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

My body reacted on its own, my inner walls flexing and clenching and squeezing depending on what I thought and what I did.  I tried to remain relaxed, but it didn't work.  I just
moved
without being able to stop myself, and in response Asher moved with me.

This wasn't happening, I thought.  This wasn't regular.  This was probably not a good thing to be doing.

Why did I keep doing it, then?

I became more bold with each passing second and soon I started moving a little more, a little faster.  One finger became two, teasing and caressing my clit.  Asher's cock never left me, never moved anywhere else but inside me, and his hips rocked back and forth.  A little faster, a little more aware.  His breathing became slightly ragged, some odd mix of slumber and excitement.

I felt it; I felt him.  I wanted his orgasm and I wanted my own, too.  Yes, that's what this is, I told myself.  I wasn't having sex with my sleeping husband for any selfish reasons, I was doing it because we were trying to have a baby together.  We needed to have sex for that, didn't we?  Except why wake him up?  I could just let him sleep, and...

My body pulsed.  This was odd.  We weren't moving fast, we weren't necessarily even moving together.  The wrongness, the taboo nature of what I was doing, though; it pushed me forward and built up my excitement.  I rubbed harder on my clit, roughly pressing against the center, desiring intensity despite Asher's steady sleep.

I needed to bite my finger very hard right then.  My core flexed, taut and tight, and my body screamed with indignation.  I wanted to soar high.  I needed it.  I wanted triumph in my climax.

I couldn't do any of that without waking Asher, though.  Instead, I whimpered.  It felt good.  It felt amazing, and I wanted to shout it out to the world, but I couldn't, that's all.  I wanted more...

Behind me, Asher growled into my ear.  Rough, too rough, he grabbed my hips with one hand.  He grinded hard against me, pressing deep inside of me.

Oh fuck, he was awake.

Trapped beneath my head, he couldn't grab my waist with his other hand.  Instead, he reached for one of my breasts, squeezing and groping it in his palm.  His hand on my hip pulled roughly, forcing me to acknowledge his presence and his cock.  Not that I wanted to do anything else, anyways, but...

His fingers scratched at the hospital gown covering my chest and he searched for something as he squashed my breast in his palm.  Soon, he found it; my nipple.

Torturous and tight, he pinched my nipple hard.  I screamed, or I started to, but my thumb in my mouth stopped me.  Instead, I bit down hard, harder than I had before.  It hurt.  Oh God, it hurt.

I felt so incredibly amazing, too.

"Don't stop," he said into my ear, sleep making his voice gruff.  "Keep touching yourself."

I did.  I'd barely stopped once I realized he was awake.  My fingers teased and tormented my clit while Asher's fingers captured my nipple and his cock conquered me from the inside.

This wasn't what I'd expected.  I didn't even know what I'd expected.  This was a whole lot more, whatever it was.

My body reacted to his touch.  I felt some odd mix of calm relaxation combined with pain and pleasure.  I squeezed and clutched against him as he rocked and pushed deeper inside of me, but I didn't mean to, I just did it.  My body made me.  I was no longer in control of my own actions.  I...

Again, harsher now, fierce and full of pride, another orgasm overtook me.  The first was small and pleasant, but nothing like this.  I didn't even know what
this
was, I didn't know
this
was possible.

Maybe I should have done this a long time ago.

I gave up biting my thumb.  I couldn't; it hurt.  If I bit it anymore I'd bite through the skin and I wasn't sure how I'd explain that to anyone.  I let loose my finger and without thinking I started to scream, but Asher cut me off before I could.  His finger pinched hard on my nipple, then he let go and his palm clapped against my mouth.  His hand covered my scream, muffling it, and I screamed even louder to compensate.  Asher held me tight, his palm pressed hard against my lips.

I gave up screaming.  My body writhed in climax.  He wasn't even thrusting into me.  I didn't even know what this was.  Sex involved thrusts and pushes, right?  Except this wasn't that.  Just one constantly, continuous thrust.  Heavy rocking, harder and harder, until... what?

I couldn't breathe and I grabbed at Asher's hand with one of mine to try and pull it away.  Mad with passion, my other hand kept rubbing hard against my clit.  I didn't know which I wanted more: breath or an orgasm?  Both seemed equally as important at the moment.

His grasp on my mouth relaxed until I could breathe out of my nose.  I did, fast and frantic.  Asher's cock swelled, digging deeper and deeper.  Just a little at a time, but it felt like more with each passing fraction of a second.  In, hard, rubbing, grinding, an eternal thrust.

He gave in to me just as I'd given in to him.  My core clenched and wrapped around his cock while he trembled and shook.  His seed filled me deeper than I thought he'd ever filled me before.  His orgasm claimed him and he came.

"That was..." Asher started to say, but he stopped, at a loss for words.  "Fuck," he said.  "Jessika, that was amazing."

I whimpered beneath his hand, licking at his palm.  Inside me, his cock twitched, sending small spurts of cum to join with the aftermath of my quivering orgasm.  I tried to whisper to him, but my words came out as muffled nothingness.

He moved his hand away and kissed my neck.  I shivered, a tingling sensation coursing through me.

"You aren't mad?" I asked, voice soft.

"Mad?" he asked, confused.

"I uh..."  Well, what had I done?  "You were sleeping and..."

Asher shrugged, squeezing me in his arms.  "I wouldn't mind waking up like that every day," he said.  His lips formed a grin as he kissed the side of my neck.  "Besides, we—"

A commotion in the hallway cut him off.  It sounded like some kind of riot.  In the hospital?  It didn't make much sense, to be honest.  Footsteps pounded outside the door; someone running down the hall.  Then they stopped outside our door, swung it wide open, and came in.

Thankfully Asher and I were beneath the blankets, but he still shouldn't have been in the hospital bed with me.

A wide-eyed, frightened looking nurse rushed in and slammed the door behind her.  Her fingers trembled and searched for the lock above the doorhandle.  Her eyes obviously saw it, but she couldn't seem to make her hand twist the lock to lock the door.  It took her a moment and she didn't even seem to notice me and Asher in the room with her.

Asher took that moment to slip himself out of me.  I sort of wished this could have been done in any other way.  Face scrunched up, I tried ignoring everything uncomfortable about this situation and moved my panties back into place.  Quickly, Asher climbed out of his side of the bed and fixed his underwear, then snuck over to grab his pants.  He had them halfway on and up by the time the nurse locked the door and turned around to greet us.

She stared at him in disbelief as he fixed his underwear, pulled up his pants, and buttoned and zipped them.

"Hello," I said to the nurse, offering a light wave.  I decided maybe it was best if I stayed in bed for the time being.

Asher nodded to her, too.  "Good morning.  Is there a problem?" he asked.

The nurse opened her mouth to speak, but then she stopped.  I hadn't been able to see it when she was trying to lock the door, but she had something gripped in her other hand, held tight against her stomach.  She tried to speak again, mouth opening and then closing, but then she gave up.  Thrusting her arm out, she handed Asher the rolled up newspaper.

Asher took it, unrolled it, started reading it, stared at the front page, and...

He almost fell.  Stumbling backwards, he hit the edge of the hospital bed and sat down.  He kept staring at the paper, confused.  I couldn't see what was so wrong with it, what had the nurse and Asher unable to speak.  I tried to look, tried to grab it from him, and he pulled it away from me sharply, not letting me have it.

"Asher, can you tell me what's going on?" I asked, my tone more than a demand.

This was a hospital!  We were being interrupted by some random nurse, of all people.  Granted, we probably shouldn't have been sleeping together in the hospital bed, and Asher shouldn't have stayed overnight like that, and the sex was definitely not a hospital-approved activity, but still.  We should at least have some sort of privacy.  What was that riotous clamor coming from the halls before, too?  It still sounded really loud.

I didn't know.  I could hear voices, people shouting, something happening.

Asher smiled wanly at the nurse.  "Maybe you should sit down and explain this," he said to her.

"Explain what?" I asked; he ignored me.

I sat up, angry.  I didn't want to be angry, but how else was I supposed to feel right now?  Refusing to accept this, unable to understand, I grabbed Asher's arm and tore the paper from his hands before he could stop me.  Oh, he tried, too.  He tried to take it back, he tried to stop me from reading it, but I didn't even have to read much of anything.

Right there, right on the front page, was a picture.  This wasn't a regular newspaper, but one of those sensationalized ones for gossip and rumors.

It didn't matter what it was, though.  In huge print, with a large picture right below it, were the words:

JESSIKA LANDSEER SEX TAPE REVEALED

The picture was of me.  Me and Asher.  I recognized it immediately because I'd seen this picture before.  Asher's hips were pressed against me with half of his cock inside me, my hands on my breasts, squeezing them together.  They used stars to censor out my breasts, Asher's cock, and my pussy, but it was fairly obvious what was going on in the image.

No one should have this.  No one but us.  There weren't copies available anywhere.  The only place the picture existed was...

...on the SD card in Asher's camera...

The camera I found in disarray yesterday afternoon in Asher's guest house, everything scrambled and out of place, one of the SD cards missing.  Yes, that exact camera.

I stared at the newspaper for a second, unable to think.  Asher pulled it away from me, trying to hide it.  A whole lot of good that did; I'd already seen everything I needed to see.  Was there more?  More pictures inside to go with the article?  I didn't want to know.  Part of me needed to know, though, while another part wanted to pretend none of this had happened.

It didn't exist.  If I forgot about it, it didn't exist.  Right?

My face burned bright red but the rest of me felt bloodless.  I didn't understand how any of this could have happened.

A
sher sat with Jessika on the bed while the nurse explained what was going on with the situation in the halls.  None of it sounded good.

"I don't really know," the nurse said.  "One of the receptionists received some phone calls asking about Mrs. Landseer.  Usually we give out patient room number information to anyone who asks, since it's policy unless confidentiality is requested when you check in.  Normally only friends or family call about that, so it's not a problem.  Of course, this situation is a little different, so I don't think she did that, but—"

He interrupted.  "You don't
think
she did?"

"I..."  The nurse balked, looking away from him.  Instead, she turned her gaze towards Jessika.  This was probably for the best, considering Asher was extremely frustrated at the moment and Jessika kept staring at her lap, refusing to look up.

"I don't know," the nurse continued.  "She didn't the first time.  Other people called.  We have more than one receptionist, but after the first few calls, because of Mrs. Landseer's status, everyone was told to keep the information confidential until we could talk to her, um—you."  She glanced towards Jessika, but his wife was still staring at her lap.  "It didn't really work, though.  Reporters showed up and started standing around outside.  I didn't think anything of it at first.  They do news reports sometimes, and I thought maybe they just wanted to do a live report in front of the hospital?  It happens and it's not a problem when it does."

"If no one mentioned her room number or that she was here," Asher said, "how exactly did they find out?"

"Oh," the nurse said.  She'd been so caught up in explaining everything from the absolute beginning that she didn't seem to think the rest of it was important.  "Someone must have told someone," she said, as if this made perfect sense.  "Not through the hospital phone lines, though.  I was sent to make sure Jessika was fine and to keep everything under wraps, but one of the receptionists, or maybe another nurse, or I guess a doctor—"

"A private text message or phone call?" Asher guessed.

"Yes, that's most likely what happened," she agreed with a nod.

Jessika didn't say anything.  Asher couldn't really blame her.  After everything she'd been through with the media, and then the situation in her office yesterday when someone broke in, the fire at their home, and now this?  He wished he could make it all vanish into thin air.  How, though?

"There are reporters outside right now, then?" Asher asked.

The nurse frowned.  "Someone was trying to get them to leave.  I... or, we, really.  We should know soon.  I think they're going to call the room once everything is cleared up."

"Someone?" Asher asked.  "
Someone's
going to get them to leave and you
think
they're going to call the room?  You don't know who and you aren't sure if they will, though?  Do I have that right?"

"Y-yes..." the nurse stammered.

This nurse, despite the possibility of her being higher up in the chain of command, wasn't exactly what Asher would have called competent.  She must have done her job well, and for daily affairs he might have appreciated her efforts, but right now he wasn't in the mood.

"Do you mind waiting in the bathroom?" Asher asked.  With a curt wave, he gestured towards the private bathroom near the door to the hall.  "Can my wife and I have some privacy?"