She sat on the bed and brought him directly in front of her, again sliding her hands down his sides. “Don’t move, Asher.”

Leaning over, Jenny forced a hot breath through the fabric of his boxer briefs, over the crown of his cock. Asher sucked in a quick gasp. She kissed the edge of his skin, dipping her tongue below the waist of his drawers. “I want to taste you.”

He groaned. “Sweetheart.”

Her palms slid down to his hips, smoothing over his well-developed thighs and taking with them his boxer briefs. He stepped out of them and stood on display for her. Naked and sculpted. Virile and potent.

His erection was thick, massive, and reaching for her. “Ash…”

Her hands ran up the backs of his thighs, smoothing over the solid muscles of his rear. She nuzzled her cheek against his length, mouth watering. She could almost taste the salty, savory strength. As she squeezed him, he swayed. She could do anything she wanted, and he would let her.

“This is what it feels like,” she whispered.

“What?” his voice rasped.

“You’re one of the most powerful men in the world.” Two hands rocked him, up and down. “This is how you must feel.”

His eyes pinched closed. “And how’s that, sweetheart?”

“In control. Confident. So sure of myself I might explode.”

The corners of his lips ticked into a smile. “You and me both.”

“Here’s to a night of fireworks.” Her mouth enveloped the broad tip, and his cock speared into her mouth. A hint of salt, the musk of sex… All her senses were alive.

She stroked and suckled. His muscles contracted, his breath stuttered. Asher’s hands knotted into her hair, guiding and demanding.

He murmured her name, and each thrust reached for her throat. He was more than she could handle, like drowning on an unexpected dream come true. Heat flourished inside her womb, and she met every growl and groan he offered. Every erotic sound, taste, and texture made her core beg for attention.

She kept one hand on him, but the other unbuttoned the top of her pants and slid to the top of her panties. How many times had she touched herself while thinking of him? Her fingers found dampness. She widened her knees and took him further in her mouth, moaning as she touched her clitoris.

His breath heaved. “Are you touching yourself?”

She nodded.

“Fuck, sweetheart.”

God, she wanted to taste him. She looked up, pleading with her eyes to keep going.

He untangled his hand from her hair and unclasped the back of her bra. She slid it off but stayed in the moment. Her body was reeling. Passion burned through her veins. Her pussy wept for him. Her clit had swollen, pleasure rolling and building.

He stepped to the side, moving to the bed. She stayed with him, going on her knees as he sat down. Asher sheared her pants and panties down to her thighs. His palm caressed her rear then dipped between her legs. Two fingers teased her wetness, toying with her opening. The pleasure was almost too intense.