He Was Her Ex-Brother-In-Law Chapter 02
The next morning, I sat at the breakfast table in an oversized white shirt.
I’d left it unbuttoned just enough on purpose.
My collarbone was bare. The strap of my slip peeked through. Underneath, I wore nothing but boy shorts.
Asher stood at the top of the stairs for three solid seconds before he finally walked over and sat down.
“What’s on the schedule today?”
He was asking his assistant, but his eyes stayed locked on the newspaper in his hands.
I bent forward to reach for the jam.
The shirt gaped open. Everything was on display.
The assistant turned away, face bright red.
Asher’s knuckles went white around the newspaper. “Sienna. Upstairs. Change.”
I looked up at him, all innocence. “What’s wrong? You don’t like this one?”
He set the paper down. His eyes went dark. “Either you go upstairs and change yourself, or I’ll do it for you.”
A flash of heat shot through me.
I leaned in, my lips brushing his ear. “Then please, Mr. Blackwood. Do it for me. I’d love that.”
Asher shot to his feet.
He grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me up the stairs, shoving me into my room. “Don’t come down until you’re decent.”
…
At noon, he had a video conference.
I carried a cup of coffee into his study. I walked right up beside him and bent over.
The shirt gaped open again.
His eyes cut sideways. His voice caught, just barely.
The client on the other end asked if something was wrong.
He said it was nothing.
I didn’t leave. I circled behind him and rested my fingers on his shoulders. “You’re so tense. Let me help.”
His body went rigid.
I slid my hands down his shoulders, traced over his lats, and stopped at his waist.
My fingertips grazed the bare skin beneath his shirt.
He reached up and killed the camera feed. “Sienna Sinclair. I’m working.”
“I know. Keep going. I won’t interrupt.”
His breathing turned heavy.
His hand left the keyboard and wrapped around mine, still resting on his waist. “What do you want?”
I bent low, resting my chin on his shoulder, my lips an inch from his throat. “I want you. So bad. You have no idea.”
His throat moved. Swallowing hard.
His grip on my hand tightened.
I slid my other hand down his stomach, drifting lower. Just as my fingers moved into action, he pushed me away. “Get out.”
Those two words again.
I straightened up, smiling.
“Fine. I’m going.”
At the door, I glanced back. “Your voice cracked, Mr. Blackwood. I heard it.”
The door clicked shut. Behind it, I heard something shatter inside the study.
…
That evening, I got out of the shower and realized I’d forgotten my towel.
The bathroom faced Asher’s bedroom directly.
I thought about it for half a second, then swung the door open. I walked into the hallway completely naked.
Asher’s door swung open at the exact same moment.
He stood in the doorway, a glass of water in his hand. He froze completely.
His gaze traveled down from my face.
And kept traveling.
“You…”
I tilted my head at him. “I forgot my towel, Mr. Blackwood. Can I borrow yours?”
He strode toward me, peeled off his bathrobe, and wrapped it around me. “You’re out of your mind.”
I was swaddled in his robe, only my eyes showing. I gazed up at him, full of want. “I’m not the crazy one. You’re the one about to snap.”
He pushed me into my room and pressed me down on the bed, his fingers gripping my chin. “God, Sienna. What’s wrong with you? I’m your ex-brother-in-law and you still won’t back off.”
Hearing that accusation, I didn’t get angry. A twist of pleasure shot through me.
I tugged the robe open and pressed his hand flat against my chest. “Listen. Feel that? That’s what you do to me. Every single time.”
Then I let the robe fall open completely.
He didn’t speak. He grabbed me with both hands and buried his face against my chest.
I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Let’s do this.”
I closed my eyes, bracing for the thrill.
But Asher’s gaze sharpened. He yanked the comforter over me, his mouth curling into a smirk. “Playtime’s over. Go to sleep.”
He turned and walked out.
I listened to his footsteps going down the stairs.
I lay there beneath the covers, laughing to myself.
Asher Blackwood. How much longer do you think you can hold out?
