LOGINFrom the stiffening of Asher’s spine, I make an accurate guess of who’s going and my blood runs cold. Not from fear, but from anger. He’s not even here and he’s managing to ruin something so important to me. Asher swipes accept but doesn’t leave the room, so I make myself busy, just to seem like I’m not eager to know what Crawful wants to say to him.Then he surprises me by putting the call on speaker phone. When I meet his eyes, unspoken words pass between us. An understanding. I swallow, and there’s the taste of him on my lips and in my mouth.“Hall,”“Yes sir,” Asher is using the professional voice he’s long lost with me, and I’m gad he has, he doesn’t sound like my Asher. “The boy won his case?”I send a confused look at the phone, then at Asher who has his lips pressed together, like he’s embarrassed on my father’s behalf. He’s not the one calling his only child, ‘the boy’, there’s no need to be embarrassed. Plus, it could be worse, he could call me, ‘the money maker’, like I
I don’t remember exactly when I started to prefer the cold over warm. But I know my preference was strange. Coldwater is suspended in a state of perpetual cold. Most of the residents seek warmth like their life depends on it. I don’t do that. The only warmth I’ve liked is hot chocolate.Until Asher has me wrapped in his arms. He’s naturally very warm, like almost hot blooded, and in Carson speak, I’m supposed to be on the other side of the bed, away from his smothering body heat. However…I snuggle deeper into his hold, pretending to be asleep as I burrow into his chest. His possessive hold around me tightens. It’s difficult to go to bed. I have this now, but when will I have it again? Would he mind if I sleep over again? His breath is warm.I want it. I want to taste him again. Glancing up at him, eyes shut, like I should be doing.Wow– I think to myself– he has such pretty lashes… his straight nose bridge is unfair. He’s so perfect. My eyes fall on his mouth, my breath catche
Asher is unaware of the chaos he’s brought upon my poor heart with his smile. He’s given me one of his old shorts to change into, the only reason it fits is because it’s an old one. “Sit here, let me clean.” he says, pointing towards the dining area, which was thankfully spared from the water.That snaps me out of my daze, I narrow my eyes at him.“I’m not a child, Warden Hall, I can actually help out.”He raises a brow, “Who said anything about a child?”I wag a finger in his direction, his chest is covered in his at home shirt, so I’m not distracted by his sculpted abs and perfect arms, his perfectly beautiful face is enough distraction though. “That’s the tone you use with a child. Granted, I’m a bit spoiled.”He purses his lips in a way that tells me he’s holding back a laugh.“Okay fine, a lot spoiled, but that’s your fault. And you not letting me clean is spoiling me even more, in case you’re wondering.” He ponders my case for a second, hands on hips, I make a show of gettin
In my disorientated state, Asher strips and finds a condom and lube in the while that I’m still reeling from that orgasm and what he said after. He comes back and kisses me, a soft thing that gives me a fluttery feeling in my belly.“I want to be inside you,” he mutters against my mouth, breath hot, body hotter.God.Have I fallen into an alternate dimension? Is the man who I’ve wanted for months, staring at me with desire so intense it lights me up from inside? He is burning and aching with need for me like I am for him? His fingers slide down my sides, barely touching, yet it’s all my body needs, I turn and ache for him every which way as he touches my very raw nerves, tugging them like a professional. “Ash, I need you.” I moan,He lets out a deep sound that sends shivers down my spine.Asher sheaths himself up, drizzling cold lube on himself and me, he adds more than enough, despite the coolness, the act warms me up.Asher holds my thigh with one hand, his length in the other, he
“Will you give me a tour of your house?” I murmur, hands going round his waist, locking him in an embrace from behind. Asher stills, he’s already making something on the stove, he’s so efficient and fast. “I’m using a knife,” he warns, putting the knife far from reach, like I would accidentally fall on it and harm myself. I scoff a little, “I’m not a child.”He twists to have a view of my face, and raises a brow when he sees my expression, there must be something wildly childish in there because a smile presses against his lips. “No fair, I gave you a tour of mine when you came over the first time.” I continue.He snorts– I can’t get used to the sound no matter how much I try– dropping everything in his hands as he turns in my arms, “You were playing a game on your phone on the sofa and went,” he changes his voice to something caught between bored and uninterested before continuing while I watch him, mouth agape.“There’s the kitchen, my bedroom’s upstairs, stay away or I won’t t
I’ve discovered Asher is an untainted safe space. He works for Crawful, he’s supposed to be his spy, yet, he’s the most innocent of us all.He doesn’t fight me when I wrap my arms around him in a hug, melting into his body as Fiona exits the office. His hands holds a tray with my hot chocolate and his cup of coffee. But his body is enough for me, when we touch it’s like nothing else exists in the universe, it’s just me and him.Safe.“Take me home.” I murmur, but he hears me anyway. He leans forward, kissing the side of my neck before pulling away, instantly I miss the warmth he carries around. If I’m not committed to the keep this a secret from Crawful bit, I’d drape all over him as we walk to the parking lot. But thank the heaven for small mercies, we’d be wrapped around each other the whole night. “Do you want anything specific for dinner?” he asks as he puts the car out of the parking lot.I lower the windows, snow flutters to the ground lazily, putting my hands out the window,
My head hurts.I have no idea where I am.The only thing on my mind is the kiss.Warm, soft.. Asher.He kisses better than whatever I cooked up inside my head. Asher kissed me like he was trying to prove a point. My finger tips find my lips, a giddy smile stretching them.He kissed me again. Not j
“Warden Hall? What the hell are you doing here?” I ask, squinting into the dark.Music pulses around me, the world slowing.Aw shit.I’m getting drunk already. Glaring at the pink stained cup like it forced me to drink the contents. When I direct my gaze back to where Asher was standing, he’s stil
My mouth latches unto the straw of my chocolate milk, sucking the contents, I focus on one of the numerous game posters Robin has on his walls. “Well, I’ll be damned. He actually admitted to kissing you.” Robin says with an incredulous laugh, eyes still on his game, thumb pushing at the controller
I ended up eating my ice cream all by myself. Of course he wasn’t going to eat the ice cream, he’s Asher Hall, example of the straights. Changing out of my battle royale suit, and choosing a soft navy blue shirt and black pants, and I think one of the perks of working from home is the fact that I







