~Asher POV~
I gripped the brunette’s waist, my fingers digging into her skin as I bent her over the cold marble of the kitchen counter. I slammed into her from behind, the rhythmic sound of skin hitting skin echoing through the quiet house.
She let out a sharp gasp, her back arching. "Oh my god, Asher... yes."
My gaze drifted to my phone sitting just inches away on the counter. It had been buzzing for the last ten minutes. I didn’t need to look at the screen to know it was my mom or my dad. They were probably at that dinner party right now, checking their watches and wondering why I wasn't there yet.
They should’ve known by now that a room full of stiff suits and fake smiles wasn't my vibe. I preferred this, the heat, the sweat, and the lack of expectations.
I reached forward, fist fo
