His Absolute Arrangement: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #1) (12 page)

Mmm.  Oh God.  Oh yes.

I was staring at the table, contemplating what I should do next, trying to figure out how to prepare for the insanely uncivilized (and intoxicatingly arousing) attitude that had come over my husband.  And then he removed all thought from my mind and buried himself deep inside of me.

It was swift, fast, over and done.  My hands clapped against the table, fingers seeking purchase in the smooth wood, but I was too far away from the edge to grab onto anything with any meaning.  My fingernails scraped against the wood, but I remembered myself and my surroundings just enough to realize how bad it would be if I left scratches.

Asher didn't care.  He didn't bother with worrying about scratches or the intricacies of grabbing or anything of the sort.  Oh, he grabbed, yes, but he grabbed me instead of something as pointless as a table.  His palms slapped against the sides of my ass while he ground his cock against my innermost depths.  Then he held onto my hips, squeezing my curves as he pulled out of me slowly.

I felt like I'd been holding my breath and now I was given a chance to breathe.  The feeling lasted for half a second longer before Asher drove himself deep into me again.  Our bodies mingled and meshed, combining into one, and the front of his core slapped against the rear of mine, sending a resounding smack echoing through the room.

It was so loud!  My cheeks darkened to a crimson red, embarrassment flushing through my face.  Someone would hear us, I was certain of it.  And then what?  Well, the doors were locked, but if it sounded loud enough, if it alerted someone to our illicit activities, who knew what would happen?  The listener, or listeners, could think something terrible was going on, something worthy of intrusion, and find a spare key or break down the door or...

Asher pulled out and thrust back in, then out and in again, no longer taking care to move at a slower pace.  Not that his slow pace had been careful to begin with, just propping up his cock to spread past my folds and fill me to the brim, but at least he'd had the decency not to be so loud.  No more, though.  All sense of quietness, any semblance of regularity, was a thing of the past.

He pushed inside of me and I squirmed and bucked on the table, trying to quiet the sounds of his body slapping against mine.  I felt him; in me, on me.  His cock angled into me, destroying my attempts at softening our sexual noises by making me make more.  I let out a lusty moan purely on accident, then clapped my hands to my mouth to quiet my voice.

Not that it did much.  For every small attempt I made at lessening the volume of our horizontal ballroom dance, Asher heightened and exaggerated his own sounds.  I put my hands over my mouth and he slapped my ass and drove in deeper.  I gave up on that, letting myself make quiet squeaks of pleasure, and Asher pinned me to the table, pressed my chest into the oak wood, and renewed his efforts.

His efforts at breeding me, I thought.  The idea was so debased and humiliating, so wrong on so many levels, and yet it wasn't, too.  We wanted this, we wanted a family to cherish and to love.  Children of our own, wonderful and sweet and caring.  We wanted this, yes, but...

Well, right now Asher was a caveman and I was his mate.  He squeezed against my hip with one hand while pressing against the small of my back with the other, and thrust into me hard and fast.  A man and a woman could create a family in a myriad of ways, I supposed, and this way was as good as any.

This way was probably the best way, actually.  It definitely rated high up in my preferred methods, at least.

"Soon," Asher said; I smiled at his excitement and eagerness.  "I'm going to cum soon, Jessika.  I'm not through with you yet, though.  Don't worry."

I decided to play a game with him, for my pleasure and his.  I squeezed and clenched against his cock.  He pushed deep into me and I squeezed him harder, trying to force him into an earlier climax.  He held himself inside of me and I felt a faint twitching from his cock, but then he pulled out.  All the way out, everything.

"No!" I shouted.  "No, no, no!"

In!  He thrust back into me, taking my breath away.  I gasped.  Fuck!  I didn't have time to squeeze against him now, I didn't even remember to.  He thrust into me three times before I regained some semblance of composure.  This was really hard.  Asher was really hard, too.  He felt thicker inside of me now, ready and waiting to burst.  I was ready, too.  More than ready.

I squirmed beneath him, moaning loudly, putting on a show for him.  My inner walls clenched against his cock, but I tried to stop myself from going overboard.  I didn't want him to leave me again, I wanted him to keep doing what he was doing.  I needed it.

This was what I tried to do, at least.  My mind and my body, my thoughts and my intentions, they didn't mix very well.  I was worked up before from Asher's scene bringing me in here.  So rough and rugged, demanding, forcing everyone out of the room, then locking me in for his pleasure.  Demanding I remove my panties, then shoving his hand between my legs and dipping his fingers into my slick, honeyed slit.  The spanking, yes, and now this.

The beginning tremblings of an orgasm made me clench and clutch at Asher's commanding cock.  I'd wanted to squirm and writhe and moan in order to arouse him more, but my current arousal was even more of a show than that.  Asher picked up his pace, goading my orgasm on, bringing me to deeper levels of pleasure and passion.  I inhaled sharply before letting myself go entirely, giving in to his whim.

And then he was, and I was, we were.  He pressed hard into me, holding himself there, and I felt his body and his cock tensing inside of me and around me.  He squeezed my hip harder as if to keep himself firmly in place.  It hurt a little, but I was too far lost to care.  My own body tightened, taut and hard, squeezing against him but also holding him inside of me.

He filled me with his seed.  He performed for me in more ways than one.  This wasn't just my show, but ours; together.  We could have a family, we could...

My thoughts melted into a mess of giddy glee and hedonistic ecstasy at everything that currently was and what could be in the future.  Asher's cock flexed inside of me, once, twice, and a third time, then more, but less, smaller twitches.

He filled me.  We mated.  Us, our bodies, combined.

In one smooth motion, he pulled out of me, shifted me from my front to my back, then lifted up my lower body all while joining me atop the table.  I still wore most of my clothes, but Asher had no pants or shoes.  He moved alongside me, holding my ass and propping me up with one arm while cupping my sex with the other.

I tilted my head to the side and kissed his cheek.  "What are you doing?"

"Making sure everything stays where it should," he said, smirking.  He kept his palm over my sex like a lid, making sure I didn't spill any of his cream.

I laughed.  "Is that it?  And how long do you expect me to stay like this?"

"Until I'm hard again," he said, pausing to nibble at my neck.  "Until I'm hard and filling you and fucking you again.  Right here.  Now."

"Asher..."  I whispered his name, closing my eyes.  "I love you so much."

His tongue licked at the outer edge of my ear, sending chills through my body, then his breath filled me with a sense of warmth and comfort.  "I love you, too," he said.  "So very much."

A
sher and I didn't get dressed up any more than we usually did for company events.

He wore a casual, light brown tweed blazer with darker brown patches on the elbows and navy colored suit pants.  His tie matched his pants and he kept it slightly loose around his neck, leaving the topmost button of his white dress shirt undone.  I smiled at him after we dressed in our bedroom, almost too shy to say anything.  He amazed me in so many ways, surprised me in so many others.  I didn't understand how he could look so businesslike, yet collected and casual, then nearly half-undressed, too.  He didn't even try, and I knew he didn't really intend to since I'd asked him about it once (or so he said), but his presence and ensemble exuded so many different attitudes all at once.  Corporate, calm, and carnal; that's how I thought of Asher on a daily basis.

"You look beautiful," Asher said to me.

I spun around, letting my dress twirl upwards for his viewing pleasure.  I hadn't put on anything too fancy, because I didn't want to go overboard.  I sort of wanted to go overboard, too, though, what with our impromptu vow renewal happening shortly.  The only thing that stopped me was the company party going on immediately after.

I'd wanted to dress for both occasions, but who knew how that worked out?  I wore a white dress with a laced pattern weaving this way and that across the fabric, as if the dressmaker had pinched it here and there, leaving slight horizontal marks all along it.  I liked it because when I walked, the faint lines shifted barely, up and down, a hint of diagonal mixing in with the regular horizontal, adding curvacious allure to my outfit.  Or, that's how I thought of it, at least.  It felt nice when I ran my hands down my sides, too, some myriad of light wrinkles meeting my palm and my fingertips.

"Maybe I should change," I said.  "Do you think this is alright?  It might be too dressy, don't you think?"

"It's fine," Asher said, coming close to me and putting his hands on my hips.  He teased at the fabric of my dress, digging his fingers into it and holding me tight.  "You really do look beautiful, Jessika.  I'm sorry we haven't had a chance to have a real wedding with a real wedding dress, but we will soon, alright?  Once everything calms down a little more, we can plan it all out.  Whatever you want, I'll spare no expense."

"Asher, I..."  Yes, I'd like that, but...  "We don't need to do anything extravagant.  It doesn't have to be too big or expensive.  I just..."

I didn't know what I wanted.  I felt so conflicted.  I wanted this, but I felt bad for wanting this.  I would love that, but I felt like if I said it I was asking too much.  I loved Asher and I felt like I could tell him everything; or, everything except this.  Would he even understand?  I thought he would, or at least that he'd try, but I still felt nervous whenever I thought of explaining it to him.

"We'll figure it out," he said, smiling.  "I promise."

"Are you sure?" I asked, looking up at him.

He nodded and that was it.  I put my arms around him and held him close.  He squeezed me tight, holding the small of my back.  We stood there like that, embracing, swaying slightly back and forth, just us.

"We should go," we both said at the same time.  Then we both laughed.

"Who did you invite?" I asked, curious.

"Oh, you know?  Just some people."

"Asher,
who?
" I pressed, laughing some more.  "My mother and father, and Elise and Lucent, but who else?"

"Oh, you know?" he said again.  When I glared at him, playful, he relented.  "Jeremy, of course.  A few of my business acquaintances, but most people will be arriving later for the company celebration.  I wasn't sure who else to invite, so I asked your mother, and she—"

I interrupted him.  "You asked my mother?" I asked.

"Yes?  Is that alright?"

"Well... I guess so.  It's not that it's not alright, but it might be a little strange."

"Hm?"

How should I phrase this?  "She probably invited some of my friends from high school.  I love them, I do.  They're my friends.  Maybe some from college, too.  It's... we don't really hang out much now, though, you know?  I don't know.  I haven't spent a lot of time with them in awhile, that's all."

I hadn't spent a lot of time with a lot of people, truth be told.  Sometimes I felt like some princess living high up in a castle tower somewhere, only able to look out into the forest around my home, wondering what had happened to everyone.  I wasn't locked away, per se, but my life was so different now and I didn't really know what to do sometimes.  Yes, my college friends, and my friends from school before that, but... could I just invite them over sometime?  I imagined asking some of them if they wanted to come to dinner at the Landseer estate; or, I tried to imagine this, but I couldn't even fathom it.  It seemed so odd and impossible for some reason.

When I first met Asher, we'd gone to a fancy Japanese restaurant, and I knew exactly how much it would cost because I'd wanted to go there for a long time.  It was expensive; too expensive.  Now, though, I didn't even know what we paid for most things.  I looked, yes, and I tried to be frugal because I disliked the idea of just wastefully spending Asher's money, but he wouldn't let me think like that.  It was us, our money, our purchases.

Asher cared enough not to randomly purchase a million dollar jet plane once a week, but he didn't bother with the intricacies of a two hundred dollar meal at a fashionable restaurant now and again.  I needed to get used to that, I told myself.  I didn't think I'd ever get used to it.

"You're very quiet tonight," he said, interrupting my worries.  "What's wrong?"

What
was
wrong?  Nothing.  Me.  I was worrying over nothing.  The incident earlier today with my office had me in a weird mood, maybe.

"Sorry," I said.  "I've just been thinking a lot.  It's nothing bad.  There's been a lot on my mind, that's all."

He grinned at me, conspiratorial.  "Maybe we should go on another honeymoon.  Something exotic this time?  Someone's going to have to oversee the establishment in Greece once we finalize all the minor details, right?"

"Asher!  We can't just go to Greece."

"Sure we can.  Why can't we?"

I had no idea.  I didn't know about a lot of things.  Maybe we could.

"We'll talk about it later.  Let's go," he said, stepping away from me and admiring me once more.  "You really are beautiful, Jessika."

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him lightly.  "Thank you," I said.  "And, you're rather handsome, yourself."

"Shall we?" he asked, offering me his arm.

I accepted and we walked to the bedroom door.  "Just... let's not make it too big of a deal, alright?  Please, Asher?  I don't need anything too fancy.  I love that you did this, but..."