All Chapters of The Masked Stripper is my Wife. : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Asher Prescott After spanking her, Loretta collapsed onto the bed, I pulled her up and gently flipped her onto her back.Her pants were already soaked, I climbed between her legs, and trailed kisses down from her neck to her boobs, sucking hard again this time and leaving more marks on them. I spread her legs wider and removed her soaked pants, I took my time to stare at her naked body, I swear, her body is a masterpiece. From her firm breast, to her pink nipples, which looked firm and erect, then to her flat stomach and her glistening pussy which I know was aching with needs.My dick was already hard, my precum soaked the front of my pants, but I ignored my need. I trailed kisses down her thighs, my mouth went to her clit, and I ran my tongue around it. “ Asher…..,.please.” She begged, when I hadn’t even started.“ I haven’t started, you are going to be doing a lot of begging tonight,” I said smiling at her before attacking her clit like a starved crazy man. I don't think I will

Asher I woke to silence, the space beside me was empty, the sheets already cold. For a few seconds, I just looked around the room, expecting her to still be here but Loretta was gone.It threw me more than I wanted to admit, every other woman I had been with had stayed lingering for attention, for reassurance, for whatever they thought being with me meant. But she had left quietly, like the night hadn’t touched her at all.I sat up, rubbed a hand across my face, and let out a low laugh under my breath. Maybe I should have expected it from her. She challenged everything, my patience, my control, the way I thought I liked things.I showered, dressed, but my thoughts kept circling back to her.The way she looked at me, the way she had this mix of fire and calm that made me feel like I was constantly balancing on the edge of something dangerous. Stirring emotions I never thought would be awakened by any woman. When I reached into my closet for a shirt, I noticed one was missing. The

Loretta By the time the clock on the mantel struck half past seven, we were done with the documents spread before us. Asher sat across me in the sitting room, his laptop open, sleeves rolled up, all focused and meticulously going over numbers. I have been working with him since we got back from the meeting, no break, double checking figures and rearranging contracts. Despite all the seriousness in the air, I still caught myself stealing glances at him when I shouldn’t.The butler appeared at the doorway. “Sir,” he said, bowing slightly, “ Your guest, Miss Rivale is here.”The name made my stomach dip, It’s not even seven thirty yet. Asher glanced briefly at the clock, then nodded. “Show her in.” Moments later, the sound of heels clicked against the marble floor, Elena walked in wearing a very short, form fitting dress in deep wine red, definitely not a dress that one should wear to a business meeting, making her intention clear and vivid. Her perfume smelling addictive and sweet.

Loretta Our car stopped in front of the restaurant, it looked quite flashy and beautiful, with warm lights spilling through the glass doors and a soft hum of music coming from inside. It was breathtaking and I know it would cost a fortune to eat here. “Asher…” I breathed, my voice catching before I could stop it. “This place looks like it costs more than my entire existence.”He only smirked, stepping out first and offering his hand. “A beautiful restaurant for a beautiful young lady. I rolled my eyes but took his hand anyway,The hostess smiled as soon as she saw us, but before she could say a word, Asher simply said, “We will take the terrace.”Her eyes widened. “Mr Prescott, as you requested, the floor has been cleared. You won’t be disturbed.”Cleared, I blinked as we stepped out onto the open terrace, and it hit me, there was no one else, Just us, a candlelit table draped in white silk, a violinist softly playing somewhere out of sight, and the twinkling city stretched out be

AsherThe office feels strangely empty without Loretta. I have gotten so used to having her around that I keep glancing at her corner, even though I know she isn’t there. It’s been two days since we got back from Paris, and I can’t stop thinking about her. She’s been distant ever since that night I took her to dinner. The flight back to New York was quiet and even more cold. Every time I tried to talk to her, she answered in that clipped, professional tone, like we were back to being strangers again.Ever since the night I told Loretta that I had my PI look into her, things haven’t been the same. She didn’t take it well, told me to fuck off and got angry that I invaded her privacy. I can’t blame her for being upset, but I have never been the kind of man to take risks without knowing who I am dealing with. Whether it’s business or personal, I need to protect my reputation. I don’t like surprises.Still, my PI didn’t find much, nothing about her marriage, if she hadn’t mentioned it he