ASHER (The Beckett Boys, Book Three) by Olivia Chase

Author:Olivia Chase [Chase, Olivia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Favor Ford Publishing
Published: 2016-09-11T18:30:00+00:00

By the time we got there, I’d gotten control of myself. I’d had the chance to compose myself, and my heart had slowed just a tiny bit.

We took the elevator up to Noah’s apartment, on the 39th floor of an ultra-exclusive building right in Midtown.

“I’m not going to sleep with you again,” I said as the elevator began its ascent. “It would be extremely unprofessional of me.”

“Charlotte,” Noah said again, sighing. I still loved the way he said my name. “Why do you keep alluding to the fact that we’re going to be sleeping together? I haven’t said any such thing.”

“You said you couldn’t stop thinking about what we did earlier.”

“You mean when I lifted your dress and fucked you in public?”

“Yes.” I should have been offended that he was saying the words out loud, but all they did was turn me on.

When we stepped off the elevator into the hallway, Noah stopped outside the door to his apartment. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

“Do what?”

“Come inside.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because I’m about to be arrested for murder.”

“Did you do it?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

I rolled my eyes. “If you’re saying that, it means you didn’t.”

He unlocked the door and pushed it open, and we walked into his apartment. “Nice place,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. Everything was gorgeous, done in shades of dark brown and light blue, all leather and cream and softness. Huge windows gave an expansive view of the city, and the lights outside twinkled in the darkness.

“Thank you. Would you like a drink?”

“No thanks.”

He moved to the couch and sat down, stared at me.

I sat down on the chair across from him, and asked myself again what the hell I was doing there. I’d been trying to justify it by telling myself it was because I wanted to make a good impression on Noah so that I could impress Worthington. But the truth was, right now, I didn’t give a crap about Worthington, or about law school, or anything. All I cared about was Noah.

I wanted to kiss him again, to feel his hands on my body. It seemed a sin that I’d only had him for a little bit of time.

“I really want to kiss you again,” he said matter-of-factly.

“No kissing,” I said.

“Why not?”

“Because you might be a murderer.”

“You really think I murdered someone?”

“I’m not sure,” I said. I smoothed my skirt down. “I don’t know anything about the crime.”

“Worthington didn’t tell you?”

“No.” I shook my head.

“Then you don’t know that I’m probably going to be arrested?”

“I thought you were just a suspect.”

“I’m a suspect because I’m the most likely one who did it.”

“You don’t seem upset.”

“I’m distracted.”

“By what?”

“The way your tits look in that shirt.”

I blushed at the way he just said things that were so blatantly sexual like that. Cock. Tits. Pussy. The words were foreign to me. Of course I’d heard them before, but usually only in movies. I certainly didn’t hear them every day, and I certainly didn’t say them.

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