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  I love him.

  I love Asher Thompson.

  “I'll load up my tools and hit the road tonight,” he replies once he knows everything.

  “You don't have to leave tonight,” I lie, wanting to see him so bad it hurts.

  “And wait to see you?” he asks.

  Heat pools in my belly at the thought. I can't wait to see him, either.

  Smiling to myself, I reply, “Hurry,” and then add, “but drive safe because it'll really suck if you get in an accident.”

  He laughs. “Fair enough.”

  “Thank you so much Asher. I can't tell you what this means to me.”

  “You can thank me with a kiss when you see me.”

  I decide against telling him he's going to get a lot more than a kiss. “Deal.”

  After we hang up I hug my phone to my chest, wishing it was him.

  I don't have long to rest; I still have work to do tonight. Pushing away from my desk, I slip my phone back into my pocket, letting my hand linger on it as I leave my office. Stopping by the front desk, I add Asher as a guest to my room.

  “Is he your boyfriend?” Giselle asks, leaning over the front desk and grinning from ear to ear.

  Since I'm not sure what we are officially, I nod but keep my mouth shut.

  “I can't wait to see what he looks like since he's got to be the reason you've been turning Rasmus down.”

  Boy, do I wish I could be a fly on the wall when he gets here. Rasmus may be sexy as hell but he's got nothing on Asher.

  “You're in for a treat,” I reply.

  “Oh, what does he look like?” she asks.

  I shake my head and give her a little finger wave.

  “Come on,” she calls after me.

  I giggle to myself as I head to the ballroom. Once I've confirmed there's nothing I need to do there, I make my way back to the roof.

  Two of the waiters are smoking by the elevator. They quickly put out their cigarettes and get back to work when they see me. It's been years since I've had a drag. That doesn't mean I don't longingly stare at their discarded butts.

  Forcing myself to walk away, I hurry over to the tables to see how our replacement dessert is faring.

  “It's a hit,” one of our waiters says as I approach before I even have time to ask.

  “That's great news.”

  The rest of my night is split between both events, just to ensure things continue to run smoothly.

  “A little bird told me you have a friend joining you tonight.”

  Spinning around, I say, “Fiona, I didn't hear you.”

  How she can walk across these marble floors in spiked heels without making a sound is nothing short of magical.

  “So, who’s the guy?”

  “Is it cool he shares my room? I didn't think to ask first.”

  She waves her hand. “Of course, after you spill on who he is. Last I heard you were dating that Gregor guy.”

  I cringe. “Ugh, please don't remind me. What did I ever see in him?”

  “Yeah, he's a douche. Was he at least good in bed?”

  Making a so-so motion with my hand, I say, “meh.”

  “A douche and meh in bed, what were you thinking?” she asks, nose scrunching up in distaste.

  “He was an accessory for the life I thought I wanted,” I reply.

  She studies my face. “And this new guy?”

  I hold her gaze, my lips tipping up. “He's the real deal.”

  Reaching for my arm, she links it with her own. “I'm going to need more than that.”

  Laughing with her, I don’t hesitate to tell her a little more about the man I’m slowly falling for. “His name is Asher. He's unlike anyone I've ever met. He lives in New Hampshire in the gorgeous house he built himself on a lake. He dropped everything and is coming here right now to fix this arch Mr. Knight is adamant needs to be a part of the ceremony.”

  Dropping my arm, she moves in front of me and grips both of my shoulders. “Are you saying he's some honest to God lumberjack?”

  “I've never seen him chop down a tree but I'm sure he could,” I reply.

  “How’s he in bed?”

  I consider admitting we haven't actually done the deed or bragging about his... log.

  “Don't hold out on me,” she pleads.

  “We haven't slept together,” I admit.

  She squints at me. “What's he going to do, sleep on the floor?”

  I shake my head. “We were getting to the good stuff when you called.”

  She gasps, pressing a hand to her chest. “I cockblocked you?”

  I burst out laughing. “It's okay.”

  “It most certainly is not. I'm having a romance basket of goodies sent up to your room and you are forbidden from leaving that room until you're both thoroughly laid.”

  I've never considered Fiona a friend before now and I wonder how differently things would have gone the last time I was in New York if I had. “You don't have to.”

  She shrugs. “I know I don’t, that’s what makes it fun.”

  Fiona walks away before I can say anything else. If there's someone who has perfected a grand exit, it's her.

  The rest of the night drags by as I check the time on my phone twice a minute, every minute until the wedding reception and anniversary parties are both in their clean up phases.

  With the exception of the last-minute dessert change, and a drunken bridesmaid who needed to be cut off and put to bed, both events went smoothly. After a farewell to the cleanup crew, I head to my room. I've been on my feet dashing between each all night, not to mention the planning consultations I had beforehand. I need to shower and change before Asher gets here.

  I see the gift basket Fiona had sent up the moment I open the door to my suite. Considering its size, it'd be hard to miss. My eyes bug when I see its contents. This is not the standard romance basket, this one is way naughtier.

  Condoms, lubricant, edible panties, massage oil, furry handcuffs, X-rated truth or dare cards, and a blindfold are in it. With a laugh, I stash it in a closet so Asher doesn't think I have nothing but sex on my mind.

  Granted, I do have sex on my mind but I’d be happy just to hold him tonight. After my shower, I opt against reapplying my makeup and change into yoga pants and a t-shirt. If there's one thing I know about Asher, it's that fancy clothes and makeup don't impress him.

  Sprawling out across my bed, I wait for him. I make it all of five minutes before I pass out.

  Seventeen

  Asher

  “Hello sir, welcome to Haven. How may I assist you this evening?” The clerk with a name tag that says Giselle asks.

  “I'm Asher Thompson. Paige Sullivan said to give my name to you.”

  Her eyes widen and she gives me a broad smile. “Paige is the best. Let me grab your key.”

  As she passes me my room key, she says, “The second set of elevators will take you to the suite levels.”

  “Thank you,” I reply.

  “That's Paige’s boyfriend,” I hear her whisper to the other front desk clerk as I walk away.

  “Damn. Go Paige,” the other woman replies and I feel the back of my neck redden at their attention.

  The elevator is thankfully empty the entire ride up to Paige’s floor. I’ve been here five minutes and I already feel like I’m suffocating.

  Since the level is entirely made up of suites, I'm not surprised there aren't many rooms on it. This place, from the main lobby, to this floor, is all glass and steel.

  It's cold and modern, nothing at all like my lake house. Before moving back home, this city was where she chose to make her home. I have a hard time not wondering if this could be what she wants.

  When I reach her door, even with my keycard, I knock. Hearing nothing from the other side, I open it. Dimmed lights illuminate the sofa area. Quietly, I set my duffle by the door. My tools are in my Jeep, safely parked in the underground lot. Not seeing Paige, I open the door closest to me, and then blink at the basket I see.<
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  Handcuffs, a blindfold? Gulping, I quickly close the door. Last thing I want to do is go caveman on Paige when I see her. I move to the next door and find the bathroom, complete with walk in shower and separate soaking tub.

  The next door leads to the bedroom, and Paige.

  Stopping in the doorway, I drink her in. It's the first time I've ever seen her sleep. She's stunning, even now. My breath steadies as I focus on her alone and shut the rest of this place out.

  Quietly, I strip off my clothes and, careful not to wake her, I shift her beneath the covers and slide in beside her. Settling her in my arms, the chaotic presence of the city around us dissolves.

  “Asher.”

  Blinking open my eyes, I look down my body to see a gorgeous vixen straddling me.

  “Paige,” I rasp, my hands sliding up her thighs.

  She surprises me by slipping free of my grasp and moving to stand beside the bed. “Come with me.”

  “No, I liked you right where you were,” I say reaching for her.

  With a giggle, she dodges me, shaking her finger. Flopping over onto my stomach I groan and try to pull the covers over my head.

  She tugs at them, “Come on big guy. I have plans for you.”

  Lifting my head, I meet her gaze and ask, “From that basket?”

  She blushes bright red and covers her face. “I can't believe you saw that.”

  Shifting off of the bed, I close the distance between us and pull her into my arms. “Don't be embarrassed.”

  “Fiona sent that basket up when she heard you were coming. I let it slip that her call interrupted us and she's trying to make up for it.”

  Dropping my face into her hair, I laugh. When I look at her she's no longer blushing, her embarrassment gone.

  Reaching for my hand, she pulls me toward the bathroom. “No one is interrupting us this time.”

  Hooking my thumb over my shoulder, I point to where we just left. “The bed is that way.”

  She shakes her head and I start to wonder if she wants to shower together. I have to admit, all those times with her in the lake, her body wet and hot against mine is something I wouldn't mind recreating.

  “Oh, we’re just pit stopping here. I've been fantasizing about our first time together and no way does it involve morning breath.”

  “Morning breath?”

  Her eyes widen. “You may be Mr. Perfect but I'm sure even you're afflicted with dragon breath in the morning.”

  This time I laugh. “Dragon breath?”

  “Oh just shut up and brush your teeth,” she replies.

  “Let me grab my toothbrush,” I concede and she drops my hand.

  Never, in my wildest dreams did I ever think brushing teeth with a woman could act as foreplay. That is, until Paige.

  She stands in front of me, her back pressed to my front. Each time she bends forward to rinse, her ass rubs against my groin, and the loose neck of her tee gives me a glimpse. All we’re doing is brushing our teeth and I'm getting hard.

  Granted, doing just about anything with Paige gets me hard nowadays.

  Meeting my eyes in the mirror, she bends again, completely aware of the effect it's having on me. Leaning over her, I rinse my mouth and set my brush down. Slowly, she sets hers next to mine.

  Turning my head, I press my lips to her neck, my hands dropping to grip her hips. Her hands cover mine, as she turns her face to me. My lips leave the soft skin of her neck to take her mouth instead.

  Has it truly only been a week and a half since the last time we kissed?

  Shifting her body so she’s facing me, she coils her arms around my neck and I straighten, lifting her up with me. Her legs circle my hips, my hands going to her ass. Taking one step, and then another, I have one destination in mind.

  When I reach her bed, I drop to it, covering her body with mine. Her hands go to my boxers but I stop them, grasping her by her wrists and pinning them over her head. She blinks at me, her lips parted and swollen from my kisses.

  “You first,” I say.

  Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as I move one of my hands to the bottom of her tee. Moving beside her, I keep her wrists above her head as I drag her shirt upward exposing her stomach.

  Dropping my head, I kiss and lick her skin as her legs begin to restlessly shift on the bed.

  “Ash,” she groans as my tongue grazes the underside of her breast.

  Easing her shirt up further, cotton caresses her nipples before uncovering them for me. I watch, transfixed as the cool air of the room causes them to tighten into little buds.

  Letting go of her shirt, my hands move to cup her breasts, my thumbs tweaking those taut buds. My mouth waters to taste her. Surrendering to that need, my lips close over one of her nipples and I suck.

  Her back bows off of the bed as she squirms beneath me.

  “You're killing me,” she groans.

  I'm killing her? It's definitely the other way around. Her very being is undoing me, and the way she responds to my touch is making me harder than I've ever been.

  My hand drifts down her stomach and into the loose pants she's wearing. Her hips lift to meet my touch.

  Pushing my hand under the seam of her panties, I cup her sex.

  Lifting my head from her breast, I look at her flushed face. “Feel good?”

  She bites her lip and nods, spreading her legs wider for me. Accepting her invitation, I begin to pleasure her with my fingers. I want to bury myself inside her but it's been so long, I'm nervous I won't last. All I'm focused on right now is getting her off.

  She fucks my fingers, her hips bucking to meet my movements.

  “Ash.”

  I love the way she says my name, there is nothing sexier. “God, I want you.”

  “T-take me,” she replies, her voice hitching.

  “Not until I get you off first,” I tell her, easing another finger inside her as my thumb massages her clit.

  “I'm almost there,” she breathes.

  My eyes lock on her face, all of my attention on her. It doesn't take long for her to go over the edge.

  “Oh, there, oh, oh, there, right, Jesus, there. I'm... Oh God yes.”

  Her eyes lock on mine as her climax ripples against my fingers.

  Taking a deep, steadying breath, I fight against blowing my load in my boxers.

  Her body goes tight and then liquid as she groans out her release.

  Only then do I let go of her hands. She instantly reaches for me, her hands framing my face as she tips my face up to kiss me. I continue to finger her as one of her hands leaves my face to shove into my boxers.

  “Hell,” I groan when her hand wraps around me.

  “Not hell,” she corrects, stroking me. “I'm about to make you see heaven.”

  Big words but, the expert way she touches me I have no doubt she will.

  Her shirt slips down to cover one of her breasts and I regret not taking it off her earlier.

  I want to feel her skin against mine. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

  With a laugh, she kisses me fast and hard. Then, breaking our kiss and letting go of my cock, she whips her shirt off over her head. Next, her hands go to the waistband of her pants. My hand stills in her as she presses her legs together before pushing both her pants and her panties down her legs.

  She undressed without moving my hand I realize, in awe of her. I'm not sure I can manage to lose my boxers and keep fingering her at the same time. There's only one way to find out.

  My concern is unneeded since Paige takes care of them for me. Her hand resuming to stroke me before my boxers hit the floor. Straddling me, she jerks my cock between our bodies as I kiss her.

  “Let me grab a condom from the basket,” I say.

  She shakes her head. “You don't have to, I'm clean and on the pill.”

  Shifting up, she positions herself over me, waiting for me to make the next move, giving me time to still get the condom if I want it.

  Easing my fingers from h
er, I grip her hips, pushing her down as I press my hips up. She wraps her arms around my neck, her breasts pressed to my chest. Holding each other’s gaze, I slowly fill her for the first time.

  My heart thunders in my chest as I fight back the need to pound into her. It's not until she's full of me that I close my eyes. Then I count to five, wanting to remember this exact moment for the rest of my life. I'm in control of myself, until she swivels her hips.

  Twisting us both until she's on her back beneath me, I stare down at her.

  As if reading my mind, she answers the question I didn't ask. “Fuck me.”

  Hooking her knees over my elbows, I fold myself over her, taking her mouth with mine as I fuck her hard.

  She whimpers against my lips as I lose myself in her. Thrust after thrust my body tightens, unable to hold back the approaching explosion of my release. Our bodies are slick with sweat, each and every one of my muscles straining to push harder, deeper.

  Lifting my head, I watch her writhe beneath me, her body bucking to meet each advance of my cock. Her bright blue eyes lock onto mine and my soul shakes with the intensity of it. I knew just how much I wanted her in my life when I fixed the cabin up for her.

  Then, I could only hope we would someday be here, connected this way. Now, moving inside her, feeling pleasure I never thought was possible, I know without a doubt she's all I want, all I'll ever want.

  Dropping one of her legs, I move my hand to cup her face, my thumb caressing her cheek. Her lips part, her chest rising as she pushes her head back into the pillow and cries out. Her core pulses against my cock, the unmistakable evidence of her release.

  Whatever small hope I have of lasting longer vanishes, my climax quickly following hers.

  She wraps me in her arms and legs as I spill into her. Panting, I collapse, turning us to our sides as I fall. By some miracle, our bodies remain connected.

  “That was…” she trails off.

  “Incredible,” I finish for her, making her smile.

  She presses her cheek to my chest and I comb my fingers through her hair.

  “I wish we could stay in bed all day,” she says.

  “We can't?” I ask, only partially teasing.