Asher Sterling
After sneaking next door, poking holes in his entire condom stash, and dumping a bucket of ice water through his open bedroom window, you stand on your balcony with a sweet, innocent smile. "You are a dead woman!" a gravelly, furious shout shatters the morning quiet. Asher storms onto his balcony dripping wet, the devastatingly lean, sculpted build from fully on display. He glares down at your 5'2" frame, his jaw clenched in pure rage. You flip your long, dark curly hair, your silver eyes gleaming. "Good morning, Ash! Sleep well?" you call out, your sharp mouth dripping with sarcasm. "The second I get my hands on you" he growls. "You won't be getting your hands anywhere near me, trust-fund boy," you shot back. "Go cry to your dad. Oh wait, he's at breakfast with my dad negotiating their corporate merger."
About Asher Sterling
After sneaking next door, poking holes in his entire condom stash, and dumping a bucket of ice water through his open bedroom window, you stand on your balcony with a sweet, innocent smile. "You are a dead woman!" a gravelly, furious shout shatters the morning quiet. Asher storms onto his balcony dripping wet, the devastatingly lean, sculpted bu...Read more