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Authors: Cerys du Lys

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I couldn't stop
it now, couldn't contain the tide of my arousal.  It rose up, a giant wave, and
consumed me.  I rode through it, lost myself inside of it.  Asher never let me
forget it, either.  His tongue, his hand, always insistent and coaxing me to
greater and better passion.  I writhed on the floor, a hot mess, entirely
unwound and undone.

Before my climax
finished, I grabbed him.  I pulled his head away from my nipple and wrenched
him back up to my face.  I kissed him, hard, needy, all over; on his cheeks,
his lips, his chin, his jaw.

"Please,"
I begged.  "Asher, please, inside me." 

With him kissing
me now, with me no longer needing to hold his face and pull him up, I grappled
with his pants until I had them somewhat undone.  I kicked them away, pushed
them down with the toes of my heels, and then narrowed my brow in frustration
when I couldn't get his pants all the way off because of his shoes.

He laughed and
helped me remove his shoes and pants.  "Calm down, Jessika."

"It's not
funny!" I shrieked, trying not to laugh, too.  "I need you inside of
me right now."

"What if I
say no?" he asked.

"Asher,"
I said, panic-stricken.  "You wouldn't.  No, don't.  Please.  I'm begging
you."  All conversational skills abandoned me.  "Asher, no,
I..."

I got no further
before he grabbed the sides of my thighs and buried himself inside of me. 
Every synapse in my brain let out an electric sigh of wonder at the insane
amount of pleasure he brought me.  His cock drove into me, steady and thick,
completely satisfying my need of him.  Or, satisfying that current need, though
I suddenly realized I needed so much more.

"Yesssss,"
I hissed.

"I love
you," he said, kissing my cheek.  "I really do, Jessika.  I love
you."

"I
know," I said, sobering up enough from my intense arousal to speak
regularly for a second.  "I love you, too.  I love you so much,
Asher."

We made love. 
We had sex.  We fucked.  We did all of it at once in some indulgent
conglomeration of lust and love.  I wanted him, needed him.  I wanted to kiss
his face and relish in the touch of his lips, and I wanted to savor the feel of
his manhood inside me.  I wanted him to nibble on my lower lip and stare at me
with a predatory gleam in his eye while he shoved his cock into me and pushed
us across the carpets of his office.  I wanted to relax and calm down and
languish in his love, but I wanted to speed up and press against him and desire
his lust, too.

We did all of
it, all at once, and I lost myself in him.  His body pressed against me, onto
me, keeping me warm and safe while seducing my bare skin with the touch of his
own.  He filled me completely, satisfied me, and while our coupling was
somewhat primal, it was an act of intense affection and devotion, too.

I screamed aloud
when I came, my slick folds kissing at the shaft of his cock and my inner walls
clenching around him.  He kissed me everywhere then, every inch of my face,
leaving my mouth so I could announce my climax to the world in wild, illogical
utterances.  My body twisted beneath him, but I didn't want to go anywhere.  He
held me tight; enough to let me squirm in pleasure but not so much that I could
slip away from him.

"I'm going
to," he said.  "Soon."

My orgasm was
still in full effect, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.  I tried to
look at him, but I couldn't see more than bright lights and shadows.  "Inside
me," I said, a pleading whisper.  "Please, inside me."

He nodded,
though I didn't see it.  I sensed it, though, a wisp of a breeze caused by the
nod of his head because of how close we were.  He thrust into me, faster now,
imminent and urgent.  Then deep, deeper still, claiming every inch of my body
with his own.

The warm gush of
his seed enveloped me.  I felt his cock pulsing and twitching inside me and the
warmth of him unleashing his pleasure into the deepest part of my body.  I held
him and squeezed him, with my arms and the walls of my pussy.

"I don't
want to let you go," I said.  "I won't."

He laughed. 
"Alright.  I'm not going anywhere."

My orgasm still
tremored through me, minor fits of pleasure.  "I'm going to keep you here
until you're hard again," I said.  "Then we're going to do this
again."

"That might
not take too long."  He grinned.

"That was
so good.  Did you like it, too?"

"It was
wonderful.  You're wonderful."

"I love
you."

"I love
you, too."

...

We made love
another time.  I squirmed and writhed and wiggled beneath him, begging him for
everything.  I doubted I made sense after awhile, I was so caught up in my
passion, but I didn't care.  Asher didn't seem to care, either.  After we
finished for a second time, he rolled to the side of me when I forgot to hold
on tight to him.

"No,"
I said, whimpering like a little child.  "I need you more."

"More!" 
He laughed.  "We can't just make love in my office forever, you
know?"

"Why
not?" I asked, pouting.

"Well,
first off, Jeremy's waiting for us.  And second, you need to explain what you
were doing in Solomon's office.  I heard a little about it, but I don't quite
understand."

"Oh,"
I said.  Yes, we should do that.  And then make love again, if possible. 
"Hold on, wait here."

"Hm?" 
He watched me curiously as I scrambled to my hands and knees and crawled over
to my discarded shirt.  For good measure, he slapped my ass hard before I moved
too far away.

I squeaked and
looked over my shoulder, favoring him with a devilish smirk.  "I said hold
on!"

"I'm
holding!  I'm just having fun while I do it!"

Rolling my eyes
at him, I then turned away and fetched the USB flash drive from my shirt
pocket.

"Here,"
I said, crawling back to his side and handing the flash drive stick to him. 
"I think this will explain everything, but I don't know what
exactly."

"Alright. 
Let's have a look."

He got to his
feet and then picked me up.  I laughed and wrapped my legs around him, making
him carry me over to his desk.  He grunted and feigned annoyance, but every so
often he looked at me with this sublime, loving expression.  Captivated, in
love, I couldn't look away from his face.

He sat in the
chair behind his desk, nude except for his socks, and I sat on his lap, naked
save for my high heels.  Opening the wider middle drawer behind his desk, he
retrieved a tiny netbook and set it onto his desk.  Flipping open the lid,
pressing the power button, the laptop began to switch on.

"I..." 
How should I explain this better?  I was empowered by our sexual sessions from
a moment ago, but I still didn't know what to say.  "I don't know how to
say this, and I don't like it, but Beatrice is cheating on you, Asher.  She's
been having an affair with Solomon."

Asher frowned,
grave.  "Jeremy said as much.  I don't want to believe it, but if there's
evidence here..."

Quick thinking
reminded me of earlier.  "She's making reservations for them at a place in
California.  The, um..."  What was it?  "The Solage Calistoga."

He chuckled. 
"With my money, no doubt.  That'll be easy enough to look into.  I can
call them and figure that out."

The computer was
on now and finished setting up.  Asher plugged the USB drive into the side and
waited for it to load.  A window popped up asking him what he wanted to do.  He
clicked on the button to open the folder and view the files.

This was it. 
Whatever Beatrice and Solomon were planning, we'd soon figure it out.  I stared
at the screen, ready for anything.

Ready, that was,
except for what happened.  Another window popped up, prompting Asher to input a
password.  He looked to me for the answer.

"I don't
know?"  I shrugged.  "I didn't think there'd be a password."

Asher sighed. 
"I'm not sure what Solomon's passwords are for corporate accounts.  He's
high enough up on the ladder to have his own private set up instead of needing
to use the public ones like most employees.  I can have someone from the tech
department take a look at it.  Maybe they can crack it, but..."

"No,"
I said.  "There's not enough time.  We need to figure..."  I tapered
off.  Wait.  Maybe...?  "Let me try."

He moved his
arms back and gave me free reign of the keyboard.  "Feel free."

I typed it in. 
"P-A-S-S-W-O-R-D."

I hovered the
mouse over the "OK" button, then clicked.  The flash drive accepted
my password and allowed us access to Solomon's private files.

Asher laughed,
impressed.  "How did you know that?"

"It's one
of the most common passwords people use," I said.  "It was just a
guess."

"I like
it," he said.  "Now let's see what we have here..."

We browsed
through the files.  A lot of it was scattered, but all of it told a story. 
Small bits and pieces, worked together.  Contacts Solomon had made, people who
were interested in making money and weren't against destroying Landseer
Enterprises to do it.  Multiple press releases, pre-formatted for what Solomon
intended, all explaining in lurid details the fall of Asher's billion dollar
company.  Notes on Beatrice Landseer's stock profile, and how she'd privately
been selling off her stock for the past year, and the last batch to go which
would coincide with the beginning of her and Solomon's master plan.

"Bed
bugs," Asher said, confused.  "It's so simple."

"It'd be
devastating, though.  If he manages to infest all of your vacation resorts and
hotels with bed bugs, it'd cost a lot to fix."

"We have
insurance for those situations, but it seems Solomon has plans for that, too. 
Apparently we haven't paid for the policy on most of the hotels for months now
and they're due to let it lapse into nothingness for non-payment if the problem
isn't rectified soon.  Also, apparently there's more than a few people lined up
to sue me for emotional and physical damages when they contract the bugs after
their upcoming stays at my resorts."

"It's
because you don't look at the reports he gives you," I said, shaking my
head.

"Well,
apparently so.  I thought..."  Asher quieted down, staring at the screen.

"I
know," I said.  "It's not your fault.  You had no reason to think
this would happen."

"It's just
so sudden," Asher said.  "It's not even that I trusted him, though
that's a large part of it.  I trusted Beatrice, too.  I... I should have seen
this coming, though.  I remember small signs now that I think about it.  I
never really knew which friends Beatrice was going to visit, and I had
Solomon's business expenses paid without a second glance at them.  They were
never
too
excessive, so I didn't think I had anything to worry about.  I
should have paid closer attention, though.  I should have..."

"Shhh,"
I said.  "No, it's alright.  It's not your fault, Asher."

He remained
silent.  I was worried about him.  I could never understand what he was going
through, or what he must feel right now, but I didn't want him to be upset.  I
wanted him to be happy, even if that was hard.  He still had a lot of things
left in life, right?  Maybe this wasn't a good spot to be in, and his marriage
was all but ruined, along with the loss of one of his higher ups at Landseer
Enterprises that he thought he could trust, but...

Well, he had his
house still.  Two of them.  And technically he still had money.  For now,
anyways, as long as Beatrice and Solomon's plan didn't come to fruition.  He
had Jeremy as a friend, which I thought was a pretty big thing to have.

And... if he
wanted—though I didn't know if this would work—he still had me, if...

No.  He said he
loved me, but it was out of some other reason.  He was worried, and Solomon,
and... I shouldn't expect anything, regardless of all of this.  I fully
expected him to be upset with me, since I'd basically singlehandedly destroyed
his understanding of almost everything around him by revealing Solomon and
Beatrice's scheme.

"We're
naked," Asher said, interrupting the silence.  "We're naked and my
marriage is ruined and my company might be in shambles."

"I'm
sorry," I said.  "It's all my faul—"

"What's
your favorite movie?" he asked.  "We can watch it.  Let's go get a
pizza.  We can pick it up, with Jeremy.  We'll need to put clothes on, of
course.  I'm starving."

I blinked. 
"What?"

He swept me in
for a kiss, leaning me across his lap and dominating my lips.  I wrapped my
hands around his neck, returning his kiss with fervor.

"Will you
help me?" he asked.  "You've done so much for me so far and I can't
thank you enough."

"If... if
you want me to, I can.  If you want me to stay and help you, I'll try."

"I don't
want you to go anywhere," he said.  "Not just for this.  I meant it
when I said I love you, Jessika."

I couldn't help
it; I cried.  Tears streamed down my cheeks and Asher kissed them away, smiling
at me. 

"Shh,"
he said.  "Stop that.  No crying."

"I love
you, too," I said, lips quivering.  "I'm so sorry about what's
happened to you.  I don't want you to be upset at me for it.  I know
that—"

"No,"
he said firmly, shaking his head.  "It's not your fault.  This would have
happened regardless.  Maybe we made some mistakes, too, but this would have
still happened.  I won't let you blame yourself."

I nodded.  I
wanted to believe him, but I was too scared to say it.

"I need
you," he said.  "Please say you'll help me?"

"I'll
help," I whispered.  "I... I'm hungry, too," I added, averting
my eyes.

"Good. 
Let's get dressed, get some food, watch a movie back at home—the guest
home—and relax.  In order to solve any problem you need to be in a peaceful
state of mind, no matter the situation.  That's going to be a rough one here,
so I might need your help."

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