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The case is everywhere. Headlines like, BITTERS YOUNG LAWYER VINDICATES FRAMED WOMAN, are the only trending topics for the next few hours. From how they are Bitters law firm focused, I could tell they were all made by one person. Patricia fell to her knees, crying with relief.She was the only person that mattered, and so she was the only person I allowed Asher to enter my office. Every news story about this from me would come from Eva, no other reporter or any one else. “Congratulations,” Asher said, pouring a glass of champagne.I roll my eyes, he knows how we won, rather, how Robin helped me win. He was by my side when I laughed in the detective’s face about the case. My eyes fall on his phone, it’s remains silent.No word from Crawful.I won’t call him first, that would mean giving me more power than he already wields. I can picture him on the other end, on his retreat, wherever in the world it is, but I prefer to picture him in his real form, horns, red skin, flames surroundi

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,

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

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

Tears prickle the back of my eyes when I wake up pressed firmly against Asher’s chest. This used to be a dream, an impossibility, but it’s here, it’s real. I mean, we stayed up most of the night, curled into each other, talking about nothing, no single word about work, my father, or even his ex wife. We just talked, or I talked and Asher listened intently, eyes on me the whole time, like he was genuinely interested in my theories on the disappearance of all the pen covers back in our shared office. Every pen in our office currently has no cover, no idea where they all disappeared to. My current working theory– a honorable mention, my victims pray for the inks to all our pens dry up. I mean, we all know the best curses to lay on someone are the ones that causes minor inconvenience to the bearer of the curse. He gave me a cross between a laugh and something else on his expression as he shook his head.I carried on, rambling about Skittles, and the horrendous taste of the red flavor,