The room thrummed faintly with the distant hum of the city outside, a steady backdrop to the storm building within Asher. He loosened his tie with a sharp tug and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, each movement a silent concession to the maddening pressure clawing at him. He still couldn’t wrap his head around it, how that cheeky little rabbit had managed to reduce him to this. Asher Dominic, always the man in control, now sitting here, m**********g? The absurdity almost drew a bitter laugh. If anyone were to walk in now, they would no doubt have a good laugh.
With a low curse, he yanked down his zipper, and his length sprang free, slapping hard against his abdomen. He groaned, gripping himself tightly, the heat and tension surging in his palm a perfect mirror of the torment
