I can’t believe we’re actually doing this. I’m terrified, yet excited at the same time. I’ve waited so long for this, I wasn’t willing to let Ashe out of my sight for one night. I want my hands all over him and his rough ones on mine.

Unpacking, I put everything in its place. I jump in the shower to wash and shave my legs. Afterwards, I dig out a silky deep purple nightgown that falls mid-thigh. The lacy straps crisscross in the back. I rub my lavender lotion all over, remembering that it’s his favorite, then dry and brush out my long hair and make a quick braid to lay over my shoulder. Soft, shiny pink gloss covers my lips. I’m so engrossed in getting ready that I jump when I hear a knock on the door. Looking through the peep hole I can see Ashe standing in the hallway, nervously running his hand through his thick, dark hair.

“That was quick,” I say as I open the door.

His jaw drops to the ground when he sees me. “I didn’t want to be away from you that long.” He walks in and wraps his arms around my waist.

“Afraid I might change my mind?” I tease with him.

“Something like that.” He chuckles and trails kisses down my neck, causing an instant ache. “This is sexy, but I want it off.”

I raise my hands above my head and he yanks it off me and pushes me against the door. His hand finds the tie in my hair and slowly takes it out, freeing my hair to fall loose. His kiss on my lips becomes urgent as if his need for me is as strong as my need for him, and it can wait no longer. This is the passionate man that I’ve longed for and missed. His mouth alone sets my soul on fire.

Deepening the kiss, my hand finds his hair and tugs at it. Moaning in pleasure, he picks me up in his arms, carries me over to my leather couch, and bends me over it. He slaps my ass hard. I let out a yell of pure satisfaction knowing what’s coming next when I hear his jeans unzip. He rips his shirt off and I feel his bare chest pressed against my back. “I fucking need you now.” He rocks his hard cock up against my ass.

“Then take me,” I rasp out as his hand lands on my ass again. I push my hips into him encouraging him to take what he wants. At this moment, I would give this man anything he wants, anyway he wants.

His hands pull my hips up and he enters me hard. “Thank God you’re wet, baby.” He growls and thrusts. The couch scoots forward across the room until it bumps into the coffee table, causing the glass top to rattle with each thrust. He pulls back slightly and I widen my stance, bracing my arms on the couch. He drives in again and I can feel my orgasm building. His hands hold my hips and he doesn’t move. I hear his breathing evening out as he tries desperately to control himself.

I purposefully wiggle my ass and clamp down around him. He lets out a roar and loses control, making my orgasm spiral. I’m soaking wet, panting and trying to catch my breath, when he picks me up again and takes me into the bedroom. He is still rock hard as he lays me on the bed and crawls on top of me. I remember his stamina well and I know he’s going to bring us both nothing but pure pleasure for hours.

He suddenly stands and takes both of my ankles in his hands, spreading my legs, pulling me toward him. I grab onto the sheets knowing his entrance into me will be forceful. He thrusts into me again, but stills. He places my ankles on his shoulders and slowly and tenderly kisses the inside of my right ankle, causing me to arch my back. The feeling is so erotic. One of his hands slides down between us, touching where we are joined. He pulls out and strokes himself, while his eyes are plastered to mine. I see the desire pouring out of them. He slowly and achingly inches back into me.

I close my eyes at the sensation. “Open them,” he orders. I lock them on him. He takes my ankles from his shoulders and spreads my legs, making my knees bow out. He places his hands on my shoulders and thrusts in harder. The movement and position makes my orgasm surge. It’s so forceful that I arch off the bed again, and he yells out my name.

He falls over me, panting and covered in a sheen of sweat. “Damn it, Aedon, you came so hard.” His breath is in my ear.

I bite his shoulder. “You have five minutes to recover before we go again.” I rasp out.

He raises up on his elbows, glancing at the teeth marks on him. “I’ll take three,” he says and devours my mouth.

We finally fall asleep from exhaustion around four in the morning.

I can’t move. Ashe has his legs wrapped around mine. His arms have me tucked into his side. I can tell he’s still sleeping by the soft puffs of air at my ear. I try to move and feel the ache in my body from our lovemaking. I can’t help but smile. God, I’ve missed this feeling. My body is fit, but I always felt like I’d done several hours at the gym after making love to him. I lift his hand and he grumbles, pulling me in tighter.

“Not yet.”

“I’ve got to pee.”

“Good,” he says and rolls me to my back. His lips make their way down my body, stopping at my nipple. He sucks hard and my body answers to him. “It will make your orgasm harder,” he says, as his body covers mine. “Put me inside you,” he says.

I reach between us, stroking him several times. His head lifts up and he lets out a moan. I place him at my entrance and he pushes inside. His mouth finds my nipple again and he toys with it between his teeth. I can feel myself building already. He thrusts several times and stops. He repeats this twice and I explode around him so violently that it pulls him deeper inside me and I come again, taking him with me.

He rolls over on his back. “I hate when you’re right.” I laugh and roll on top of him. “Actually, I love when you’re right.” I smack his lips with mine and achingly crawl out of bed.

“Where are you going?” He throws a pillow at me.

“We can’t stay in bed all day.” I turn on the shower.

“Why not?” he yells.

I peek my head from the bathroom. “I’m starving, for one, and in dire need of caffeine.”

“I can agree about the food.” He hops out of bed and heads my direction. “What are you cooking, wench?” He swats my ass and jumps in the shower.

“I’m a terrible cook and you know it.” I say, putting my tooth brush down. His hand flies out and pulls me into the shower with him. I wince.

“You’re sore aren’t you?” he asks sweetly, but with pure satisfaction covering his beautiful face.

I nod. “I haven’t done an all-nighter in forever.” I rub his shoulder where the red marks from my teeth stand out.

His brows crease together as he grabs the body wash. “I don’t want to hear about your sex life with another man.”

I laugh out loud.

“What’s so funny?” his scowl grows deeper as he lathers my body.

“I don’t know any man but you that can pull an all-night sexcapade, so don’t go getting all alpha on me.”

His hands go to my ass, pulling me to him. “Is that so?” he asks, with a smug grin on his face.

I reach around me and take the scrubby from him. “Yes. Now behave so we can go get some food.”

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We finish bathing and get dressed. Ashe pulls out a pair of worn out jeans and a tank top that shows off his biceps. I throw on a simple sundress and brush out my wet hair, which falls in curls around my face. I apply some lip gloss and we head to the diner on the corner. Wren is sitting in a booth in the back reading the newspaper. He waves us over when he sees us.

“Can you bring a pot of coffee?” Ashe says as he passes a waitress. She blushes when she looks up and sees his gorgeous face. I roll my eyes and head for the booth.

“How long have you been up?” I ask as I slide in and Ashe sits next to me.

“Long enough to place an order.”

The cute little waitress places a carafe of coffee in the middle of the table, placing two mugs down with it. She picks one up at a time and fills it. Her gaze cuts over to Ashe and her cheeks redden again. “What can I get you?”

“I’ll have a pile of pancakes,” I tell her, reaching over Ashe and taking the mug from her.

“We are serving lunch now,” she says, pouring the second mug.

I take Ashe’s arm and roll it over, looking at his watch. “Damn it’s two o’clock. I love staying in bed all day with you,” I kiss his cheek and smile at the waitress. “I’ll have a cheeseburger.”

“Make that two,” Ashe says, as she turns away from the table. His hand squeezes my leg under the table. “Was that necessary?”

“Probably not,” I laugh, “but now she can quit blushing every time she looks at you.”

Wren folds up the newspaper and lays it on the seat beside him. “Are you guys going to take some time off?” The waitress slides his food in front of him and I steal a French fry.

“I’m headed out tomorrow to my parents’ house for a few days and then to DC.”

“What about you, Ashe?” he asks.

“Only today, I have a lot of paperwork to get done. I need to cover the phones so Ander can take some time off. Hopefully, nothing new will arise for a few days. Our teams worked so hard, they could all use some rest.”

“What about you?” I direct my question at Wren.

“I’m eating and going back to bed. I’ll worry about work tomorrow. Do you need any help getting ready for your meeting with General Briggs at the Pentagon?” he asks me, taking a big bite of hamburger

“No, I got it covered. I’m going to work on our reports for him at my parents’ house. No distractions there.” I wink at Ashe.

Our food comes to the table and I dig in. “I’ll get you all the numbers you need tomorrow to give to him. We want to make sure we keep the funding coming in, and he’s the man that will make that happen.” He bites into his cheeseburger and it drips down his chin.

“How is it exactly that you know him?” Wren asks.

“His wife had a brain tumor and she was my patient. I removed it when no one else would. She’s perfectly fine now. That was about ten years ago. She did so well, in fact, that they had a daughter a year later.”

“No wonder he has your back.” Wren chuckles.

“I love a good success story.” I delve into my burger. “I will look forward to meeting him.”