"Let's see what I look like with it on." She closed the shirt around her, and stepped in front of the mirror.

Her dark skin shone brilliantly beneath the white of the shirt and she admired the desire oozing from her. This was a Diana she hadn't seen in a long time, and she welcomed her home.

l.u.s.t boiled inside of her and she couldn't wait to see what Asher did when he saw her.

Sorry, Cupid. You're hunt will have to wait till tomorrow.

She considered all of the many reactions that Asher could have to her nakedness under his shirt. Would he devour her right there on the spot? Would he freeze her burning veins with slow, tepid kisses down her torso until she begged for his c.o.c.k?

She shivered and slipped into her heels.

There you go Cupid. You get one more day to be free of my investigation. This is my gift to you. You did me a favor. You led me to Asher, and no matter whatever comes from him and I, I know it will be interesting at least.

A half hour pa.s.sed, and Diana waited for Asher in the foyer with one leg crossed over the other. She'd arranged herself enough to hide all her juicy bits and when the time was right, Asher would see her as everything she was.

The ancient clock in the foyer ticked by and chimed at nine o'clock on the dot, and not a minute later, footsteps sounded down the hall. Asher's voice came next, as he talked to one of his staff members, told them goodnight, and then rushed toward his grand, spiraling staircase.

Diana cleared her throat. "Good evening, Asher."

He snapped his head in her direction and she wasn't sure if it was l.u.s.t, pride, or greed she saw in his eyes, but he froze right there in his spot. "You're. . ."

"Gorgeous? Witty? Brilliant? The queen of your existence?"

"Yes. All of those." His gaze moved down to the gap in the shirt, where Diana's b.r.e.a.s.t.s were on full display. Again, her hungry nipples hard craved his attention.

She gestured to the sneakers at the end of the step. "You see those?"

"Yes." He studied them for a moment, and then returned to drinking her in, his gaze plastering in seconds to her bare thighs. "Those shoes aren't my size."

"The sneakers are for me."

Inch by inch, he glided his tongue along his bottom lip. "I prefer the heels that you're wearing."

"Good. Besides, the sneakers are only for my back-up plan."

"Back up?"

"Just in case, you run off. I'm going to kick off these heels, put on my sneakers, and race after you. I'm not going to let you run away this time."

"Trust me, when I say this. I won't be running anymore." He pierced her with his gaze. "You know the problem with that?"

"What?"

"I won't let you run away from me either."

"I'll never race away from a man that takes care of me."

He flashed her a wicked smile. "Never say never, Diana."

She opened her legs and exposed all of the lush, warm flesh in between her thighs. "I'll say whatever I want to."

"Interesting," he whispered in a hoa.r.s.e voice. "And is that my shirt?"

Diana opened her mouth, but Asher didn't wait for her to say another d.a.m.n thing as he rushed toward her. She shrieked, unprepared for him to launch her way.

"Asher, what are you-"

He picked her up before he could say anything else, and cradled her in his arms. "I swear I would take you right here if I didn't have half the staff on duty."

She nuzzled into his chest. His suit smelled fresh, like he'd just picked it up from the launderer. She ran her fingers through his damp hair.

He just took a shower? Did he do that just for me?

Asher carried her up the stairs and through the main hallway, until they ended up in his bedroom.

"Take the shirt off." Asher set her down on the floor and shut his door.

"What shirt?"

He lifted the ride side of his lip up into a sneer. "Don't play with me, Diana."

"What happened to my love?"

"Take off your shirt, and I'll tell you what happened to my love."

Diana opened it, and let the shirt slide down her body.

"f.u.c.k." He grabbed her waist, pushed her up against the door, and pressed his lips against hers.

"Jesus," she mumbled.

"You'll be calling for more than him by the end of the night." He wove his hands through her black curls and she gasped at the electric charge, at the power that came when his mouth moved against hers.

Diana panted beneath Asher's tender touch and rough kisses. "Asher?"

He hadn't heard her, he moved his hands to hers, held them up over her head against the door.

"Asher," she said louder.

He pulled back, his expression full of concern. "I'm sorry. What's wrong?"

She shook her head. "No, don't be. I just want to know why you're clothes are still on."

Asher smiled and it was enough to get Diana wet for him. She couldn't explain why something so simple as a grin from him made her want to do something crazy.

Asher stripped off his suit and shirt but he went at a snail's pace and Diana ached for his touch. His mouth on her skin. His d.i.c.k inside of her.

She sauntered over to him and pushed his hands aside. "Let me do it."

He arched his eyebrows. "You're bossy when you're-"

"Shut up, Asher." She placed kisses down his chest, until she reached the top of his slacks. Slowly, she left soft, wispy breaths on his flesh as she undid his b.u.t.ton and unzipped him.

"Yes, definitely bossy."

"Not bossy, but I am a boss of some sorts." She wriggled the pants down his muscular legs. Those thighs bulged with strength, and she hoped, she'd get a chance to decorate that s.e.xy flesh with her teeth. "Be careful, you don't want me to fire you, do you?"

"No," he said in a low voice. "I need this job."

She wanted to eat him, devour this man, until he was nothing but an empty sh.e.l.l that she could pa.s.s out by, and lay next to.

With her fingertips, she traced lines up his legs, thighs, and stopped short of his soft, plump sac. "Have you come to work, prepared, Mr. Bishop?"

"Yes, Mrs. Carson." She pulled his boxers down with her teeth.

Asher moaned.

She kneeled before him, his swollen c.o.c.k hers for the taking. Her p.u.s.s.y dripped with desire. And Jesus did she want him. She reached around and stuck a manicured finger in his puckered a.s.shole.

He groaned, "You're a naughty girl, Diana."

"No, I'm a boss." She grabbed the base of his d.i.c.k with her other hand. Leaned down and took him into her mouth. Her hair fanned out around her and between his moans, he brushed it out of her way.

"Let me show you what I'm talking about." Inch by hard inch, she licked up his shaft, sucked the tip, and rotated her hand around his d.i.c.k while she took him even deep.

He tugged at her hair and gently pressed the back of her head, pushing her down a little bit more. A pleasure moan escaped her wet lips as she sucked down hard on his c.o.c.k, taking it far into her throat, and wishing she could swallow it whole.

"f.u.c.k. . ." He thrust into her, clenching his a.s.s cheeks to feel every part of her mouth. "G.o.d, yes, you are a boss. My boss."

Diana wanted him to come, but she couldn't bear the thought of not having him release inside of her first. Shivering with l.u.s.t, she pulled away from him and stood up. "f.u.c.k me hard. Don't you want to be the employee of the month?"

Although a chuckle left his mouth, he did as he was told and pushed her to his bed. She fell back with a shriek, her full b.r.e.a.s.t.s bobbing from the reaction, her p.u.s.s.y throbbing to be filled, and every inch of her flesh vibrating with the call to be ravished.

He pinned her arms above her head. "Look at me."

She stared at him.

"I don't ever want you to turn away or close your eyes, when I f.u.c.k you."

She widened her gaze. "Okay."

"I want to see every second of what's going on in between those beautiful eyelids, I want to see my face in your eyes as you scream my f.u.c.king name." He pushed into her, hard.

It was thunderous thrust, more pleasure than pain.

She bit back a yelp, and almost turned away, before stopping herself.

He filled her so completely, right then. With every thrust, he brought her a little closer to the edge.

"I think I'm going to-"

He bit at her erect nipples. "No thinking. And you're not going to come yet. It's far too soon. I have so many things planned for us tonight."

Asher pulled out of her. Her desire dripped all over his length. He loved her wetness on him, relished in the slickness. "You're so wet. I wonder how you taste."

Falling to his knees, he brought his mouth to her wet p.u.s.s.y, parted those moist lips with his tongue, and lapped up her wetness. "Diana, you taste... amazing."

She arched her back and melted into him. She'd been f.u.c.ked, sucked and made love to before, but she'd never felt the intensity of the moment as she did with Asher.

He delved his tongue further inside of her, touching the spot that made her toes curl and her hands grasp at the sheets.

As if Asher couldn't get enough desire from her, he took a finger, ma.s.saging her wetness from her c.u.n.t down to her a.s.shole. He circled around the hole and she cried out.

"You like this, Diana? Do you want me to be naughty?"

She could barely form words together.

"Remember," he whispered. "You're the boss."

She just nodded and looked into his eyes as our whole body raged with l.u.s.t.

"Yes, ma'm." He went back down, licking her inner thighs and moving over to her c.l.i.t. The moment he sucked that throbbing bud into his mouth, she bucked up her hips and he slipped his finger into her hungry hole.

"Oh!" she moaned, overwhelmed with it all. Her appet.i.te for Asher grew with every twitch of his tongue, and every flick of his finger. "I want you in me, Asher."

He brought his head up and shook it. "Not yet, my love. You're going to come in my mouth until your juices drip from my chin."

"Oh," was all she could mumble.

He thrust his finger in and out of her while his tongue searched for the part of her that would give him what he wanted. She was certain his tongue was a weapon of ma.s.s destruction, set on destroying her completely.

And good G.o.d was he doing it.

In and out.

Faster, then slower.

Harder and then soft, So soft.

He bit at her c.l.i.t and it was the proverbial foot on the grenade.

She gasped and an o.r.g.a.s.m rock through her. "Asher. Oh G.o.d. I can't..."

Asher didn't stop though, he kept his tongue at the base of her c.u.n.t, lapping as she came in his mouth.

When her limbs turned to jelly and her muscles ached, only then did Asher remove his mouth from her, and without hesitation he pushed his c.o.c.k inside of her.

"G.o.d, I've waited so long to feel this." He pulled out slowly, thrust in harder, and repeated over and over again.