Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“Oh god,” I breathe out, hot and heavy. The pulsing meets my sensitive clit and gives me goose bumps. This isn’t going to last long. It seems whenever I think about Asher, my climax slams through me. My center clenches at the need to feel something inside me, except there’s no way I can focus on other areas. I’m too busy letting my fantasy roll through me. While Asher is flicking his tongue along my clit, his fingers aren’t staying still. I feel his thumb at my back entrance, slowly pushing it inside my ass while two of his thick fingers work their way inside my pussy. My imagination runs wild and seems so real, it’s almost like Asher is here with me.
I change the settings with a flick of my thumb, so it goes from a steady rhythm of water hitting my center to a pulse, and as I hold it close, I push myself over the edge. A silent scream leaves my mouth, and sparks dance behind my eyes. There’s no way I can keep pleasuring myself all alone. Soon enough, this won’t be enough. Then what’s a girl to do?
March your ass over to Asher’s house and offer yourself on a silver platter. You act like he wasn’t looking at you wrapped in nothing but a towel. Let go and live, Lennon.
My inner conscience is a bitch tonight. She’s also right. There’s nothing wrong with seeing where things could potentially go with Asher Fontaine. All I need to do is act on it and not behave like a bumbling, stumbling idiot.
“Good luck.” Talking to myself in the shower is a whole new low. I push myself to my feet and get on with washing my hair and body. Tomorrow is a brand-new day and start to my new life.
9
ASHER
“About time you showed up,” Johnny greets me at the entrance to his office at Undercover Lovers. He owns the nightclub in the city outside of Whispering Oaks, is married to his job and his life here. The same goes for Matthew and Luke. Both of their jobs require them to stay close to their buildings. It works for them and us others who live in the same town we all grew up in.
“Yeah, yeah. Everyone else here?” I ask.
“Nope, only Trent, Jagger, and myself tonight. The rest got called in, have a deadline, or whatever fucking else.” Jagger steps back as I walk through the doorway. Everything here is black and chrome. The same goes throughout the club, until you get downstairs. That area is closed off, and only VIP members of the exclusive type make their way down there.
“Fuck, well, I guess I’ll catch up with them next time,” I say, making my way to the small bar area Johnny has set up.
“Hear you got a new neighbor,” Trent says from across the room.
“Yep, Estelle’s niece.” I don’t elaborate. I’ll tell them when I’m damn good and ready.
“Heard she works at Luke’s office,” Jagger interjects. My head whips around at that little tidbit of information. Luke is an obstetrician/gynecologist here in Oakview.
“Do I even want to know how?” I ask. My friends are a bunch of gossip mongers.
“Probably not, but I’ll tell you anyway.” Trent takes a sip of his bourbon. I opt for a beer. Jagger is probably drinking tequila, and Johnny, well, he’s more than likely not drinking. Whenever the club is open, he wants to stay sharp as a tack, saying he’s always gotta have his eyes and ears to the floor.
“Alright.” I take my seat at the round table. When all of us are here, there’s no way to fit, so we scatter across the room. Nine times out of ten, Johnny will be behind his desk, four of us will surround the table, and the rest will either stand or sit in the cushy chairs in front of his glass and chrome desk.
“Our girl Briar,” Jagger says with a snicker. Motherfucker. That means the whole damn friend group has been briefed, and I wouldn’t put it past them to shuffle her picture around, either.
“She didn’t even meet Lennon, only saw her from the driveway,” I groan, rubbing one hand down my face and taking a healthy sip of my beer. Maybe we should have had this little pow wow closer to my home. Something tells me I’m going to need more than the two beers I’ll allow myself when I’m driving.
“You know as well as we all do that the girl is a talker,” Trent cuts in.
“Can we get to the moral of the story before it’s past your bedtime?” I look toward Jagger. He’s the early bird of the group and also the grandpa.
“Fuck off. Trent has more information than I do. He saw Briar and Kenny at the park. She talked about Lennon, gave him the details, and he ran with it,” Johnny says from his perch overlooking the nightclub area even though it’s empty.