Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Me: And what would that be?
Ashton: The part where I don’t let you come.
That does sound torturous. So why am I tingling between my legs at the thought? I don’t have time to think about it further. The door to the conference room opens, and my father and several of the partners start to trickle out.
I put my phone away and get back to work, determined to keep busy enough to edge out thoughts of Ashton in a hotel room, but there’s no amount of willpower in the world that can keep me from wondering what he’s going to do to me tonight.
Chapter Twenty-One
Sadie
Ashton is a pervert, plain and simple. Sure, he’s a gorgeous pervert with his endearing cocky smile, hard muscles I want to grope for hours, and the mischievous and sexy glint that lights his eyes when he’s turned on.
He’s still a pervert.
The lingerie ensemble I took out of the box and laid on the king-sized bed in the hotel suite is evidence enough. Plum colored lace shelf bra—the kind that will leave my nipples exposed—and matching crotchless panties. Not just crotchless, but this scrap of lace opens in the back as well, which tells me one thing.
Ashton’s got plans for my ass.
A pair of black thigh-highs and garter belt complete the outfit.
I gaze around the large room, impressed with the suite despite my nerves. The side facing out is a wall of windows dressed in gauzy curtains that flow to the floor. I can imagine them billowing into the room if the windows were left open. A doorway leads into a bathroom that appears bigger than the kitchen in my apartment.
He went all out for this night, which makes me wonder what he’s up to. Surely, he could have gotten this punishment thing over with at his house?
So why a hotel suite?
I’m equal amounts intrigued, scared, and excited. As I’m fingering the soft lace, my cell dings from inside my purse on the nightstand. I dig it out, and one glance at the screen kicks my heart into overdrive.
Ashton: Be ready in ten minutes. I want your sexy little body in that lingerie. Wait for me on your hands and knees on the bed. Face the headboard and don’t move when I come in. Understand?
Is he serious?
Jesus, he is.
I shoot off a quick “yes” then grab the lingerie before hurrying into the bathroom. There’s a jetted tub, and I’d love nothing more than to spend an hour in it, soaking in hot water and bubbles. It sounds like heaven.
But there’s no time for wishful fantasies of relaxation. I freshen up quickly before dressing in Ashton’s slutwear. Even if it is racy, leaving me too exposed and vulnerable, I can’t help but admire my figure in the full-length mirror. With my hair cascading around my shoulders—because I know he likes it down—and my breasts spilling over the shelf of the deep purple bra, I’ve never felt sexier.
What the hell is Ashton doing to me?
Maybe the real question I should ask is what did I do to myself by getting into this situation to begin with? What did I think was going to happen when I crawled under that table and put my mouth on his cock?
Problem is, I wasn’t thinking at all.
I was drunk, desperate, and drawn to Ashton. I’ve been drawn to him for years, but that night, after witnessing what went down in Jake’s office, ignoring my attraction to Ashton Levine was impossible.
And though I’m standing in a hotel room, dressed like a slut and feeling like one, I can’t regret my actions.
We’re gonna be fine. Our friendship is too strong to let this come between us. We’re just having some fucking fun, Sadie.
I return to the bed, eye the clock on the side table, and groan. My heart thuds to the bottom of my gut. I spent too much time in the bathroom, and now I’ve only got two minutes left. Heart pounding a furious tempo in my chest, I crawl onto the mattress and face the headboard, just like he instructed.
Instinctively, I spread my knees and arch my spine until my ass is elevated. I know it’s what he wants.
Me, vulnerable.
My pose submissive and exposed.
Air drifts between my legs, reminding me that there’s no material covering my pussy and the slit of my ass. My nipples tighten into two hard buds. Jesus, I’m turned on. My breaths come fast and thready, then stall altogether as I hear a card slide into the lock, followed by the beep that signals Ashton’s entry into the suite.
“Damn, Sawyer, you’re a sight.”
I’m tempted to turn my head and look at him, but I don’t. Not because he told me not to, but I can’t muster the courage to meet his eyes while I’m on my hands and knees, dressed like this. His quiet steps bring him closer, and I sense him hovering behind me at the end of the mattress. I can’t be sure what he’s up to, but it sounds like he’s unpacking something.