Later I’d condemn my wildly inappropriate musings. Later I’d worry about the repercussions. Later I’d stitch my heart back together after I gave myself a moment to imagine what it would be like to have Asher give me everything.

The room melted away. The cries of the woman in front of me, the grunts of exhortation from the man licking her into a frenzy faded to nothingness and I drifted to the other time, the place where Asher and I were alone—my dress around my hips, his cock buried deep, me screaming his name, begging for more. Unconsciously I clenched my thighs seeking relief from the ache he’d caused. In my altered state of mind, I could feel his lips on mine, his tongue exploring, his hands roaming in his quest to own my body.

“You make yourself come, baby, and all bets are off,” he rasped.

I wanted all bets to be off. I wanted him to carry me into one of the privacy rooms and make good on the empty promises he’d threatened.

“If you don’t want me to come by myself then you better—”

“Sloane.”

My name sounded like an invocation, a beautiful, torturous plea to show mercy. However, I was too far gone, too deep in the illusion of our moment.

“I’m close,” I whispered.

From one breath to the next Asher was on his feet cradling me to his chest. It took both an eternity and an instant before he had us in a privacy room and I was on my feet and backed against the wall.

“Is this what you want?” Asher growled and yanked my dress up around my hips. “This?” he asked and hastily shoved my panties to the side before he thrust two fingers deep into me.

“Yes.”

“Then take it.” His voice vibrated with anger but I ignored it as I ground down on his fingers. “But when you come, you do it just for me.”

Asher’s intrusion felt violent as he fucked me with his fingers—curling and twisting before he pulled out and shoved them back in. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, praying my legs wouldn’t give out as my orgasm fast approached.

“Kiss me,” I begged.

“Oh, no,” he cruelly denied. “I warned you I didn’t share. Not your body. Not your moans. And I sure as fuck don’t share your orgasms. You pushed for this, now you take what I’m willing to give you. You wanna get off, take it, Sloane, but I will not kiss you. Not fucking here, not fucking ever in this goddamned place.”

My body gave into his ministrations and the orgasm broke before I could process what he said or the disgust in his tone.

“Ash—”

“No.” His free hand hooked me around the back of the neck and he yanked me to his chest as my body betrayed me and continued to spasm around his fingers.

What did I just do?

Holy shit, what had I done?

“Oh my God,” I mumbled against his suit jacket. “That wasn’t…”