"I should be punishing you for hiding so much from me, Cassidy Greene." Ashton muttered under his breath, his voice low and strained.His chest rose and fell heavily, the control he had maintained all night now hanging by a fragile thread.A slow, sweet smile curved Cassidy’s lips, a direct contrast to the storm in his eyes. "Then punish me, Babe..." she whispered, her voice a silken challenge. She leaned forward, her mouth brushing a feather-light kiss against the taut, flexing muscle of his washboard abs.A rough, helpless sound—half-growl, half-plea—rumbled from his chest. "Cass…” A rough, almost helpless growl escaped him, echoing within the quiet luxury of the presidential suite.Her lips traced a deliberate path downward, skimming over the plains of his stomach. "This is the most influential man in Bay City," she murmured against his heated skin, her breath a ghost of a touch just above the trail of dark hair that led to his "mighty treasure." "And now he's utterly at my mer
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