“I wasn’t until you. I can’t get enough.” Ashton gently bit the skin of her neck, causing a flash of needy heat to overcome her.
“We should probably go to your place now,” Sophie said breathlessly.
“After you.” Ashton reached around her to open her door.
On the drive to Ashton’s place Sophie saw a small storefront building that had a lease sign in the window. The building had character with its brick front and large showcase windows. “Can you pull over?”
“What’s wrong?”
“I just want to see something.”
When Ashton pulled over on the side of the street, Sophie slipped out of the car and approached the building. The interior was dark and she couldn’t see anything inside but she could see potential in the location and the appearance of the storefront.
“It was a pizza shop…why the interest?” Ashton stepped around her to see her face, studying her expression.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Sophie teased. “Just interested for future possibilities.” Sophie pulled out her phone and took a picture of the sign. She looked up at Ashton, who was waiting for her to explain. “Mel and I have plans…well, we are in the very beginning of the planning stage, but still, this place makes me excited. It would be perfect.”
“You and Mel are making plans? Should I even ask?”
“We’re opening our own strip joint. I want to give it a try.” Sophie tried to sound serious but Ashton’s expression turned almost panicked as he stared at her. “I was joking…are you nervous I would make a fool of myself trying to do my “Don’t Cha” routine for the world to see?”
Ashton looked visibly relieved with her confession. “No, I was thinking that I was going to have to buy up every available piece of real estate in the city to prevent your little business endeavor.”
Sophie’s face fell in shock. “I was that bad? Geez.”
“No, just the opposite. That was so fucking sexy. I don’t want anyone else to see you take your clothes off except me. I’m a very selfish person, Sophie, and I don’t like to share. I don’t want to share you with anyone…ever.” Ashton stepped closer, leaning down so he was a breath away from her. His smell was heady, causing her whole body to need him with an intensity that ravished her. She was completely lost in him and she knew there would be no going back. “You’re like a drug, Sophie.” He grazed his lips over her cheek, running his fingers through her hair. His nearness caused her insides to heat, caused her heart to race, and her mind to fog. She was lost in the lust he ignited in her in a white hot fury. A moan escaped her lips as he ran his tongue along her neck. “My. Place. Now.” Sophie practically melted from his arms when he pulled back. It took great effort to keep her legs beneath her. Ashton opened her door and she slid in like she was made of liquid.
The ride was short to his place and Sophie was grateful because his eyes made her skin heat and she couldn’t find any words. The sexual energy between them was intoxicating. This passionate lust was a new experience for her. Her body wanted him like he was breath for her lungs. Is this love? Whatever it is, it feels absolutely amazing!
Chapter
Twenty-Four
Ashton pulled his car up in front of a beautiful sleek building. A doorman approached once they came to a stop. Ashton swung open his door and stepped out. Sophie’s door was opened by a man with an inviting demeanor.
“Thank you,” Sophie said softly.
“My pleasure. Do you have any bags that you need assistance with, dear?” The man was probably in his forties with graying hair and a perfectly trimmed mustache.
“Got it, Alfred,” Ashton answered before Sophie could. He had already retrieved Sophie’s small duffle bag from the back of the car. Sophie was surprised to have a doorman assisting them. He seemed to be on familiar terms with Ashton, anticipating that Ashton would toss his keys. He grabbed them easily when they soared through the air in his direction.
“Very well. Have a good evening, miss.” The doorman bowed respectfully.
“You too. It was nice to meet you. I’m Sophie, by the way.” Sophie offered her hand. The man seemed amused as he accepted her hand.
“Charles, but you can call me Alfred if you like. Ashton seems to think it more fitting. I won’t tell you what I call him. I fear it would not be appropriate for a lovely lady such as you to hear. Though, I will tell you it is definitely not Bruce Wayne.” He winked.
“Hey now. Be nice. Don’t scare her off.” Ashton reached over and grabbed Sophie’s hand, pulling her along with him. Another man was holding the main doors open for them as they walked toward the entrance.
“Where are we?” Sophie whispered, walking into the grand building. A beautifully decorated lounge presented before them—it looked professionally decorated with exquisite art covering the walls and a large desk made of marble stretched out to the left with a woman sitting behind it. The building was impressive.
“Good evening, Mr. King.” The woman behind the counter practically salivated as they walked past. Sophie watched the woman’s eyes linger on Ashton.
“Evening.” Ashton nodded as he kept his pace quick. Ashton seemed oblivious to her interest. Sophie decided against acknowledging the woman, whose thoughts were written all over her face.
“This is where I live. Well, on the top floor, actually.” He pressed the elevator button impatiently.
When the elevator doors opened, Ashton pulled her inside. Sophie looked around the mirrored interior. She looked up and caught his darkened eyes locked on her in their reflection, his jaw clenching. Her face heated from the intention that was painted on his expression. As soon as the doors closed completely his hands were on her. Her bag dropped to the floor and he lifted her up easily, pinning her between his hard body and the cool mirrored wall. He greedily roamed her body with his hands. His fingers reached under the hem of her shirt and browsed her sensitive flesh teasingly.
“Should we be doing this? There might be cameras in here or something.” Sophie panted from the desire that now coursed through her, robbing her of breath.
“There are cameras but I don’t fucking care. I can’t wait to touch you.”
“Ashton!” Sophie gasped, trying to pull her shirt back down and right herself. The elevator beeped and the doors began to open. Ashton reached down for her bag before he turned around and grabbed Sophie, throwing her over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” Sophie couldn’t help the laughter that spilled from her.
“Taking you to my bed,” Ashton announced. Sophie looked around at the beautiful foyer that presented before two grand white doors. Ashton pushed a sequence of numbers into a keypad before he opened the door and walked in.
His hand cupped her bottom under her shorts and she squealed out in laughter. “Ashton! Put me down. I want to see your place.” From what Sophie could see from her view over Ashton’s shoulder the place was wonderful. Full height windows ran along the outside wall, giving an incredible view of the city below.
“Sure. You can see my place but we start with my room,” he said playfully. Sophie screamed when he dropped her on the bed.
“Is this how you bring all the girls into your place?” Sophie laughed as she sat up on his bed.
“I have never brought another girl to this place before. You are the only girl I want in my bed.” Ashton leaned down to kiss her lips. The city lights shone in the massive window that covered an entire wall in his room, casting a glow over his body. She ran her fingers over the magnificent bone structure of his cheek. She couldn’t help but appreciate his perfection.
Sophie pulled away from the kiss. Reaching down, she pulled her shirt up over her head. “I want you,” Sophie whispered as she let him take in her flesh. She pulled the straps of her bra down off her shoulders before reaching back and unclasping it.
“I want you more,” he whispered, watching her. Sophie was driven by the heat and the desire to be with him that overcame her.
Sophie slipped off his bed and stood in front of the window so she was cast in the lights that shone upon them. She unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down the length of her legs. Her panties followed. She stood in front of him completely naked and heated with the need for his touch. “Don’t move,” she whispered as she approached him.