That was it about this woman that had Ashton so turned on he couldn't keep his hands off her?
He knew why she was here. Considering the extent of the Cromwell fortune, of course they'd hire a lawyer to draw up a pre-nup before the marriage of their son.
So what was she doing wandering the gardens in search of…fun?
The last thing he expected today while blowing off steam in the garden was to be challenged by a daring woman intent on blowing something else.
"My hard-on doesn't do it for you?" He pressed against her, the widening of her eyes and her subtle inhalation telling him more than her bold words could.
She was turned on, same as him.
"I'm sure it's very impressive," she said, taking a tiny step back so their pelvises lost contact. "But I wouldn't want to distract you from your duties."
Laughter played about her lush mouth and mischief danced in her eyes. She liked toying with him. The least he could do was return the favour.
"You're not distracting me at all," he said, injecting enough indifference into his tone to disarm her. "Didn't you know, one of my main duties is to plough?"
A guffaw burst from her mouth. "That is so lame."
"Yet you laughed." Eager to feel more of her, his hands slipped from her waist to her ass. Taut. Rounded. Perfect. "I think we both know wordplay is a great segue into foreplay."
"You're awfully cocky."
"When you check out the size of that hard-on you seem so obsessed with, you'll see why."
She laughed again, a purely natural reaction filled with joy. Not many women laughed like that; not the women he dated anyway. Then again, since his divorce none of them lasted longer than a week so perhaps they put on a front like he did and he’d never had a chance to see beneath it.
"Are we really going to do this?" Her smile faded; the determined glint in her steady gaze didn't. "I mean, I'm all for risqué public garden sex, but what about you?"
She loved being in control; he could see it in the defiant tilt of her chin, in the brazen way she stared him down. He recognised the signs of a fellow control freak, which begged the question, who'd relinquish first when they got naked?
"You had me at risqué," he said, stepping away to offer his hand.
He glimpsed a momentary hesitation, the scantest flicker of wariness in her eyes, before she blinked, flashed him a coy smile and placed her hand in his.
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