“Asher,” he commands with a wink as Asher logs into the computer. “He’s better at this than us. I bet if you ask, he would admit to watching you through the cameras when you didn’t know. Especially in the shower, showing off those impressive curves. I wish I had thought of it,” he murmurs into my ear. His voice is like a smooth whisky, going straight to my clit and making it throb as I shift on his lap. He chuckles at my movement. Placing a kiss on my jumping pulse, he begins playing with my hair as we wait, as if he didn’t just get me wet and ready as I stare at Asher, wondering if he really
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