She stared at him and back at the picture. She noticed the similarities in his eyes and mouth. "You don't talk much about anything" she said. "How often do you see her?" "I try" he said. "Almost after every job I make sure I visit her, unless I'm too busy and I have to start a second job right away." Kimberly nodded. "Only child?" she asked and he nodded. She leaned closer to view the screen better, and gave Asher an enticing whiff of floral shampoo, or soap or something. The scooped neck of her top slipped lower as she peered at the monitor, and Asher received an all-too-tempting view of her breasts, not overly large, but shapely, and he remembered that amazing night in his SUV. He fought the desire to pull her on his lapand push that sheer material out of the way, then do everything that he’d already done to her in his mind. He wanted a repeat of that night…But that wasn’t what she needed; he knew that, so, swall

Asher glanced over his shoulder at her, then back at the man skidding to a stop in the hall. “Something wrong?” Mark asked, oblivious to what he nearly walked into.  Asher straightened quickly and stepped aside. “No. Apologies, Kim,” he muttered and clasped his hands tightly behind his back. She needed to stop staring at him like that, with her eyes—suddenly dark with questions he didn’t want to answer.  “It’s alright,” she said slowly. “Mark, what were you thinking, you idiot?” “Sorry,” he said with a laugh. “Didn’t mean to startle the new help.” he grinned at Asher. "Enjoying your new job?" he asked.  “That’s enough,” Kimberly snapped. “What do you want? I’m tired.” Asher glared at Mark, but he said nothing, and instead gave them som

When Victor saw Asher leave  he saw his opportunity. The last time they had a chance to grab her, that bodyguard had shown up and ruined it for them. The man seemed to always be with her so this was an opportunity he couldn't miss.  He wasn't going to wait for Jane. That would just take precious time. Who knew when Mr bodyguard was going to be back. He was sure that he could handle Kimberly alone, she was just a lady who didn't know anything about protecting herself. So immediately he saw Asher leave, he got out and went straight for Kimberly's apartment.  ----------------------- Kimberly had made herself a tuna salad for dinner, but she'd finally put most of the salad into the refrigerator. If it were those days at  College, she would have called one of her girlfriends and gone out to dinner and maybe a movie since Phoebe couldn't come over because she had to work.  But she

She made a small needy sound as she drank in the heady taste of the man who held her so firmly in his arms. She clung to him while he angled his head, first one way and then the other, as though he were greedy to experience her every way he could—and greedy to take the kiss to levels she'd never thought possible in mouth-to-mouth contact.But it wasn't enough. Not for her. And apparently not for him, either. She felt one of his large hands slide down to her hips and slip under the hem of her T-shirt to pull her lower body in against his erection, as though he were desperate to satisfy his craving for intimate contact with her.The other hand flattened against her back, pressing her breasts against his chest. She had never lost her head with a man—always been cautious in her relationships... But she did with Asher.. Totally lost every thought when she was with him. She had never been as hot and needy as she was now. Really, she had been hot and needy

She'd sentenced herself to lying here for the rest of the night, hot and needy and obsessing about whether she was the only one suffering. But some time during the next hour, she drifted off to sleep. And some time later, a low, choking sound woke her again. Alarmed by the sound of distress, Kimberly pressed her back against the mattress, trying to figure out where she was and why.It was dark, with only a narrow shaft of light coming in between the curtains, and it took a moment for her fogged brain to remember that she was in a hotel room bed—and why there was a man lying next to her.His body jerked, and she shifted toward him. "Asher?" she called softly. He didn't answer. He appeared to be asleep. But his head moved from side to side on the pillow, and she knew that he was in the grip of a nightmare. She knew because she'd been there. "It's all right. Asher, wake up." she said.