“I don’t like to flash cleavage during board meetings.”
Laughter pealed out of her, and he was utterly enchanted. Had he thought she was beautiful before? She took his breath away, especially when she smiled and shook her head, clearly amused by his joke. “Just makes it a bit more effort for me.”
“Let me know if you get tired and I can take over.”
She snorted and tugged his undershirt free of his belt. “If I get tired, you will be the first one I let know.” Her hands pushed his undershirt up, and he knelt so she could pull it over his head, leaving him bare from the waist up.
He rubbed a hand over his chest, scratching at a bit of dark chest hair dusting his pectorals. “Want to pause and admire the scenery?”
“Do be quiet.” Her hands moved to his chest and she trailed a finger over one nipple and then down the center of his chest to his happy trail. “I’m concentrating.”
“Am I distracting you? I’m sorry. Actually, I’m not sorry about any of this. I like you putting your hands on me. Feels like I’ve been waiting forever for this moment.”
She gave him another quieting look.
Asher chuckled. He tended to ramble when he grew nervous around her. She was just too damn distracting, with all that gorgeous skin and luscious hair.
And those tits. He couldn’t forget those tits. Hell, he wanted to reach out and caress one right now, but he was pretty sure she’d smack him down with another quelling look.
Plus, she was getting a lot closer to his dick, and he wanted her to touch him there. He couldn’t help it; he was a guy and they thought with the little head downstairs. Nothing wrong with that, especially when her fingers were stroking his happy trail and playing along his stomach muscles. She was heading in the right direction.
She peeked up at him through dark lashes, and then a wicked smile curved her mouth. “You’re just dying for me to do this, aren’t you?” And her hand grazed along his cock.
Fuuuuck. “You know me too well.”
“I do,” she said thoughtfully. “I’ve always known you well.” And her hand stroked up and down his groin once more.
That sobered him. Not her touch—though that was fucking amazing—but her quiet statement. While he’d been wrapped up in his own little world for the last few years, she’d been watching him from afar and loving him. And he’d thrown it all away.
Never again, he promised Greer silently. I never will hurt you again. “Am I an ass if I say I’m glad?” His fingers stroked down her arm, ever so lightly.
“I suppose not.” She bit her lip and then began undoing his belt. A moment later, her hands went to the fastenings of his slacks and then she pushed his zipper down. His cock was jutting out from his boxers, the head leaking so much precum that the fabric was sticking to his skin. He was aching for her to touch him. His entire body was tense with need. Hell, if she didn’t touch him again, he didn’t trust himself not to pin her to the bed and start dry humping her, slacks and all.
When she looked up at him again, uncertain, he closed his eyes and groaned out a single word. “Please.”
“All right.”
A moment later, her small, soft hands pushed his pants down, tugging his boxers with them. His cock sprang free, and then she was caressing his aching cock with her fingers, letting them dance lightly over his skin.
He nearly came right then and there.
“Your skin is so hot right here,” she murmured. “Is . . . is it okay if I touch you like this?”
“I think I’d fall to pieces if you didn’t.”
Her warm chuckle made his entire body jerk. He wanted those smiling lips and that breath on his cock, against his skin. His mind went to dark, erotic imaginings, of her getting to her knees and dragging her tongue along the vein on the underside of his shaft—
“Can I . . . can I taste you?”
Oh god, she was killing him. Asher’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. It didn’t matter that he was standing in front of her with his pants around his ankles, dick in the air. He just knew he would die if she didn’t do as she’d asked in the next moment. “You can put your mouth anywhere on me you want, Greer.”
But he was sure as shit going to open his eyes for this next part.
When he opened his eyes, she was studying him with that intense expression on her serious face. Like she wanted to make sure she got things right. “Trust me, sweetheart. You can’t fuck this up,” Asher told her. “It’ll feel good no matter what you do.”
She nodded and then reached one finger out to graze the head of his cock.
He clenched hard in response to her touch, his balls drawing up tight. As he watched her finger moving on his skin, more precum beaded on the head. He was dangerously close to blowing his load, and that couldn’t happen. Not yet. Not before he pleasured the living daylights out of her.
She dragged her finger through the droplets of precum, spreading them on the head of his cock. Then, with a sly look at him, she put her finger to her mouth and sucked it.
And holy hell, he was going to remember the sight of that for the rest of his damn life. He’d never seen anything so erotic.
“Salty,” she murmured.
“So are you.” Hell, he sounded as raspy and rough as a chain smoker . . . and had about as much control.
“Can I . . .” Her cheeks flushed and she peeked up at him again. “Can I touch you like you did me? To make you come?”
Yes. Yes. Yes. Ah god, where was his restraint? “If you do that, Greer, we’re gonna be done before we start, and I have far too many plans for that sweet body of yours.”