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SOFT, SHORT KISSES

Author: Playtime Mistress
last update publish date: 2026-04-12 00:30:26
The detective looks like he wants to jump over the table and punch my face until it’s a bloody mess. I shiver, giving him the stink eye.

“Am I supposed to feel safe when the police looks like he wants to murder me?” Throwing in a fake gasp at the end.

The detective gets to his feet nosily, looking down at me from under his nose. Like hell I’d let that happen. I also get to my feet, smirking at him when I have a few inches on him. I’m not a short man by any means, Asher is just ridiculously tall.
Playtime Mistress

Hello there! Quick authors note. I'm stuck on the next book, I have a few ideas that I'm excited to share, but I'm not sure which to share first. So I decided to let the audience decide. Wouldn't that be fun? In the upcoming days, I'll post snippets, teasers, blurbs, book covers of the upcoming books, and the publishing will come in order of votes. Is that okay? There's going to be sports MM, Mafia MM, Doctor/patient MM, College students MM, taboo MM, paranormal MM(Not werewolf, although you can check out my werewolf MM, I really love that one.) You can vote for the next book on my social media, if you're not following it already it's Playtime Mis on FB. This is not to say that we'd soon be saying bye Carson and Asher, there's still more in store. Thank you for your love and support! Until next time!

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  • According to his secretary    ON COMMAND

    I don’t realize I’d fallen asleep until I feel the sun on my skin. The first thing I do is swat at the empty space where Asher should be, wanting to feel the warmth of his skin, and soak up his scent. But he’s not there.“Did I wake you?” his voice says instead from somewhere in the room. Pushing myself up, I find already dressed and ready for work. His hair perfectly coifed. He looks so good.“What time is it?”He smiles at me, a warm, soft thing that rips open a bag of butterflies at the base of my stomach.This man is dangerous for my heart health. “11:40.”“Shit,” I curse, pulling the covers off me and shuffling off the bed. I glance at him, then pointed glare at him.“You’re already dressed. Why didn’t you wake me?”He takes my hand, snatching me to himself, I have to clamp my mouth shut to keep from screaming.“You’re gorgeous in your sleep. I couldn’t possibly wake you.” he tells me, eyes darting to my mouth.My pulse spikes.Tongue wetting my lower lip.Asher leans forward,

  • According to his secretary    TOO MUCH

    “That was so fucking incredible.” he breathes. I grin at the praise. Then I watch as he searches for something, I only have to be confused for a few seconds before my question is answered. He’d also brought up lube and condoms. When he meets my eyes, he rolls his eyes.“I want to feel you wrap around me.”Fuck.My dick twitches in excitement.Asher knows how to get a man excited. I shimmy out of my pants and briefs and I lay on my back, waiting for him.Our eyes reconnect, and a lot of emotions pass through those lovely grey eyes, lust shining through, something else, something soft. It chokes me so bad that it’s difficult for me to breathe.His eyes crawl up my body, I blush under his stare. It’s not the first time he’s seen me completely naked, there’s no need to feel shy, yet– He softly parts my legs, bringing his mouth to my V line, he trails kisses along my waist, the insides of my thighs, leaving me feverish every time his mouth comes in contact with my skin. “You’re so b

  • According to his secretary    SHOW ME YOU'RE MINE

    Asher had set up the roof top while I was in the conversation with Robin. He sold the rooftop short. It has a breath taking view of the city from up here, the lights twinkling in the distance, blankets of white snow on the rooftops, snow flakes falling lazily…It’s all so beautiful that I let myself relax in the moment of it all.Asher drapes a heavy blanket over my shoulders, until he does, I had no idea how much I needed it. My free hands grip the blanket like a lifeline.“I knew about the cold thing.” he starts.Turning to him, he has a blanket around his shoulders, sipping from his cup slowly. His nose and cheeks pink from the cold. He’s adorable.“But you constantly offered me a jacket, you always brought a jacket for me.” I say with surprise.He shrugs, the blanket going up and down is almost cartoon-ish.“I’m starting to feel cold lately,” I admit, the words causing my throat to get sticky on the insides.Asher shuffles closer to me, trying to put his arms around me, but the la

  • According to his secretary    WARM

    “Oh. Right. I hadn’t told anyone yet. I’m staying over at Asher’s place for the night.” I explain with a proud chuckle when Robin gives me a perplexed look about taking us to the address on the navigation system instead of taking me home.Robin’s expression clouds over, his eyes meeting Asher’s in the rear view mirror, Asher meets his fiery gaze with a cool one of his own. I have no idea what’s going on, and swinging my head to look at both of them makes me feel like throwing up all over the car. Robin’s eyes track to mine and I let out a small squeak. Asher’s hand on my shoulders curl around me protectively, I sink into his touch. My head rolling on to his shoulders. It’s surprisingly comfortable. Every part of Asher is comfortable.“I’m not your fucking Uber.” Robin murmurs, returning his eyes to the road.For the rest of the ride I have my face out of the window, feeling the wind against my flushed skin feels good. The streets are almost deserted. It’s even colder at night, so I u

  • According to his secretary    IT'S YOU

    “Rematch.” I say as our food arrives. The wait staff apologizes for the delay, but my eyes remain on my secretary. A cheater.He gives a short laugh, picking up a hot fry and tossing it into his mouth and then nodding.“Why would I do that? It was a fair, and square match.”I snort, already clearing the space for our rematch, never mind the fact that the second our skin makes contact I’ll probably jump over this table and suck faces with him until I come.“That was the most unfair, unsquare match I’ve ever seen. And this is coming from someone who makes situations unfair for others to make a living.” I challenge.His expression softens, smile disappearing and I almost go out in search for a gun to end myself for ruining this, instead I back track. Putting my arm out, wiggling my fingers and daring him to make a move, if he could.The smile crawls back into his eyes and I let out a silent sigh of relief.“Now this has to be fair and square–” he says as he takes my hand, I push myself

  • According to his secretary    BEST DATE? DAY? EVER

    “I didn’t realize how see through your shirt was.” he murmurs, hands slowing, making me moan at the loss of his touch. “Lights make all the difference.” I explain impatiently, ready to go back to the way his hands slide against me, the feel of him behind me.Asher makes a sound at the back of his throat, and I nearly beg him to touch me again, but he takes my hand and walks to the bar, asking for another drink. “I’m thirsty.”When his drink comes out, he throws everything back.I watch him in slight amusement. “How thirsty exactly?” I signal for a drink of my own when Asher stops it, I groan a complaint.“Who’s going to drive?”“That’s okay, we’ll sober up before we leave anyway.” I say, snatching the drink quickly, his hands meet the empty shot glass.I grin at him, feeling the sticky liquid down in my throat. “The only way to get it out now is with your tongue.”Asher shakes his head at me, a small smile playing on his lips, only then do I realize his eyes are glazed over. “I sh

  • According to his secretary    NOTHING

    Asher drops my hand, extricating himself from me.I whine from the lose of his body warmth. He couldn’t just do that and leave! Nobody does that.But he does.And just like that, the tension snaps, left hanging with nowhere to go. “It might be scary,” I start softly, “I know mine was. But yours e

  • According to his secretary    TAKE ME TO BED

    Never in my wildest imagination did I think Asher would take me to my bed. Okay, that’s an obvious lie, I’ve had imagined it loads of times, wilder than just taking me by the hand, up the stairs. I pinch myself to make sure this isn’t some Carson directed movie, playing in my head, where I’m both

  • According to his secretary    ANOTHER REJECTION

    My phone dings in succession. I keep my eyes on Asher, throat tight. I’m afraid if I say anything I’d just end up screaming.“Not you.”What the hell does that mean?He takes advantage of the few seconds I’m left stunned, gently pushing me back and sliding out of the sofa. He’s avoiding me again.

  • According to his secretary    A DARN GOOD KISSER

    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

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