Asher's eyes dropped to his chest where she had poked him, and then back to her. His eyes widened and his mouth opened. Kimberly watched him. Wondering what he was going to do to her. He looked like he was about to say something when a woman, probably one of his team members appeared in the doorway. She held a bag in her hand which she handed to Asher."James told me to give you this" the woman said."Thanks, Madison" Asher said and the woman nodded and left.He handed the bag to Kimberly but she didn't take it from him, so he dumped it on the bed."Just things you should freshen up with. And a change of clothes too. I will be down the hall in the kitchen. You should eat something before we leave"He turned and walked out, leaving the room open this time.Kimberly opened the bag. It contained a toothbrush, paste and the normal bathing stuff. She was surprised

"Do you live here?" she asked, still looking out "No I don't . It's a safe house" "Who else do you bring here" "None of your business" he replied. "Of course" she nodded. "But I still wonder. What exactly do you do with your life that you own a house like this?" she asked. "I prepare in advance for what my clients might need" he said simply. Their eyes met. He read questions in hers. No fear, though, which he respected. She wasn't what he had thought. Maybe not as useless as most women like her. She has backbone and more than a little — He felt it then. Subtle at first, but growing. It filled the room, pressing in on him, stealing air, heating breath. Awareness. Of her. The scent of her skin, the way she moved. Exquisite. He thought to himself, indulging in a brief erotic fantasy that involv

For reasons that made no sense to her, he hadn't tied her hands. She reached up and pulled off the blindfold, only to find herself in a dark box inside a van.Of course, she thought, knowing that if she had been less exhausted she would have found the situation humorous. He hadn't tied her hands because once she was in the van it hadn't mattered if she had removed the blindfold. There was nothing for her to see.Very slick, she thought as she crawled to the end of the van and stepped down. She looked around and realized they weren't at her father's house yet. They were just on a lonely road."is something wrong?" she asked. Obviously confused."It's okay for you to come sit inside now" he said. "We are away from the safe house now"She nodded and followed him into the car after he closed the bank of the van again."I wasn't going to tell anyone about your precious little safe house.

He would be thick and huge. She thought. And gentle and rough all at once, knowing exactly how to press her skin, tweak her tight spots, play her body to perfect orgasm over and over with his tongue, his lips, his fingers, his hands, and that gorgeous, veined cock.Now she had a face for her menage fantasies— Asher's. Why not? Live a little, Kimberly. She thought. No one knew what went on in the privacy of her own mind, her own shower, and as she sighed deeply, the pressure of everything vanquished, she felt a familiar heat and bliss rise up in her as the water pulsed its way into her soul, her clit crying out for more, her fingers sliding in and out of her tight pussy not in a heated rush but, instead, slowly, stroking that spot on the top that always made her clench just a tad harder, made her breath hitch, made her imagine it was Asher's fingers in her."Mmmmm," She imagined Asher moan in her ear, his thick, wiry runner's body sliding next to her

Phoebe's Dad had passed away when she was a kid and she had been raised my her mom. Then her mother passed away too when she was in college. "I'm just saying. Stop being mad at him and just talk to him..." Phoebe continued. "See if you guys can work something out" Kimberly nodded. "You know sometimes you talk like you are a reasonable person" she said smiling. "But I know you well enough to know that you are not" Phoebe picked up a pillow and threw it at her. Kimberly laughed. ----------------------- Three days later, Kimberly walked downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast. Her father was there and so was one of his bodyguards. She noticed they were always around since she came back. Her father had always wanted her to have one, but she had adamantly refused. She had insisted that she didn't need them. He was the billionaire, she had told her father so he was the one who needed bodyguards following him around. And when Hillary saw that he couldn't change her mind, he had let her