Then, with the smallest, wicked smile, she whispers, “Whatcha gonna do about it, flyboy?”
And with that, my last thread of restraint snaps.
“On your knees, Phoenix. You wanna play dirty? Well, show me how dirty you are.”
Those green eyes hold my stare as she begins to lower herself to the floor.
What the hell am I thinking? Oh, wait, I’m not. My fucking lady parts are calling the shots, and it looks like they have taken over, and now I’m so turned on I might combust.
“I said, on your knees, Phoenix,” Ash growls.
Lowering myself to the cold floor, I drag his zipper down, never breaking eye contact as I do.
Ash is leaning against the counter with his head tilted back, and his breathing is uneven as I slip onto my knees. He grips the edge of the counter like he is barely holding himself together.
“Amelia,” he warns, his voice rough.
I can’t help but smirk up at him, unbothered by the growl in his tone. “Something wrong?”
His jaw clenches, his hands twitching like he doesn’t know whether to stop me or let me ruin him. But there is no mistaking the way his breath stutters when I drag my nails lightly over his hips, the touch featherlight and teasing.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his head falling back against the mirror. “You’re gonna kill me.”
I just hum in satisfaction, pressing a kiss to his lower abdomen, feeling the way his muscles tense under my lips. “You can handle it.”
I don’t give him time to argue.
The second my mouth wraps around him, the curse that rips from his throat is filthy. His fingers shoot to my hair, gripping with the need to hold on to something, like he is already on the edge.
But I know how to play this game—know exactly what will wreck him, what will make him forget how to breathe. I set a slow, torturous pace at first, enjoying the way his thighs tremble and the way he tries so damn hard to keep it together.
“Amelia,” he grits out, his voice raw and desperate.
Looking up at him through my lashes, my tongue teasing just enough to make him suck in a sharp breath, I reply, “Yes, sir?” before taking him even deeper.
His whole body jerks at that statement. “Fuck.”
His grip tightens, his restraint snapping as his hips buck just enough to tell me he is close. He breathes raggedly, his curses shattering into desperate pleas. And god, I love seeing him like this—completely undone, stripped of every ounce of control he tries so hard to hold on to.
“Amelia.”
But I don’t let up. I want him to break… want to watch him come undone because of me.
And when he finally does, he utters a sharp, wrecked groan, and his whole body shudders as he comes. And I feel nothing but pride.
I pull back slowly, pressing a last teasing kiss on his hip before rising to my feet, watching as he braces himself against the sink, his chest heaving.
When his eyes meet mine, they are darker, hazy with pleasure, but still full of that dangerous edge that tells me I am in trouble.
I slowly lick my lips and tilt my head up to him.
“Something wrong? I say again.
Ash lets out a breathless laugh, shaking his head before grabbing my wrist and pulling me toward him in an all-consuming kiss.
Slowly, he pulls away and brushes his mouth against my ear.
“Your turn.”
