All Chapters of According to his secretary : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Asher’s hands drop to my hip at my bold statement, eyes hooded, breathing heavy. “Anyone could walk in.” he murmurs, but he makes no move to remove me from his legs. His hands do a slow crawl, caressing my hips, thighs, keeping his eyes on me. “If we hurry, they won’t.” I say, mouth dropping between his neck and under his earlobe, drawing a shaky breath from him.“Be very quiet.” he says with a rough voice.Damn.It’s so easy for him to turn me on.His hands slip under my shirt, thumb stroking my stomach, eliciting a long hiss of pleasure. He presses his thumb into my skin, hot mouth finding my earlobe. “You’re not being very quiet,”“Sorry,” I choke out.His hands resume, I grip his neck for dear life as he moves across my chest. My mouth finds his earlobe, sucking on it hard, Asher writhes under me, his hands moving like some kind of maniac. “Who’s not quiet now?” I rasp, trying to keep my own voice from being noisy is difficult.Asher’s response is flicking my nipple.“Shit.” I

Asher thinks my name is ‘baby’ now. He called me that during sex, and it could have been the euphoria, heat of the moment, shit, anything. The moment was something else, it was wildly intimate and also very fucking hot– thinking about it gives me a full blown boner, and now I can’t stop having a boner around him– that is beside the point. It’s always,“What do you want for breakfast, baby?” Or, “Come her let me help you shave, baby.”Yes he did help me shave, again, not the point.The point is, the man has forgotten my name!We went to bed together after he asked me to stay the night, there’s nothing on earth that could have kept me from spending the night with him. He said please, come on now, I was a goner after. He could ask me to drop dead in that gorgeous voice and the cherry on top that is ‘please’ and my only regret is that someone else would get him after I’m gone. I expected the ‘baby’ would calm down at the office.If you expected he’d recognize the four walls of the work

CARSON BITTERS POV I felt him slide into the bed, my fingers grip the covers to prevent me from turning around. He wants to ask questions, and I don’t have any answers for him.As I walked away from the car a part of me hoped he’d chase after me, the other half was grateful he didn’t. This is why I was satisfied with our arrangement, because I knew I’d start to want too much.The warmth from his body is tempting, his scent overpowering, I want those arms wrapped around me and just for tonight, I let myself pretend this is okay. I hate that I’m using him like this.But I can’t help myself.I grip his fore arm with more force than necessary, throat tight with emotions. Just this once, I won’t indulge after this one time. Asher is still here when I wake up, he’s all smiles, but he’s watching me intently, searching for clues about what happened last night.I’ve reined it in, and so I smile at him, his eyes are suspicious, but he says nothing about it.

ASHER HALL’S POV I should have said something then. The words were right there on top pf my tongue. That moment’s hesitation, one moment of hesitation– where my thoughts were filled with gratitude, that Carson would trust me with himself so openly, so wholeheartedly. I couldn’t tell him that sex without condoms would be a dream come true, it was everything to me. My mind immediately worked out the logistics– in between the meetings I could swing by the hospital to get the tests done in time.To say I was excited was the worst possible way to put it.But my mouth didn’t work fast enough and I regret it. He ran out on me and didn’t show up at work for the rest of the day. I told myself it was no big deal, he might have needed a bit of space.Although the state of him when he ran out makes me felt like my heart’s being pulled right out of my chest.Instead I go get myself tested. He said he’d have lunch with Robin, it grated on my nerves, but the

From the way he answered, Crawford had no idea where his son is at the moment. I drive back to his house, just in case he shows up.He doesn’t. But he turns up at the office in another tie I didn’t knot.I stare at him while he looks at his damned phone. A small smile tugs at his bottom lip, he chuckles, the sound feels like I’ve come alive in ways I can’t comprehend. He looks like he slept soundly.I slam the door shut, locking it behind me.In two long strides, I cover the distance between us. This time I pluck the phone from his finger tips, dropping it face down on his table. He looks up sharply, brows tugged together in irritation.Leaning forward, I capture his mouth with mine. An embarrassing moan falls right out of my mouth. I hadn’t realized how much I missed his touch– it’s only been a few days, but it feels longer.His mouth moves against mine, slowly, but I’m furious, my kiss is furious, he’s been avoiding me for too long, my patience is running thin. He tries to push