Landlady: A New Adult Romance (Northbridge Nights Book 1) (23 page)

“You're going to make me come if you keep doing that,” I gasped.

“That's the idea,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

He pulled back my clitoral hood and closed his mouth over my pleasure
center, sucking until I let out a scream. I dug my nails into the bed
and arched against him, desperate for release. Twisting the sheets, I
reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair. I wanted to bury him
between my legs until I smothered him with my cream. I wanted him to
drown in my juices and swallow it all. I wanted my pussy to be his
newest craving, his eternal addiction. “Asher, make me come,” I
begged. “I'm so fucking close.”

“As you wish, princess.”

Asher worked on my clit until I saw fucking stars. Until my body
started to shake and buck against him. Until I was wound so tight, I
thought I'd explode. Then with one final suck, I ricocheted into
goddamn space and was blinded by my ecstasy. Torrents of erotic bliss
fried every nerve; every impulse left in my body until I was left
with nothing but the desire for more. The sex goddess inside me was
unleashed by his touch, and I felt as if I couldn't go back now.

There was no turning back from this master of orgasms.

I had already fallen for him, hook, line, and sinker.

And I was loving every second of it.

“Holy fucking hell, that was incredible,” I moaned, collapsing.

Asher rolled to one side and kissed each of my breasts before pulling
up the covers around them.

“What about you? I want you to feel the same way I just did,” I
said breathlessly.

“That can wait until tomorrow,” Asher murmured. “Trust me, now
that I've tasted you, I'll want more. Much, much more. But for now,
we need rest. I want to hold you in my arms and fall asleep with you.
Is that okay?”

Was this reality or just a really, really good sex dream?

Whatever it was, I didn't want it to ever end.

“I love you, Asher.”

“I love you more, Sierra.”

That night, I slept better than I had in months. It was the type of
perfect, dreamless sleep I could only have after receiving the best
orgasm of my life.

CHAPTER 22

ASHER

“WHAT TIME IS IT?” the angel by my side asked. The sheets were
twisted around Sierra's torso and snug around her breasts, revealing
the slightest hint of cleavage.

God, how could I possibly resist ravishing her?

It'd been a few days since I brought Sierra home and I was getting
used to falling asleep with her and waking up beside her every
morning. Among other things. We'd done quite a few naughty things
since Sierra came home, but not sexual intercourse. Not yet. I wanted
to save that until she regained use of her legs. Then, and only then,
would I fuck her until she couldn't walk again.

I couldn't believe God had made me wait thirty-two years before he
introduced me to Sierra Maywood.

How did I spend my days before I met her?
Working my ass off,
that's how.
Now my days were more relaxed, carefree. Every day
was a holiday with the woman I loved. Couldn't get better than that.
I was blessed with the greatest gift of all: unconditional love, and
it was a treasure I would never relinquish.

“It doesn't matter what time it is. Not like I have to go to work
or anything,” I said, smiling. “We're on vacation, remember?” I
leaned in and gave Sierra a kiss.

“You should try to make nice with your dad. I'm sure he just said
those things because he was angry.” Sierra said, “Just talk to
him.”

“I did talk to him. In fact, I waited four hours just so he could
tell me to fuck off.”

“He didn't say that.”

“Not in so many words,” I said. “But he did tell me that if I
wanted my job, I'd have to leave you.”

“He didn't.”

“He did,” I said. “It wasn't until that moment I realized Dad
considered you a threat. He thinks because I'm with you, I'll lose
everything I've worked so hard for these past few years.”

“And you don't agree?” Sierra sat up, rubbed her thighs, and
winced a little.

“Not one bit. Especially now that I know how you feel about me.”

“Can't you prove to your dad that you can juggle two things at
once?”

“My dad doesn't trust my judgment,” I sighed. “It's pointless
talking to him.” I pulled back the sheets and walked naked towards
the bathroom. I hoped she was studying my ass as I strode inside.

“You look good enough to eat,” Sierra purred from the bed.

I started the shower and groaned as the hot water soothed my taut
muscles. It didn't matter that I was unemployed. I could probably
land another job at another firm. But Sierra? She was irreplaceable.
I wouldn't be able to find another one of her anywhere. She was a
priceless gem in a sea of fakes and she was all mine. And I wouldn't
trade her for the world.

There was no doubt in my mind that I'd made the right decision by
picking her.

After brushing my teeth and wrapping a towel around my waist, I
rejoined my sleepy angel.

“What should we do today?” I asked.

Sierra looked at me through mischievous, hooded eyes. “I have a few
ideas in mind.”

“I'd love to do what you're thinking, but I was hoping we could
finally go on a proper date,” I suggested. “That
is
what
normal couples do, you know.”

We'd spent far too much time these past few days in bed, only leaving
it to use the bathroom or to order delivery. In fact, the takeout
cartons were piled too high and my dogs were getting pissed off at
us. My place had never been messier, but I was okay with that.

“But we aren't a normal couple, are we?” Sierra says, reaching
for my shoulders and kneading them.

I dove back down into bed with her, kissing her senseless. My lips
dragged down her neck, and I licked her collarbone. Sierra let out a
sigh as my fingers skimmed along her belly.

“Do we have to go out?” she asked. “I don't mind staying in bed
all day. Again.”

“The doctor said you need to go for walks so your muscles don't
atrophy,” I pointed out. “Come on, let's go for a walk and grab
some breakfast. There's a great café I know a block away.”

“Fine,” Sierra grumbled.

Fifteen minutes later, I was helping her down the front steps. She
was getting a lot better at using the crutches, which was a relief.
Even though I intended to look after her until she was better, it was
a comfort knowing that if I needed to pop out for errands, she'd be
able to fend for herself.

The rubber pads of Sierra's crutches clopped alongside me as we made
our way towards Clearwater Café.

Once we were seated, I took Sierra's hands into my own and kissed
them. “I can't believe this is finally happening. You have no idea
how tortured I've been for the past month. Speaking of which, I
believe rent is due,
Landlady.
”

Sierra held out her hand. “Well, pay up,
T
respasser.
”

“I'm a bit short on cash at the moment,” I said, straight-faced.
“Can I pay you back in orgasms?”

Sierra's lips parted into an 'O'. Then her face became sullen. “Are
you really having money problems? From losing your job? I still
think
—”

“—There's nothing you need to worry about
other than getting better right now,” I reassured her. “I have
plenty of rainy-day savings to keep
both
of
us
afloat.”

“I don't need you to support me,” Sierra said. “I plan to go
back to work next week.”

“Like hell you are,” I cried. “My woman is not going to bust
her ass in a cast and crutches.”

“I'm already used to having them,” Sierra pointed out. “Other
than the occasional annoying itch, I am more than capable of going
back to Delfinos.” Sierra lowered her voice. “Besides, I need the
money to pay the bills, and there is no way I'm going take a penny
from you.”

“Just because I'm unemployed doesn't mean I'm broke. I can pay your
bills, no problem. If you want, you can pay me back later.”

Sierra thought for a moment. “I still need to go back to work.
Staying at home all day, everyday will make me stir-crazy.”

“We're not going to be staying home all day. I'm going to take you
out every day. Starting today. We'll have fun.” I shot her a boyish
grin.

Sierra was about to reply when my phone buzzed in my pocket.
It
was from an unknown number and I was tempted to ignore it. But I
decided against it. After all, it might be Dad.
“Sorry, I
have to take a call.” I went outside the café and hit the answer
button.

“Asher? It's Klassen. I need your help.”

“Klassen? How the hell did you get my number?”

“You're still in the directory,” Klassen said. “Can you come
into the office? I need your help with the Holdom merger.”

“I thought you had it handled?” I didn't bother hiding the
irritation in my voice.

“Can you come in or not? I need this done by tomorrow, and I'm
swamped.”

I wanted to refuse. I really did. But I'd been working on the Holdom
merger for over a month, and I didn't want that idiot to screw it up.
Even though him screwing it up would probably mean that he wouldn't
get my promotion... I didn't want to shaft the Holdom sisters and the
firm's reputation in the process.

“Fine. I can be there within the hour.”

“Thanks, Asher. I really appreciate it.”

Klassen had never asked me for help before, so I supposed it meant
something that he was asking now.

Of course, he'd have trouble. I'd been busting my ass for four weeks
on the case while he'd just jumped in for the last few days of it.
Even with Mike's help, he was probably out of his element.

Once I returned to the café, I apologized to Sierra. “I'm so
sorry, baby. Klassen needs my help. I need to go to the office.”

“You don't work there anymore, Asher. You don't owe them anything,”
Sierra said.

“I know, but I've worked too long and hard on this case to watch it
fall apart. Besides, I like the Holdom sisters. They deserve to have
their case treated with the utmost care and diligence.”

“You're way too nice to be a lawyer,” Sierra said, digging into
her lemon loaf. Her lips were set in a firm line. “They're just
using you, baby.”

“I'll be back in a few hours. Do you think you can make it home by
yourself?”

Sierra laughed. “Asher, I'm two blocks away from home. I'll be
fine.”

I leaned down and kissed my girlfriend. “Thanks for understanding.
I'll take you out somewhere nice tonight, promise.”

“Deal. Now get going before Klassen explodes from stress.”

Though I promised to help Klassen, that didn't mean I'd have to go
out of my way to rush to the office. He was at my mercy.

I walked back to the house and changed into a suit. Then I hopped
into my Jag. Half an hour later, I strode into the office.

Rachelle beamed at me. “Nice to see you back, Asher. The office
isn't as fun without you here.”

“I miss working here too,” I admitted. “I'm here to see
Klassen.”

“Yes. Go right in,” Rachelle said. “He's had a fire lit up his
ass all morning.”

As if he could sense my arrival, Klassen came out of his office and
for the first time ever, he smiled at me.

Did he really fuck up that bad?

“Thanks, Asher. You're a lifesaver,” Klassen said.

“Just get right to the point, Klassen. Don't waste my time. What's
wrong?”

“Lachantal wants more money,” Klassen said.

“That's not what they said last time.”

“They changed their mind,” Klassen said, looking down. “They
want an extra million. That or Lexi Holdom's new line.”

“What new line?”

“Lexi isn't just the head of marketing, Asher. She's a fashion
designer, too. She's coming out with a new fall line that's projected
to make millions.”

“I had no idea.” I paused. “What did the sisters say?”

“I haven't talked to them yet, but I think they're going to be
furious. I need you talk to them. They trust you more.”

“That's not what you said at the meeting a few days ago,” I
pointed out.

“I was too arrogant. They hated me and said they wanted to talk to
only you.”

Klassen's words made me feel smug. Of course, they wouldn't like him.
He wasn’t nearly as personable as me. Or as handsome. And charming.

“When are they coming?” I asked.

“Any moment now,” Klassen said. “So will you break the news to
them?”

“Even better,” I said. “I'm going to make them change their
mind.”

Klassen looked horrified. “What the hell does that mean?”

“You'll see.”

Klassen wanted to know, but there was no way in hell I was going to
give him credit for my ideas. Even if I never worked at Morgan,
Sloane, and Perry again, I still didn't want him to be promoted to
senior partner.

The Holdom sisters showed up twenty minutes later. Vanessa had dark
circles under her eyes, and I could tell that the strain of running
her empire while seven months pregnant was getting to her. Lexi,
however, was as radiant as ever. She had a determined set to her lips
and her hair was styled up in a no-nonsense bun. I was uncertain if I
could convince Vanessa to drop the deal but perhaps Lexi would be
more receptive.

“Vanessa, Lexi. Thanks for coming on such short notice.” They no
doubt had to take a red-eye from L.A. to be here today.

“This better be important, Asher,” Lexi said. “My sister
doesn't do well on red-eyes. She's kind of in her third trimester.”

“It is important. Come into my office, please.” I opened the door
for them and they entered. They didn't know I’d been fired. And I
didn't have the heart to tell them. At least not yet.

Thankfully my office was still vacant. My personal effects were gone,
but it was still a usable meeting room.

After they had sat down, I explained Lachantal's greedy
counter-offer.