9. Madelyn

CHAPTER 9

MADELYN

After puttingthe lasagna in the oven, I went to shower and sent a text to Delilah. I know if I don’t report in and let her know how it’s going, she’ll call and try to find out for herself. And it’s not that I’m hiding anything from her; it’s just I don’t know how to tell her that I have a thing for Asher. A big thing. And sure enough, if I talk to her, I’ll confess it all.

I look into the mirror and take in my reflection. I put on jeans and a T-shirt. Nothing fancy or like I’m trying too hard.

I pull a brush through my hair and then put it in one long braid down my back. And then to top it off, I add a little bit of mascara and call it done. I don’t need any blush because my cheeks are rosy from being in the sun all day.

I take a deep breath, but nothing seems to help. Even though Asher is nowhere around, I still feel like my body has a live wire hooked up to it. Just the anticipation of knowing I’m going to see him again is making me crazy.

Never in my life have I been attracted to someone like I am to him.

And the thought that I have to contain it is going to drive me crazy.

He said he thought this was a bad idea, and even though I disagree, I can’t keep hounding him.

When thirty minutes has passed by, I go out to the kitchen. After pulling some vegetables from the crisper in the refrigerator, I set them on a cutting board, thinking I’ll make us a salad.

There’s footsteps on the stairs, and I hold my breath.

“What’s for dinner? It smells good.”

I try not to let my disappointment show. “Oh hi, Beau. Lasagna. I hope that’s okay.”

He comes into the kitchen, and his hair is wet from the shower. “Sounds good, but I’m going out. Can you put some in the fridge for me to enjoy later?”

He’s leaving, and I realize that it will just be Asher and me for dinner. As my stomach does a little somersault, I tell him, “I sure will.”

“Great. See you later.”

“Later,” I tell him as he runs out the door.

I’m cutting up lettuce when Asher comes in, and I’m surprisingly able to keep my cool. “Beau just left. We’re to put leftovers in the fridge for him.”

When I look at him, I hold the knife in my hand a little tighter. His hair is still wet from the shower. He has a form-fitting white T-shirt on and a clean pair of jeans. He looks good.

He’s staring at me, but I’m not sure what to make of the expression on his face.

“What is it?”

He comes a little closer. “You got some sun today.”

I know he’s right because I noticed it earlier, but it probably looks worse right now since I’m sure I’m blushing.

“Yeah, I did.”

He comes over and leans against the counter right next to me. “You should probably wear a hat tomorrow.”

I shrug. “I’ll put some more sunscreen on. I didn’t think to bring a hat with me.”

He grunts, and I turn to grab a bowl and start throwing everything into it. I set it on the middle of the island when Asher drops his little bombshell.

“We need to talk.”

I huff out a breath. I knew it was coming, but I didn’t expect to be fired on the second day on the job. I can’t blame him, though; I did it to myself. “We do need to talk. Can I start?”

His eyebrows lift. “Uh, sure. Go ahead.”

I nod and walk over to the sink to wash my hands. As I’m drying them on the dish towel, I tell him, “I owe you an apology.”

He interrupts me. “Apology? What do you have to apologize for?”

I bite on to my lip. “Well, for starters, you said that you and I are a bad idea, and I’ve been really unprofessional. I’ve continued to flirt with you, and I want you to know—”

I stop talking because he’s moved over to me, and he puts his hands on my hips and pulls me up against him. His voice is gruff. “You don’t have anything to apologize for.”

“But—”

He brings a hand up and cups my cheek. He’s staring at me as if he wants to devour me. His fingers caress across my skin. “Madelyn, honey, you don’t owe me an apology.”

I can feel myself melting against him. He leans in and rests his forehead against mine. “I can’t resist you, Madelyn.” Before I can fully react, his mouth is on mine. It’s a gnashing of lips and teeth, and in this second I’m ready to give up full control.

I wrap my arms around his neck and press my body tightly against his.

“I want you, Asher,” I whisper against his lips between kisses.

He tries to hold himself back, I can feel it. He tenses for a minute, but I know he’s not going to stop. His cock is digging into my belly, and he’s moaning my name. He pulls his mouth from mine with a groan. “I’ve tried to do the right thing, but I want you too.”

I pull back and search his eyes. “What if this is the right thing?”

He nips at my lips and closes his eyes as if he’s savoring my kiss. There’s a touch of sadness in his eyes as he starts to talk. “Besides you being my employee and the fact you’re only here for a temporary time, you’re fourteen years younger than me, Madelyn. On every level, you can do better than me.”

My heart is beating madly in my chest. “First of all, I love that you’re older than me. Second of all, I should probably tell you that I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now.”

A whimper escapes me as he lifts me up into his arms. My legs go around his waist, and he starts to move. “I need you, and if you don’t want this, now’s the time to tell me.”

I laugh softly. “Please, I thought I was going to have to strip down naked and come to your room to convince you to do this so yeah, I want this to happen.”

He moans my name. “Fuck, don’t put that image in my head.”

All of a sudden he comes to a stop. “Fuck.”

I rest my head on his shoulder and hold him tighter. So help me, if he is changing his mind, I’m going to spontaneously combust.

“I should feed you.”

I reach down between us, and he struggles to keep a hold of me. I cup his impressive manhood in my hand. “Feed me this.”

His eyes about pop out of his head. He walks back to the oven and turns it off before making his way down the hall to my room.

As soon as we’re inside, he kicks the door shut.

When he carries me to the bed, I struggle to get out of his arms. As soon as my feet hit the floor, my knees are next. Now that I’ve said it, I realize how much I want to have him in my mouth.

I make quick work of undoing his jeans and pulling those and his underwear down his thighs. His cock springs free, and it’s hard and pointing straight at me. I wrap my hand around his girth, and his whole body jerks at my touch. He pulls his shirt off and slowly steps out of his pants.

I smile, knowing that he reacts like he does with his manhood in my hand. I stroke him from his root to his tip, and a drop of precum beads at the end. There’s no stopping me. I lean forward and press my tongue to it. A moan escapes me as his taste hits it. I open my mouth, pressing my tongue to the underside of his hard length. I lick him and then open my mouth, taking him in until he hits the back of my throat.

His hands are undoing my braid, and then he wraps his hand around my hair, holding on to my neck as he pumps his hips. I run my hands up his thighs and then cup his balls in one hand, giving him a little squeeze.

He moans. “Look at me, angel.”

I look up into his eyes, and he moans again. “Fuck, I’ve imagined this. Seeing your blue-green eyes looking up at me with my cock in your mouth… but my imagination is nothing compared to the real thing. You take me so well.”

A whimper escapes me. My body feels so hot as if it’s on fire. My pussy is soaked, and my lower belly pulls with each thrust of his hips.

Asher is quick as he lifts me up and I pop off his cock. He pulls me up and cups my face in his hands.

My lips feel swollen as I push the question out. “Was I doing it wrong?”

His thumb caresses my lower lip. “You are perfect, but I want to come inside you, Madelyn. I don’t want anything between us.”

I suck in a breath, knowing that I want the same thing. I want him bare.

“Okay,” I mutter.

He moans. “No baby, I won’t pull out. I’m going to finish inside you.”

Fuck, why does that sound so hot? “Okay.”

“I’m clean,” he says.

“Oh, me too, and I’m on the pill… I mean, if you’re worried about that. I’m on the pill… it’s not a hundred percent, but—”

He cuts me off. “I’ll take my chances.”

With his eyes on mine, he pulls my shirt off and slides his warm hands across my shoulders to my back, and then he unfastens my bra. He lets the straps fall from my shoulders as he peels the material off me and tosses it to the chair in the corner.

He moves slowly, his gaze eating me up. I shiver at his touch as he cups my fullness in his big hands. When he strokes his thumbs over my hard peaks, my back arches, pushing me farther into his hold. He leans into me, his warm mouth taking me in as his hands slide gently down my body.

He parts my swollen slit, drenching his fingers with my sweet heat. My legs begin to tremble as he strokes through my swollen core, but he doesn’t stop. He cups my sex, and I shamelessly rub myself against him. I move my hips back and forth as his thumb strokes my swollen clit. I’m panting and breathless, hoping he doesn’t stop.

I can feel him everywhere, but it’s not enough.

“I need to taste you,” he whispers into my neck.

I tense at the need to have him. He gently lays me back on the bed, and my legs part. He stares down at me, his gaze like a caress.

I start to close my legs, and he leans over, pressing his hands to my inner thighs to keep them open. His touch is teasing as he first kisses my knee, then the inside of my thigh. His lips and tongue are everywhere except where I really need him.

“Asher,” I moan.

He laughs teasingly. “You want my mouth on you, angel?”

“Yes.” I moan, lifting my hips.

“Say it. Tell me what you want.”

I groan. “Please, Asher. Please touch me there.”

His hands squeeze my legs, and with big, long strokes, he slides his hands up and over my thighs. “Say it, Madelyn. Tell me where you want me to put my mouth.”

I groan and arch my back. “On my pussy. Please.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, he dives between my legs. He moans, and the vibration has me lifting my hips, begging for more.

He’s relentless as he tastes me. He holds me open as he takes sweet possession of my body. I run my hands through his hair and hold him to me. He brings me to the edge over and over, and then as soon as I’m about to crest, he slows his touch. I’m about to beg when he finally takes me completely, and I come on his tongue. My legs squeeze around his head as the orgasm shoots through my body, but he doesn’t stop.

As I start to come down, his tongue is gentle as he laps at me.

I’m limp as he climbs up my body and settles over me. When he kisses me, I whimper at the taste of me on his lips.

“Can I have you, Madelyn?”