“Ms. White,” the receptionist called. “You may go in now.”
Ashley nodded at the young lady and stood. “Thank you.” She picked up the bag of food she’d picked up from The Cheesecake Factory. You can do this, she thought to herself even as she had horrible flashbacks about the last time she’d entered this office. It was when she’d come to pick up the check for a million dollars. Denton had been at his most smug and condescending best. She’d had to swallow her ire and think of her parents to get through the distasteful meeting. Just the memory of her father, ashen and gray in his hospital bed had been enough to make her forge ahead.
Stephen had done much to change the décor, she was glad to note. The walls were painted white and decorated with framed maps. Only the large wood desk was the same. The gray carpet was new. As were the white sofas and chairs that sat in one corner of the room.
Stephen was on the phone and he nodded her towards the sofa. She placed the bag on the coffee table and removed the plates from the bag. Glancing around, she spotted his mini-fridge. She put their slices of cheesecake inside.
“That smells delicious,” he said, joining her on the couch a moment later. He wore a dark gray suit with a black shirt and a tie that swirled both colors together.
“Wish I could take the credit. I never thought I’d say it, but I miss cooking. Staying in a hotel has its downsides.” She handed him his silverware and kissed him full on the mouth. He stiffened but didn’t pull away. She licked her lips. “Mm, you taste good.”
They ate in silence for a few minutes before he said, “Ash, the other day at my house went too far and I don’t want to give you the wrong impression.”
“And what impression would that be?” She twirled noodles around on her fork and ate them.
“That I’ve forgiven you and that we can resume our relationship where things ended before.”
“And I told you that I’d be willing to do anything to get you back. Have you given that any thought?”
“Too much,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly.
She squeezed his knee and trailed her hand up his thigh. Their eyes met as she closed her hand over his erection. She wasn’t playing fair and she had no intentions of doing so.
He groaned and slid out of reach. “What do you think you’re doing?”
She smiled. “Just what you’d do if you wanted me. I’m seducing you.”
His brows rose. “Is that so?”
She nodded. “Remember I didn’t want to date you because I didn’t think you were serious? You and Jeremy had quite the reputation.” She followed him down the sofa and before he could react, she swung one leg over his thighs so that she straddled him. “But you wore me down, showing up at the movie theater where I was working, calling me every night, sending me flowers.”
“Am I going to start receiving roses?”
“No.” She took his hands and put them over his head, crossing them at the wrists so that she could hold both with only one of hers. Her fingers were stretched to the max and he could easily break free if he tried. He looked surprised and aroused. His irises appeared completely black. She leaned forward so that her lips touched his. “Stephen, remember what it feels like to be inside me?”
“Shit,” he breathed out.
She traced his lips with the tip of her tongue. “Your mouth makes me so hot and wet. My panties are soaked.”
“This is inappropriate.”
“Why? I’m not fucking you.” She bucked against him and moaned. He was a solid bar beneath her. “Though I could be. You must be so uncomfortable. At least I’ve had a release while you’ve had none. Should I unzip you and relieve some of that pressure?”
She undid his belt. “That has to feel better. Remember the first time you took me? How you fucked me all night? Oh, it was glorious. I want to feel you again, stretching my pussy, taking me hard and deep.” He bucked against her and she gasped. Nibbling his earlobe, she whispered his name. “Don’t you miss it? Don’t you want my pussy? Feel it.” She took one of his hands and worked it under her long flowing skirt. Further instructions weren’t needed. His fingers pushed aside her damp panties and buried themselves with hungry intent inside of her pussy lips. He circled her clit until she was pumping her hips against his hand. “Oh, Stephen, please.”
He penetrated her with first one and then two fingers, both of them groaning at the more intimate contact. Ashley kissed him, mostly to muffle her gasps as Stephen finger fucked her pussy without mercy. He was rougher than she ever recalled him being but her body couldn’t stop responding to him. Gripping his shoulders, she rode his fingers.
She hadn’t intended to take things this far but with him she should have predicted that the fire between them would blaze out of her control. Her belly tightened, signaling her impending orgasm.
Stephen withdrew his fingers. The abrupt change had her moaning in disappointment. “Stephen, why-”
“Not again. We shouldn’t be doing this. I’m having dinner with Aster tonight.”
“You belong to me.”