Page 92 of Asher

She lifted her brow and then planted her hands on her hips.

I crowded into her, then lowered my voice, “You have one of two choices. One, I put a bullet in anyone who thinks it’s okay to check out your ass. Two, you go upstairs and change, and I’m not facing consecutive life sentences for second-degree murder.”

She tilted her head to the side, “Is there a third option?”

I nodded, “Yeah. I throw you over my shoulder, carry your ass upstairs, rip those shorts off your body, and then fuck you senseless. So senseless you won’t be able to walk.”

Her eyes glinted with a challenge, fuck, but I loved this woman, and I knew it even more so when she asked, “And you won’t do that here?”

“Your body is mine. You are mine. And like fuck am I going to risk anyone seeing what’s mine.” I growled.

I watched as her fiery temper made itself known as she placed her hand on her hips and whispered, “I’m sorry, but what?”

I pulled her closer to my body and asked, “Are you mine?”

She narrowed her eyes but nodded.

“Am I yours?” I smiled.

She scowled, then said, “Yes, you most definitely are.”

I shrugged, then, “Then... what’s the problem?”

She narrowed her eyes at me, “The problem is that you’ve been holding back from me. I’m not going to break. Give me all of you, Asher.”

I nodded, “Okay, you want it, you got it.” And with that, I bent at the waist, tossed her over my shoulder, and stormed to the closest room so we wouldn’t be bothered.

I had the door to the room we held church in slammed closed with my boot, and then I was dropping her to her feet.

I unsnapped her shorts and then lowered them down her legs, and made a mental note to burn the fuckers.

Then, I spun her around, pressed my hand to her back, then I kicked her legs apart.

“Grab the table, and hold the fuck on,” I said as I unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my jeans, the zipper, then I was freeing my cock.

I stepped between her splayed legs, lined my cock up, and then slammed it inside of her.

And since she wanted all of me, she was going to get all of me.

The sounds of our fucking filled the room, but when I hit a spot so deep inside of her, I watched as her back bowed, and then she shouted, “Asher. Fuck. Yes.”

I did it.

Or rather, my cock did it.

But I made my woman curse.

I kept pounding into her, hitting that same spot, and it wasn’t long before I felt the walls of her glorious pussy clamp aroundmy cock, and like the sucker, I was where this woman was concerned, I was following her.

After we both caught our breath, I asked, “You want a cup of hot cocoa?”

She grinned.

We got dressed, and then I tagged her hand and said, “Shorts are getting burned.”

As I opened the door to church, she chuckled.

Hoots and catcalls followed us to the kitchen, and while Chloe blushed, she didn’t seem embarrassed.