Page 205 of Law Maker
“How’s everything?” Alejandro asked, arranging plates. “I saw Asher’s latest interview—and the pictures of the two of you.”
I folded a paper napkin into a triangle and slid it under a plate. “They turned out great.”
“They did. I’m happy for you. It’s good to see Asher happy.”
“It is. He’s so much happier at Vortex than he ever was racing for my father. Thank you for that.”
Alejandro set the silverware in place. “I was only doing my job. If he lacked talent, no amount of effort on my part would’ve gotten him that team. The merit is his.”
“Regardless, having you in his corner helped. I’ll go see if he’s awake. It’s unlike him to sleep in.”
“It’s this place,” Alejandro said. “I never sleep as well anywhere else as I do here.”
I smiled and hurried into the house. Upstairs, Asher stirred under the duvet. I climbed onto the bed and pressed a kiss to his stubbled jaw. “Happy birthday.”
He slid an arm around my waist, pulling me close. Eyes still shut, he kissed my neck, holding me tighter. “I want to wake up like this for the rest of my life,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. “And thank you, peque. What time is it?”
“Noon.” I traced lazy lines over his bare back. “Ale’s here. Dawson must be on the way.”
“Noon? Mierda.” His eyes opened, finding mine. “You look beautiful. You should’ve woken me sooner. I don’t remember the last time I slept this long.”
His hand slipped beneath my sweater, circling my stomach with warm strokes. “Maybe we tell everyone to celebrate without us? I could use a couple more hours like this.”
I shook my head. “I need to give you your gift, and your grandma—”
Asher pressed his lips to the base of my throat and kissed his way up. “My gift is right here.”
Heat coiled low inside me. I arched against him, and he flipped us easily, settling between my legs. His erection pressed against me as his fingers threaded through my hair, his body rocking into mine. Pleasure rippled through me.
“I could make you come fast,” he whispered, working open the button of my jeans. “Or we could take our time and make everyone wait.”
“Asher! Someone’s here to see you!”
Maricarmen’s voice carried through the house. Asher groaned. “I’m not here. She means someone else.”
Footsteps thumped on the stairs.
“You’re very much there.” Her voice rang right outside the bedroom.
Maybe the stone walls weren’t so thick after all. I clapped a hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh.
Brows lifted, Asher traced his thumb along my jaw. “Enjoying my misery, peque?”
“What m—”
He ground into me again, answering without words.
“I’ll make up for it later,” I whispered, kissing his cheek. “Go on. Everyone’s waiting.”
“Should’ve booked a hotel just for us,” he muttered, sliding back. I watched the ripple of muscle down his torso as he stood, raking a hand through his messy hair.
“And if you keep looking at me like that,” he warned, backing toward the bathroom, “whoever’s waiting will be waiting a long time.”
***
Javi was the one waiting downstairs. He had a match in Seville tomorrow but came to celebrate Asher’s birthday first. At the table, conversation flowed easily. Dawson and Maricarmen kept exchanging tender glances, and Ash shot me a conspiratorial smile.
Ten minutes in, his phone buzzed. “Talk about surprises,” he said, glancing at the screen.
