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The moment I step through the doors of my apartment my whole body threatens to give out. I just want to sleep. Last night I didn't get much sleep because a certain man was insatiable. Literally. The last round I'm pretty sure I orgasmed in my sleep.

Knowing my mother will kill me if I'm late, I drag myself to the bathroom to take a shower and wake myself up. It barely works. I need coffee and breakfast and a nap. Obviously that won't be happening anytime soon, so I just continue my routine.

I slip on a blue dress with polka dots that my Mom loves on me. Then I brush back my hair and finish up before making my way back out. Today's going to be a long day, but I will tough it out, because I'm able to celebrate my Mom's life. She made it through the surgery. I only pray that nothing else comes up that could be detrimental to her health.

When I get to my childhood home, I walk straight to the backyard where my Mom and siblings set up while Dad cooks on the grill. I love these moments with my family. It's bliss at it's most wonderful form and I couldn't ask for anything better.

I offer to help, but per usual I am shoved out of the way by my family who continuously treats me like a baby. Maybe I could ask for one thing: Can they stop treating me like a child? As always Dad pulls me into his side and lets me help him with the grill.

It's around 2pm when people begin to come in, flowing into the backyard. I greet my friends and family as the pass by me and my dad. If it wasn't obvious I am a slight daddy's girl. After a while Dad passes me the reins so he can get the other food prepared.

I'm putting the second set of meats on when I hear a very familiar voice. I look up and there he is, again, standing on the patio in a pair of shorts with a simple white polo shirt and vans. My lower parts do that thing it always does when he's near. I hate it. Especially now when I can't take care of it.

What the heck is he doing here?

His eyes land on me and a soft smirk grows on his lips before he makes his way over to me. Turning back to the food, I ignore him as he approaches. Then I feel his light touch on my lower back, which makes it completely impossible to ignore him. So I confront him.

"What are you doing here?" I whisper yell.

He shrugs and plays with my fingers discreetly. "Your parent's invited me." His voice is so soft and sweet that I could puke. "What's wrong?"

"Supposed-to-be-one-night-stands don't get to meet the extended family. You already know my family and that's bad enough."

He chuckles and laces his fingers through mine. "It's not as bad as you think."

The sudden urge to hit him comes over me, but I push it and him away, turning back to the food. He knew last night. He's probably known all week. I do not like the way this was sprung onto me. He should've told me, at least given me a warning. His excuse was he didn't want to ruin the sex.

"I didn't tell you because I didn't want this to happen," he sighs brushing his fingers against my arm. "It's okay, no one knows what goes on between us behind closed doors."

Seconds later, Dad returns and instructs me to show Ashton around. I try to get out of it, but Dad wins.

I introduce Ashton around, informing them that he was Mom's neurosurgeon. And me being the only single 'child' left there are a few attempts at trying to push me and Ashton together. This wouldn't be the first, and I doubt it will be the last.

We come to the last group of people that contain a few of my close cousins and my siblings with their significant others. I approach with my...other? Quickly, I introduce Dr. Fate to my family. He greets them back.

I don't miss the way he side glances me. "You can call me Ashton."

My cousin, Tiffany, smiles and glances at me also. "Are you single Ashton?"

"It's...she...things are complicated."

Him and this complicated thing. What we have is not complicated. Acquaintances with benefits. Sometimes we can be considered friends.

Turning to my family, I clarify Ashton's words. "He has a friend with benefits where they just have sex, nothing else. He wants her, yet never even considered asking her if she wanted him back, because I think she might have truthfully said yes. But at this point I think she only wants sex."

Everyone's eyes are on me, odd expressions covering their face. Ashton's gaze holds something that I don't want to discover. A question I don't want to answer.

Excusing us from the group, Ashton takes my hand and pulls me along, his jaw tight. My heart begins to pound in my chest as he guides me into the house and up the stairs to the door of my bedroom. It's the easiest room to find. My doors are painted and a nameplate reading 'Lana Davis' pretty much gives it away.

Ashton guides me in then quietly closes the door behind me. A little too quietly. I don't turn around to see what he's doing but I can feel his eyes penetrating into me.

Walking up to my dresser I look in my large mirror. I see Ashton come up behind me, one arm sliding around my waist, and the other curling around my throat. I swallow hard and meet his gaze in the mirror.

Is he mad? I can't tell what he's feeling, but I know he isn't about to go easy on me. He leans down and flicks his tongue across my neck before he bites. His teeth scrape over my flesh and I let out a groan as electricity sparks through me. He moves up and his lips brush my ear.

"I didn't like the way you gave out all my business back there, Lana."

"Our business," I correct.

He hums. "They don't know it is 'our' business. Tell me you won't give out any more of my business."

He's definitely not going to go easy on me. I don't think I want him to.

"I won't tell if you stop calling me complicated."

He shrugs. "You are."

"Ashton," I bite through my teeth.

He agrees then straightens, meeting my gaze in the mirror with a smile spreading over his lips and I know whatever I'm envisioning my price will be much higher. He steps behind me and places his palm on my back. I shiver all over and watch with rapt attention, all other thought gone. Ashton grips my waist and slowly moves his hands down my hips. It's torture. Agony. Ecstasy. All rolled together. With excruciating slowness, he lifts the hem of my dress.

My breath quickens.

My heart slams against my ribs.

He trails a finger over the base of my spine. Very slowly.

I want to scream at him to hurry, but I clamp my mouth shut. I fear if I do that he'll stop, and I can't have that. I watch him smile and lean over my back and I feel his pants brush against my very sensitive thighs. A whimper escapes my throat and my clit pounds to the rhythm of my heart. I am on fire. Near desperate and nothing has even happened yet. His thumb trails over my stomach and I jerk as a strangled gasp leaves my lips.

"Mmmm..." he murmurs in my ear. "That's a good sound."

His erection presses against my ass and I fight the urge to press back, afraid one move will make him stop. I still don't know what emotion he's feeling. He grips my chin. "Give me your mouth."

I crane my neck and he's there, his lips on mine. I try and turn, but he holds me still, not allowing me to move as he tastes me.

It's a raw, dirty kiss filled with promise and heat that threatens to consume me. I feel it everywhere. Sweeping across my skin. Settling into my bones. Sinking into my skin.

"You piss me off," I whisper.

A small smile lifts his lips, "I know I do." Then he taps my legs. "Spread them."

I instantly comply, pushing my feet farther apart. His hand glides over my ass and hip, he pushes my panties to side and slips his fingers between my legs. His touch is an electric shock and I bite my lip to keep from crying out.

He shakes his head. "None of that, I want to hear you."

I jerk and gasp as his hand slides effortlessly over my exposed mound.

"So wet." He groans then lifts his fingers to my lip and paints them with my own essence.

The scent of sex and desire fills the room. I meet his eyes in the mirror. Once again his pants brush against my thighs, the fabric a delicious irritant against my skin as he slides his hand down my quivering belly and strokes my clit. My orgasm immediately swells like a tsunami, relentless in it's greedy desire. Words begin to build in my throat, yet none of them will come out.

Slipping his fingers through my hair, he holds on so my head can't slip forward and hide my reaction. "Don't come, Lana."

I bite my lip and think about anything but the monstrous climax building inside me. The words 'please' slips through the cracks of a strangled moan.

His fingers slide effortlessly inside me. He pumps in and out, hitting my G-spot.

A cry tears from my throat. It's too much. It's not enough. The heel of his hand grinds against my clit. His grip tightening in my hair. I become a pinprick of focus. My whole word narrowing to what I can see in the mirror and this man with his ruthless fingers.

He leans close, whispering into my ear. "You ready?"

"Yes, please, yes," I choke out, hanging on by a thread.

"Ask me for it."

I'm frantic and I don't even hesitate. "Please, let me come, Ashton."

He presses against my ass, I can feel his hard cock and I want it. I need it. Ashtons chin settles on my shoulder and he growls, "Don't hold back." Then he shifts, pulls my hips back from the dresser and slaps my clit hard enough that I see stars as my orgasm tears through a violent storm.

I come hard. My body shakes as the spasms rack through my frame. Everything is a quivering mess. My knees and thighs tremble, my arms shakes, my body keens as he works every last bit of release from me and I collapse in an exhausted heap.

Slowly all my muscles relax, melting in a way that's a distant memory. My eyes close. My spine eases and when he releases his hold on my hair, my head drops forward. Gently now, his hands slide over my back, smoothing down my hips.

I feel boneless and like I could sleep for a week. Maybe here wasn't the best time to give me that type of orgasm. My bed is sounding better and better by the second.

He straightens my clothes, strokes down my back, and smooths my hair. He lifts me, gathers me close and turns me into his warm chest. He kisses my temple.

"If I get this when I spill your business, maybe I should do it more. Any secrets you want to tell me?"

"Haha, you're hilariously," he says sarcastically.

With my fingers laced through Ashton's, we start to walk out of my room, but at the last second he groans and swings me around and pushes me up against the door.

His mouth is on mine, devouring me. I moan and throw my arms around him, hanging on for dear life as he consumes me. His hands roam down my body. I entwine my fingers through his hair, holding him close. I never want this to end. I could kiss him for days and never go tired of it.

His tongue tangles with mine as our breathing turns heavy. He growls, a low vibration that sends shivers through me. His grip tightens on my waist before he gently pushes me back.

With quick, sure hands he unbuckles his pants. His gaze flickers over my mouth. "On you knees," he commands.

Without hesitation, I drop and tilt my head up. His fingers work into my hair and he uses his other hand to rub his thumb over my jaw. We know where this is going. I part my lips and his cock pushes against my mouth as his grip on my hair tightens.

I don't suck. I don't lick. I just let him fill me.

He thrusts and I relax my muscles as his cock kisses the back of my throat. Our eyes lock as I gag on his next pass but make no effort to pull away. I love the way his eyes flash and the low growl that leaves his throat. He's such an animal.

He pulls out of my mouth, lifts me off the floor then presses me against the wall and impales me. I cry out, gasping for breath. I feel like he gets bigger every time. He jerks my legs around his waist and I hang on as he pounds furiously into me.

My head bangs against the wall as I clutch at his shoulders, desperate to hang on and ride out the fury. My muscles contract at the first sign of an orgasm. Ashton's mouth falls to the base of my neck sucking my skin in an attempt to mark his territory. I don't stop him when his tongue hits my favorite spot.

A fierce climax rips through me.

"Dammit, Lana," he bites out, thrusting hard and fast. Then he buries his mouth in the curve of my shoulder and shudders in release as the waves carry both of us into oblivion.

I have no idea how long we've stayed like this, but finally my legs drop and he pulls out of me. He straightens his clothes as I pull down my dress and fix my underwear until we are both reasonably put back together. When we're through, he kisses me. It's just a soft brush against my lips, but it's enough after everything we just did.

I look into the mirror and fix my hair, before letting him guide me out of the room. "Are you sure this is just casual?" He questions.

I don't even know anymore, but I answer 'yes' even though the words don't sound true to my own ears.