Page 137 of Twisted Truth

“You want to come, Ella?”

“Yes!”

“Then you have to promise me something,” he says between breaths.

“What?”

“You’ll let me do that again.”

“We haven’t discussed . . . decided if we’re moving forward,” I say, also between breaths.

“I think that line is fucked at this point, don’t you? We’ll renegotiate.”

I don’t answer right away. I know I should say no, that I shouldn’t agree to it.

“I don’t hear promises coming from you, Ella,” Asher growls, slowing his work.

I whimper in protest.

“Promise me,” Asher demands, his voice low and hard, leaving no room to doubt his intention.

Fuck it. The Ella of tomorrow will no doubt have regrets orthoughts on the matter. But the Ella of right now wants nothing more than another fucking amazing orgasm courtesy of Asher Langford and his talented fingers and tongue.

“I promise.”

“Good girl.”

Asher doubles down, his fingers back inside me, his mouth sucking my clit. And before I know it, I’m falling over the edge again, shouting his name as I come on his tongue.

When the last waves of my orgasm fade, Asher lifts his face. I stare down at him while his head sits directly between my legs, and my fingers are still gripped in his hair. Fire burns in his eyes, which are so dilated they’re almost wholly black, and his chin and lips glisten from my arousal.

The picture of him nearly does me in.

It’s erotic and heady, and any last reserves I had disintegrate. There is no living with Asher and not succumbing to him. His pull is too strong, and I don’t want to fight it any longer.

Asher keeps his eyes locked with mine as he presses one, two, three sweet kisses to my pussy.

“We have to get you cleaned up for real now,” he says, in a low, rough voice. “But this isn’t over. It’s far from fucking over.”

I’ve never agreed so wholeheartedly.

38

ASHER

“Gentleman, may I present my beautiful girlfriend, Ella Hale,” I say, placing my hand on Ella’s lower back as I introduce her to the executives of Lennox Rose Group.

They murmur their greetings and shake her hand while raking appreciative eyes over her. I grit my teeth in annoyance but bite my tongue. Sterling claps me a little too hard on the back, and I school my features. I must not be hiding my annoyance as well as I thought. Sterling gives me a hard look, and I know what he’s thinking without him saying it—what he’s trying to remind me of.It’s good these men find her attractive and alluring, that is the type of woman to sell their brands.Also,you need to keep your annoyance at their blatant stares under fucking control.

I shoot him a,I fucking know, look. I know what’s at stake. He doesn’t have to remind me.

“We have several representatives of our brands here, Ms. Hale,” Warren says, shaking her hand last. “We would like to fit you with some clothing and accessories to wear as you tour London this week, and we’ll see how things go.”

Our next meeting is scheduled for Friday. Our trip to London has been extended another week, and it must go off without a hitch. We have until Friday to convince Lennox Rose Group that Langford Holdings is the right choice to take their brands to the next level, and Ella is now a major part of that. We have six days to ensure their clothes and accessories are photographed all over London. Six days to be doubly sure we close this deal.

“I have a final itinerary,” Matthew says, sidling up to me as Ella goes into a second room with the stylists. “Today is the fittings, and tonight you’re having a family dinner with Ella and Sterling. Your aunt Bethany that lives in Edinburgh is coming down, and Ella’s sister is joining as well.”

“I must have missed all this in the background on Ella; I don’t remember seeing a sister. She was listed as an only child.”