His Absolute Insistence: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #2) (15 page)

"It's not that," he said.  "It's nothing to do with what happened with us.  The police are looking for Lucent and Elise because of the fire yesterday.  You knew that.  That's all it is.  They went to Lucent's apartment with a search warrant, but he wasn't there and they didn't find anything as far as I know.  They went to Elise's apartment, too.  Just a routine."

"How is that routine?" I asked.  "Elise and Lucent didn't do anything.  Why did they do that?"

"They might not have done anything, but they're still suspects," Asher said.

"I guess so.  Maybe it makes a little sense, but it's not true."

"I know, but until the police can question them, it doesn't look good."

I nodded.  My eyes wandered the room, worried.  I saw the computer still on, the end of the streaming video showing on the monitor.

"I don't like that," I said, staring at it.  "Asher, please, can you close that?  Can you turn off the computer?"

He blinked, confused for a second, but then he nodded.  Jumping to his feet from the bed, he went to shut off the computer.

"I don't know why I did that," I said.  "I don't know why I wanted to show you that.  I thought it was kind of sexy at first, but it's not, is it?  It's..."  It's slutty, I thought.  It was what a whore would have done.  That was exactly what the media said about me before any of this happened, and now they could say it even more because of what happened.  What I was doing, what aroused me.  They wouldn't know about it, but it didn't matter.  I was a whore, a slut, a gold digger and a homewrecker.  I didn't want to be.  I didn't mean to be.

Asher finished shutting my computer down and rejoined me on the bed.  "I don't know," he said.  "I didn't mind you showing me, though.  I was caught up in the moment.  The video doesn't matter, Jessika.  Nothing like that does.  It
was
sexy because it was supposed to be sexy.  Remember?  We did that together.  It was fun back then, wasn't it?"

"Yes, but..."

"Just because it's on the internet now, that makes it bad and wrong?  If that's true, why did we do it in the first place?  If it's wrong now, it seems like it must have always been wrong.  I know that's difficult, and I don't want to share that with anyone.  I don't want to share you with anyone, Jessika, but I don't want to think that what we do in our private lives is wrong, either."

"I liked it, Asher," I said.  "I did.  When we did it.  And I liked watching it with you before.  I like watching all of our videos and seeing the pictures.  You're really good and I feel sexy like that.  I feel like I could be sexy, even if maybe I'm not all the time, but it's just weird."  I laughed, more from shame than amusement.  "I shouldn't like seeing us on the internet!  That's kind of weird, don't you think?"

Asher shrugged.  "It doesn't even look like us.  It could be someone else."

"It's weird," I repeated.  "It's like watching porn."

"I think it's more like erotica," he said, giving me a sly smile.  "It's art.  The passion between us, emboldened in privacy and reproduced as imagery and video."

"That," I said, "sounds like a whole lot of crap."

Asher shrugged, grinning.  He swooped in to kiss me.

"Maybe," he said.  "It's how I feel, though.  Jessika, I love you.  I love us.  I love being with you, whether it's talking, or having fun, or even having sex.  I enjoy every moment with you.  I'm honestly so happy I found you, and that we met, and that somehow we've overcome so much but we're still together.  And, yes, I think that's beautiful, so I guess someone else could call those videos porn, but I think they're art."

"You're just saying that," I said, sneaking a quick kiss, "because you want to make me feel better."

"I'm saying it," he said, sneaking a kiss back, "because it's how I feel."

"You're lying," I said.

"I'm not lying," he said.

"So, you're saying you don't think I'm a weird slut for getting aroused by watching a video of us having sex?" I asked.  "A video that's plastered all over the internet for anyone to see."

"I don't think you're a slut," he said.  "Or a whore, or anything like that.  I'm not all that happy about the internet part, but I think the rest is fine."

"We still have to talk about that," I said.  "The internet part.  And the magazine part.  The newspaper part.  All of the parts.

"I know."

"I don't know what to talk about, though.  I need more time to think about it."

Asher nodded.  "We can talk about it later.  I spoke with my lawyer earlier and he said we can meet with him soon.  Tomorrow or the day after.  Whatever works for you, alright?"

"Sure," I said.  "Maybe tomorrow?"

Asher smiled.  "That's fine."

"Asher?"

"Hm?"

"We're naked."

He looked down at himself, then me.  "Are we?"

I laughed and shoved him away.  "Shut up!  Yes, we are.  Except we shouldn't be, because Jeremy's coming here with Elise and who knows when they'll get here?  We should take a shower and get dressed.  We need to hurry."

Asher smirked, then swatted my butt.  "Let's go, then."

I nodded and hopped off the bed.  "I don't know what happened," I said.  "I know Lucent is your friend, but if he did something to hurt Elise... you need to not say anything and be nice to her.  I don't care what's going on.  I like Lucent, too, but maybe he was a jerk."

"Lucent's always a little bit of a jerk, isn't he?" Asher asked.

"Well, I don't think he's a jerk, he's just... he's uptight sometimes?  I think he's nice, but he needs to open up a little more.  He does with Elise.  I thought he did.  I don't know."

"I know," Asher said.  "Let's shower.  Everything will be fine."

I hoped so.  That's what I kept telling myself.  That's what Asher kept telling me, too.  Everything would be fine.

I
n celebration of the re-release of
His Absolute Insistence
, please enjoy this free bonus scene.  When I originally wrote this, I was worried there might be too many sex scenes, so I tried to cut it down a bit, haha.  This one occurs before another of them, when Asher and Jessika are feeling especially feisty after holing up in her old apartment.

~*~

"W
hat do you want?" he asked.

"You," I said, "in the bedroom.  Right now."

Asher shoved the table aside, slamming it into the back of the couch.  I gasped and winced at the sound of clattering dishes.  He kicked his chair out of the way and swooped in, grabbing me.  He lifted me out of my chair with strong, powerful arms and I laughed and shrieked and screamed, elated.  My shouts were muted by his hand, then his mouth.  He dragged me partway to the bedroom while kissing me hard.  I tried to unbutton his shirt, but I gave up after two buttons and ripped the rest of it away.

Asher grinned at me, lasciviously insatiable.  Scooping me into his arms, he carried me to the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed.  I bounced and the bed creaked and groaned, not used to the abuse.

Yes, well, I thought, speaking to the bed in my mind.  You better get used to it, because we're about to do some rude things atop you.

Asher crawled onto the bed, prowling over me.  He grabbed the bust line of my dress, dug his fingers into the fabric, and pulled roughly, ripping it down the middle.  I gasped.

"Asher!  That's an expensive dress," I protested, nearly squeaking in aroused excitement.

"Fuck the dress," he said.  "It's in my way."

He ripped the rest of it off until I lay on the bed in nothing more than tatters.  I didn't need a bra with this dress, so I lay there in only my panties.  Asher delicately wrapped his fingers around the waistband of my underwear, his powerful hand pressing against my pubis.  With one sharp wrench, he peeled and pulled my panties down my legs, then threw them to the floor.

M
y breath quickened, frantic and fast, when Asher crawled closer towards me.  He grabbed the insides of both of my thighs, one for each of his aggressive hands, and prowled closer and closer.  His head dipped low, bending close to my body.  His back arched slightly, then fell low, too.  The ripped shirt covering his torso dropped to the sides, revealing his toned chest.  That was the last thing I saw before Asher pressed his mouth against my soft skin.

I gasped, loud, when he kissed me
there
.  So caught up in staring at him and his salacious eyes, his smooth, delicious movements, I didn't quite realize what he'd intended on doing to me.  But, no, now I knew.  His tongue slid from the bottom of my arousal-slick sex, dipping into me and tasting my need for him, then up.  He pressed past my labia, spreading them with the sides of his tongue, until he reached the very bottom of my clit.  With a sweeping swirl, the tip of his tongue lapped at my sensitive nub.

I gasped again, body tightening, hips squirming.  Asher held my legs apart, spreading them further, even as I tried to clench them shut.  I didn't know why, I didn't want to.  I wanted more, and yet my body acted as if this were some awful horror. 
Pleasure?  What was that?

Asher knew how to force his own will and demands onto me, though.  His tongue teased downwards again, licking at my feminine folds.  He slinked closer to me on the bed, slithering like some primeval snake.  If I was the Garden of Eden, he was the one who would undo me, delve deep to taste of my forbidden fruit.

His tongue pressed deeper inside of me, swirling and tasting my slickening arousal.  Desirous lips pressed against the bottom of my pubic mound, kissing and sucking and drinking, thirsty for my lust.  I watched him for a moment longer before my eyes clenched shut, or rolled into the back of my head, or something like that.  I didn't know; I only knew that I couldn't see anymore and I didn't want to because it didn't matter.

My hands lay there, limp, uncertain of what to do.  I wanted to do something, but I didn't know what or how.  Fingers, lost in love and lust, clenched at the bed covers, then loosened, clenched again.  I lifted one hand in the air, holding it there, meaning to do something with it and then forgetting what it was I meant to do.  I grabbed one of my breasts and squeezed just as Asher wriggled his tongue upwards and circled around my clit, gently pushing aside the hood to tempt and tease at the pleasant little spot hidden therein.  I squeezed my breast harder, then pinched my nipple harder than that, unsure what I wanted to focus on or what exactly I should do.

I should do something.  Or nothing.  Either one.

I grabbed the back of Asher's head with my hands and pulled him close to me while bucking my hips up and pressing into him.  Surprised, distracted, he accidentally scraped his teeth against the hood of my clit, a light little touch.  Not much, not exactly, but I was sensitive and lost in passion and it felt like too much, too sudden and abrupt.  I lowered my hips, pulling away from him, but some part of me wanted more, to go back, to feel what it would be like to have him nip and nibble my clit like he sometimes did to my nipples and my breasts.

He held my legs apart with his shoulder now, refusing to let me close them no matter what.  Yes, good, a small part of me thought.  Just a small part, though.  The rest of me didn't think at all.  I held his hair in my hands and my fingers, pressing greedy fingertips into his scalp and pulling at his roots.

Without warning or hesitation, he plunged two fingers deep into me.  I bucked up again, hips dancing with the rhythm of my lust, his hands guiding me like we were expert dance partners.  Asher expected it this time, he knew just what to do.

While his fingers pressed deep into me, he latched his lips around my clit, sealing my pearl of passion and pleasure in his mouth.  He sucked, sucked more, forcing the little nub to move further into his mouth.  Too much, oh fuck.  I pulled at his hair harder, bucked my hips up more, ground my fingernails into his scalp.

Did it hurt?  I didn't know.  I was too far past thinking about it to consider anything more than a small part of my body—my clit—lost inside of Asher's mouth.

His tongue licked slowly at the very topmost part of my clit, making me writhe.  My hips moved, side to side or in circles or somewhere.  I didn't know that either.  They moved on their own, according to some unknown goal.

Asher's tongue slipped to the side, gently teasing around the outside of my clit.  It would have felt soft and nice if he weren't also sucking my skin into his mouth, sending a surge of blood and desire into my already swollen clit.  His fingers didn't help much, either.  Or, they didn't help me to think better, but they definitely helped with other alternative options.

Fingertips rubbed against my inner depths, pressing against the walls of my pussy.  He went slow at first, searching, and then he found what he liked.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Sudden and glaring, everything came together.  My clit, too much, except I wanted more, then inside me, feeling me, pressing roughly against all the right spots.  Suction.  Lips.  Need lust desire passion.  My husband and I, together, him exploring my body, drawing an intricate map of my carnal cravings.

I came.  Hard.  Fast.  It happened, just happened.  I realized it in some way, but I didn't know how it happened or when it started.  I just felt it; it was the only thing I could feel.  Asher caused it, he made me this way, but I felt outside of myself somehow, drifting through time and space, astral.  This was something entirely else, something totally different from what I knew before.

And then, gone.

No, no, no.

I thought it, and then I said it.  "No, no, no, Asher, no, no..."

My orgasm, denied.  Somewhat.  It had started, but just as it did, just as I clenched against Asher's fingers in convulsive climax, my rapacious husband removed them from inside of me.  His lips let loose, tongue stopped, and he left me like that on the bed.

My sex, my labia, my clit, maybe my entire body... it begged him to return.  I felt cool where I thought I should feel warm.  His warm mouth had vanished, leaving me isolated and in sexual mourning.

Asher threw off his shirt.  He practically ripped off his pants and kicked his shoes aside, tearing his socks from his feet in the process.  He grabbed my legs and pulled me down the bed.  I still wore my dress, sort of.  Not much of a dress anymore, all things considered, but it clung to my arms.  Asher flipped me onto my stomach, then peeled the dress away from my body, discarding it onto the floor with my panties.