His Absolute Authority: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #3) (7 page)

Asher must have realized this, too.  "If you want, you can stay here.  Lucent and I can sleep in the living room," he said.

Elise laughed and shook her head.  "It's fine.  I'm sure everything will be fine.  Thank you so much for everything, but I don't want to intrude any more than I have."

She tried to say more, but it came out mumbled and muttered.  Elise was a wonderful writer and I enjoyed her style and her writing voice, but sometimes she had difficulty talking and communicating with people.  Maybe that's why she and Lucent went so well together; they didn't need to talk to understand each other.

Elise took a cookie with her before she left, smiling as she did.

"Good night, Elise," I said.  "Sleep well.  I'll talk to you tomorrow?"

She turned and waved a little.  "Yes.  Thank you again.  Good night.  You too, Asher."

Asher smiled and said good night, as well.  Then Elise left, and it was just me and him.

"How is she?" he asked.  He'd been standing before, leaving the bed to me and Elise, but now that she was gone he came and sat beside me.

"I think she's good.  I think she'll be alright, at least.  Tonight must have been difficult for her.  There's a lot going on, you know?  It's difficult for all of us, but I don't think Elise has ever been in a situation like this before."

He nodded.  "I'm not really sure what we're supposed to do, to be honest.  I've tried talking with the police and asking them to stop the investigation, but they're claiming they can't.  It's not just a private issue, but potentially an issue towards public safety, or so they say.  Because the fire happened during such a large event and was obviously intentional, apparently they're worried it might not be an isolated incident."

"That's ridiculous," I said.  "They think Lucent's going to go around lighting a bunch of buildings on fire?"

Asher shrugged.  He scooted towards me on the bed and kissed me on the cheek.  "Who knows?  It doesn't help that they can't find him.  They're probably going to bring me in for questioning soon because of that.  They called while I was at the Tower today, but I brushed them off.  Said there wasn't any reason for Lucent to come in today and he worked from home sometimes, so who knew where he was?"

I faked a gasp, then nuzzled close to him.  "I can't believe you lied to the police.  You're a felon, Asher Landseer."

"I didn't lie.  How was I supposed to know where Lucent was?  I could have found out, but they didn't ask me that.  They just told me to tell them if I heard from him."

"Which you did," I pointed out.

"Not until just now.  He texted me, but you don't
hear
text messages, now do you?"

I rolled my eyes at him.  "I'm not sure they'd appreciate lies based around a technicality."

"No, probably not."

We stayed silent for a moment, thinking.  I was thinking about Elise and Lucent, and what was going to happen.  But, also, I thought about Asher and myself, too.  Before I got too far into it, Asher kissed me.  I kissed him back without thinking.  He leaned into me, guiding me towards the bed, and I slid backwards, moving with him.  Soon, I lay on my back, with him above me, our lips touching, soft kisses shifting between us, back and forth.

He rolled onto his side, then atop me, his body pressing against mine.  I smiled at him and kissed him more, quick pecks, one, another, then a third.  He grinned back at me.  One of his hands slid smoothly beneath my t-shirt and he held my side, his palm touching my bare skin.  I moved my fingers towards the buttons of his dress shirt and began unbuttoning it.  Once I had all of them undone, he helped me pull his shirt off.

"What are you going to do with me now, Mrs. Landseer?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows at me.

I laughed and slapped lightly at his shoulder.  "Shut up.  Come lay with me.  Let's kiss.  Just kissing, alright?"

"Just kissing?" he asked.  He lay beside me again, punctuating his question with a soft kiss.

"Yes," I said.  "For now, at least.  I want to kiss you.  We don't always have to have sex all the time, you know?"

He laughed at that.  "We don't have sex all the time."

"I know, but I wanted to make it sound like we did.  It's kind of exciting."

"We had a lot this evening, though, didn't we?" he asked, more rhetorical and contemplative than anything.

I bit my bottom lip and nodded.  "Maybe..."

"Did you like when I used your toy on you earlier?" he asked.  He kissed my cheek, then moved towards my neck, making a trail with his lips towards my chin.

I lay there and basked in the gentle feeling of his lips on my skin.  I answered him with a nod, no words.

"I'd like to do it again," he said.

"Right now?" I asked.

Both of his hands were under my shirt now.  He smoothed them up my sides, holding me close.  His lips kissed tiny circles around the hollow of my throat, then to the side and up my collar bone to my shoulder, then back again and towards my neck.  Finally, he ended near my ear.  He took my earlobe between his teeth and nibbled.

"No, not right now," he whispered.  "Right now I'm kissing you."

I tilted my head to the side and kissed his cheek.  He kissed mine, too.  We moved our kisses until our lips connected and we were both kissing the same spot.

"I love when you touch me," I said, speaking soft words in between light kisses.

"I love touching you," he replied.

"Not just like this," I added.  "I love holding your hand, too.  I love when you're working and I come behind you and lean forward with my chin on your shoulder and you reach up and touch my cheek.  I love when you put your hands on my hips and pull me towards you for a quick kiss in your office or mine before you have to go to a meeting.  I love all of it, Asher.  I really do.  You make me feel so special all the time."

"Good," he said.  "You are special.  That's how I always want you to feel."

"Do I make you feel special, too?"

He nodded and our noses brushed together, up and down.  "You do."

"How?  Can you tell me?  I just want to know.  I know maybe it's a hard question to answer without thinking about it, but if you can..."  I trailed off.  I didn't know what more to say.

"It's not a hard question to answer," he said.  "Not at all."

I smiled and kissed him again.

He kissed me back and said, "When we're at home and you're reading or working, I like to try and sneak pictures of you sometimes.  I know you know I'm doing it, but it's exciting and makes me feel special, like I've found you all of a sudden and it's a rare event, like a pot of gold under a rainbow or a four leaf clover."

I laughed.  "I make you feel special because you take pictures of me when I'm reading?" I asked.

He nodded.  "I like when I just come upon you at home.  When I see you suddenly, and you're doing something else, and it doesn't have to be anything in particular.  If you're in our bedroom, in the bathroom, brushing your teeth, and I come in and see the light on, then peek around the corner and see you standing there, with your toothbrush in your mouth, looking into the mirror.  I like that, too.  I like coming down to the kitchen for breakfast in the morning and seeing you sitting at the table, eating.  I like going to the library and seeing you sitting at one of the desks, reading.  I like finding you taking a nap in our bed, or on a chaise in the library, or anywhere else."

"Why?" I asked.

"It doesn't seem real sometimes," he said.  "The mansion is so large, that it doesn't seem real.  It doesn't seem like you actually exist, and maybe I've just been dreaming the entire time.  Every time I see you there, no matter what you're doing, it's like all my dreams have come true all over again.  It's real and you're real and it makes me happy.  Just seeing you in our home, in my life, not necessarily doing anything special because you don't have to do anything to be special, is what makes me feel special."

I put my hands on his hips and pulled him closer to me, onto me.  He came, moving at my guidance.  One of his legs nestled between my thighs, and his other lay on the outer curve of my leg.  I pulled at him, trying to move him up, and he inched and scooted upwards along my body until his knee pressed tight between my legs.  I felt him there, his leg pushing mine apart slightly, pressing against my feminine core.  It wasn't exactly sexual, or at least not yet, but it felt intimate and nice.

"Do you know how sweet you are?" I asked him.

"Is that a question I'm supposed to answer?" he asked with a grin.

"No," I said.  "I want to answer it."  I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight, nuzzling my cheek against his.  "You're sweeter than anyone I've ever known, Asher.  I really mean it.  I've always thought that way, too, even before.  I remember when I first met you, and... well, not exactly when I first met you."

I blushed for a second, thinking about that, but I forced myself to push through it and continue.  "I remember thinking how considerate you were after that.  I thought you'd be rude and overbearing, but you weren't.  You were kind and generous and thoughtful.  You gave me something that no one ever has, and it wasn't something I even knew existed before.  I don't know what to call it exactly, but you gave me hope in a way.  It's more complicated than that, though.  It's..."

I wanted to explain it to him, but I just didn't know how.  It felt strange not knowing, too.  It was such a powerful thought and emotion, that I was certain there were specific words to describe it, but all of them eluded me at the moment.

"What were you hopeful for?" he asked.

"I don't know if that's the right word," I said, half mumbling.  "It's just... I thought you'd be a really good father.  I thought it was amazing that you really wanted to have children, too.  I thought that if I could give that to you, even if it wasn't for me but only for you, then I would do anything to do that."

"Do you still think that?" he asked.

I nodded.  Lifting my hips up slightly, I pressed the center of my body against his thigh.  I moved like that, up and down, feeling him between my legs.

"I still want to," I said.  "I want to give you children, but I want more now, Asher.  I want to be your wife and your lover and the mother of your children.  I want to be your friend.  I know it doesn't make sense, because we're married, but... I want to be your mistress, too, kind of.  I want to sneak around with you and have secret trysts, like we're hiding from someone, but then I want to be brazen and open and hold your hand in public, then kiss you passionately in front of everyone."

"That's a lot," he said, smiling.

"Is it too much?" I asked.

"No.  It's never too much," he said.

We kissed again, but this time it was deeper, more intimate and close.  I opened my mouth and so did he.  The tips of our tongues met right between our lips, dancing and teasing at one another.  I grabbed Asher's hips and grinded against his thigh.  He pushed closer and harder against me.  I could feel him, not just the strength of his arms and the power of his torso, but the hardness of his erection pressing against my lower stomach.

"Do you want to use my toy again?" I asked during a slight pause, our lips breaking away from each other.  "I think I have more batteries."

"Just the toy?" he asked with a grin.

"Maybe more..." I said slowly, teasing him.  "I want you to see me like that, though.  I want you to make me cum with the toy, until you can't take it anymore, and you... you just have to..."  I let that idea linger between us, unspoken but not unknown.

"Alright," he said, appearing quite interested.  "Let's try it."

I squirmed away from him, even while he kept playfully grabbing me and pretending to pin me to the bed.  Eventually I freed myself, though.  I hopped off the bed and ran to my closet where my sex toy shoebox was.  I hoped I had batteries.  I wasn't entirely sure, to be honest.  If I did they'd be in...

I took my rabbit vibrator with me to one of my bedside tables, then poked through one of the drawers.  In the bottom at the back was a package of batteries.  My hands trembled and shook as I took the batteries out of the vibrator and then replaced them with fresh ones from the package in the bedside table drawer.

Shivering slightly, excited, I handed the toy to Asher.  He took it, reverent and powerful.  His fingers wrapped around the base, holding it firmly.

I hopped back onto the bed and lay down on my back next to him.  He set the toy down next to me, then snuck his fingers into the waistband of my sweatpants.  Slowly, he pulled them down, down more, lower until they were near my knees, then all the way down my calves, and finally off.  I lay half naked in front of him, only wearing my t-shirt.

"I'm all yours," I said with a silly smile.

"I see that," he said.  "I'm definitely going to make the best of this situation."

I reached up and touched his cheek with my fingertips.  He took my hand in his and kissed each of my fingertips, then my thumb.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you, too," I said.

***

A
sher's cock strained at the front of his pants, stiff and wanting release.  The most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, the one he planned to spend the rest of his life with, lay on her back in front of him, legs trembling, her entire body shaking and quivering in ecstatic pleasure.  He wanted to unbutton and unzip his pants, then shove his cock deep within her beautifully glistening pussy, combining her arousal with his, but he kept himself contained.

He didn't do this for any generous or altruistic reasons.  If he had to guess, he was willing to bet Jessika would gladly welcome him inside of her.  He knew he'd brought her to orgasm at least twice so far, but possibly more.  It was hard to tell sometimes, but it was definitely an entertaining guessing game.

He slowly pulled the vibrator out of her pussy, staring intently at her lower lips as they sucked and pulled at the sex toy.  He pulled it out more, slower, watching her slick folds moving with each motion from the toy.  He kept going, slow and gentle, until the entire toy was out.  Finding the power switch, he turned it off entirely, and set it aside.