(Harlow)
His hand moved over my back, pulling me closer. I could feel how much he wanted me, and that only made things worse. I'd spent half the morning thinking about him already. I wasn't interested in talking anymore.
I reached down and touched him. Asher groaned, and I liked knowing I could get that reaction from him. He'd enjoyed being the one in control last night. This morning, I had other plans.
I moved down the bed. His hand went into my hair, and I heard him curse above me. That was exactly the reaction I wanted. Maybe Sir wasn't the only one who could make someone lose control.
"f**k, Harlow."
I kept going. His hand stayed in my hair, but he didn't try to control what I was doing. This wasn't another session, and we both knew it. I was doing exactly what I wanted.
I could
