment he wrapped up his last meeting, he was taking a flight back to Vegas and getting out of the city and away from his business that should have been running itself.
Asher glared at his CEO as the man bluffed his way through another high-level meeting, and wondered if he’d been too quick to pass off control. But, damn it, he didn’t want to spend sixteen hours a day for the next ten years grooming the company for someone else to take over. He wanted to live his life. He wanted to spend time with Greer.
He wanted to see his baby born.
While the meeting (the third one of the day) droned on, he picked up his phone and started to Google Dutch baby names, and then Indian ones. Staring at a long list of choices didn’t help much, though, considering he had no idea if the baby would be a boy or a girl. It didn’t matter to him, because he’d love either one, but he liked the thought of a baby girl with Greer’s dark hair and eyes. At what point in the pregnancy would she find out the sex, he wondered, and Googled that, too.
As early as twelve weeks. Huh. He pulled up a calendar and counted back. It had been over twelve weeks. He immediately texted Greer.
Asher: Got a moment?
There was no response right away, which meant she was probably busy with something, and he impatiently put his phone aside and tried to focus on the meeting. It was probably a good thing she wasn’t answering, since he wasn’t supposed to care about the baby. That was getting harder and harder to pretend, though. He wanted to ask about it every time he talked to her, wanted to know if she was feeling well or if the baby had started moving and if she could feel it. He wanted to experience it with her and hated that he was being held back.
As the meeting droned on, Asher rubbed his jaw, staring down at his silent phone.
“Mr. Sutton?”
He glanced up and looked over at Ishikawa, his recently hired CEO. “Yeah?”
“Did you want to temporarily adjourn the meeting to go over the latest reports?”
Asher nodded and got to his feet. Any excuse to get him out of there. “I need to take care of a few things actually, so I’m going to hand this off to you.”
Ishikawa looked pleased, and the others on the board a little concerned. Fuck it. The man had to take control at some point. Asher grabbed his phone and laptop and left the conference room. He returned to his office where he could have a little privacy and was disgruntled to see that there were still no messages from Greer. Normally she responded faster.
He decided to contact Stijn’s assistant. Augusta sounded annoyed to hear from him, but he didn’t care. “Is Greer at the castle today?”
“Last I checked, she was upstairs napping. Do I need to install a video camera to monitor her actions?”
Sarcasm. Fun. “I’m just checking on her.”
Augusta made a noise of assent. Or maybe irritation. “She’s probably just tired. Been napping every day lately.”