Page 72 of Dirty Deadly & Mine
BITCHFACE HOMEWRECKER: Just get it fucking done!
I don’t even bother responding after that, knowing it’s futile. Tamara is a piece of work. She never backs down. Ever. She’s infuriating, and now I’m even more moody than I was earlier. The only thing that’s able to give me a spark of light is the message I receive from Asher later that afternoon.
ASHER SCOTT: I can’t stop thinking about you. The way you feel. The way you taste. Be prepared because I’m going to devour you tonight.
My head is in the gutter after that, and I start cleaning the salon early so I can leave as soon as the final client is done, needing to get home as soon as possible.
Because my day has been so testing, the moment I hear Asher in the kitchen when I walk through the front door, I charge through the house and lock eyes with him, standing in the kitchen, washing some dishes.
“Hey, Angel.” He smirks lazily, his eyes raking over me.
“Get on your knees,” I demand, and his brows shoot up.
“What?”
“You heard me, Asher. Get on your knees.”
He shakes the bubbles off his hands before drying them on a tea towel, all while keeping his gaze locked on mine.
“You want me on my knees?” He looks like he’s trying not to smirk, and if I weren’t so moody, I’d probably crack a smile.
“Don’t make me ask again, Asher.”
“Fuck,” he mutters quietly, taking a few steps forward. “Is Mummy Bennett in the house?”
My eyes turn to slits. “Mummy kink isn’t a thing, Asher. Lilyis in the house, and she’s had a shitty day and has already asked you enough times. Don’t forget I’m a redhead. I have a fucking temper.”
Oh, man. His grin is from ear to ear as he takes in my words, and just like I asked, he drops to his knees before me right there in the middle of the kitchen.
“Mummy kink isdefinitelya thing…” he winks before saying, “Mummy.”
“Asher,” I warn, but he ignores me, looking up at me like I’m dripping in chocolate and he’s ready to lick every drop off me.
“And I will never forget that fine trail of red hair above your cunt. It’s sexy as fuck…Mummy.” He bites his lip like he’s picturing it, and I swear my knees weaken as I step forward, gripping his hair and forcefully tugging his head back.
“Call me Mummy again, and I’ll make sure you have blue balls for the next week.”
A growl rumbles in his chest before he grips the back of my thighs.
“I’ll stop calling you Mummy when I believe you don’t actually like it,” he hisses back, looking up at me, and I grit my teeth.
“Take my pants off,” I demand, and his lips spread wide in a wickedly sexy smirk before his eyes drop to the waist of my pants.
He makes quick work of getting them off me, and I’m about to tell him to take my knickers too, but he does it before I can demand it, tugging them down my legs and slipping them into his pocket.
“What now?” he rasps, running his hands up the back of my thighs, and I widen my stance as his dark gaze reconnects with mine.
I should be embarrassed about what I’m going to ask. Hell, there’s no way I could have ever asked Alex to do this. But Asher… he’s filthy in the best way.
“Eat me,” I demand, a little breathlessly. “Don’t stop until I come.”
The smirk that pulls at his lips is utterly sinful, and he shoots me another wink.
“Yes,Mummy.”
Before I can lose my shit at him, he buries his face between my legs and sets to work. His lips are warm, his tongue searing as he makes out with my pussy, diving his tongue between my folds before flicking over my clit.
I grip his hair tighter as my head lolls back and widen my stance to give him better access. I give myself over to the pleasure he so easily milks from me, grinding my clit against the onslaught of his tongue while his fingers dig almost painfully into my thighs in a tight grip.
