His Absolute Arrangement: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #1) by Cerys du Lys Read Free Book Online

saying or why I was saying this.  Some part of it made sense to me, and another part of me told that part I was insane.
    "No," Asher said.
    "Asher, please, we—"
    He grabbed me about the waist hard and lifted me into the air.  "No."
    I beat on his back and he took that moment to slap my ass hard, spanking me.  I gasped.  Before I knew it, he had me flung across his shoulder and he was carrying me to his private meeting room.  Thankfully there was no meeting going on, though there wouldn't have been one, anyways.  Asher rarely used the meeting room for actual meetings.  Privacy, yes, and the occasional special meeting with important persons, and... other things.
    We were apparently going to use the meeting room for other things.  He swung the door open and I watched it, wincing as the handle hit against the wall.  The glass door was going to break, I thought.  He was going to break the entire room, throw me on the floor, and fuck me.  That's what he was going to do, wasn't he?
    I didn't know whether I was worried or aroused.
    Asher gently dropped me onto his meeting room table and sat me on the edge of it, standing before me.
    "I was upset that day," he said.  "I knew my marriage was a lie, but I wanted to believe there was more.  Beatrice and I hadn't had sex in months, and even when we did, it was exactly like I just said.  In, out, silent, no enjoyment, and then done."
    I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to look indignant.  Pursed lips, pouting slightly, I glared at him.
    He smirked and pulled my arms up by the wrists with one hand, groping my breasts with the other.  He held my hands tight, fingers curled around them, strong and commanding.  He squeezed one of my breasts hard with his other hand, his palm and my blouse and bra and breast moving as one.  I opened my mouth to protest, but he kissed me before I could.
    "I'm still speaking," he said, leaving me breathless.
    I almost felt like I was drooling; our kiss left me wanting more.
    "I don't know what I was thinking at the time," he said.  "I was frustrated, and I probably shouldn't have done what I did.  I knew Beatrice was going to see a fertility specialist earlier, and I'd get a call later.  I didn't think I'd get it when you were here, to be completely honest.  I didn't think about any of that.  I went too far, Jessika, but when I saw you on that table, your clothes thrown around this very meeting room, your beautiful glistening pussy right in front of me, I couldn't stop."
    "I should have," he continued.  "It wasn't right of me to do that."  He said this, but at the same time he was groping my breasts, going from one to the other, mashing them together and pinching my nipple through the fabric of my blouse and bra.  "I wanted to bury my face between your legs and lap up every ounce of your arousal.  I wanted to touch it and to feel it.  I wanted to give you so much pleasure.  It wasn't right, but I hadn't known anything like that in so long, and the urge was overwhelming."
    He lowered his hand unceremoniously and wrenched up my skirt.  I bounced and wobbled on the edge of the table.  Asher let go of my hands, letting me balance myself with my arms, but maybe this wasn't really the best thing for me to do.
    Plucking at the waistband of my panties, he pulled them harshly upwards.  The fabric stretched, close to ripping, molding against the contours of my sex.  He pulled harder, more, up, higher, until the crotch of my panties dug into my folds and my slit, rubbing roughly against me.  I gasped at the suddenness of it, almost falling off the table.  My fingers gripped the edge of the table and I somehow managed to keep myself propped up, but I didn't even know how.
    "You're always like this, Jessika," he said.  "But just for me.  It's always just for me and I love it.  I have a lot and I know that.  I have so much, and I appreciate all of it.  I never want to be unappreciative, and I never want to act privileged or