The Ashtons - Cole, Abigail & Megan

and punched his emotions. As he suckled her, he trailed his free hand through the water, down the length of her body, skimming across her skin with the lightest of touches, while she moved and groaned beneath him. Every instinct clamored at him to grabher, hold her tight, bury himself inside her and push them both toward an explosion of pleasure.
    Instead though, he corralled his own needs and focused on the soft slide of her skin against his. On the delicious curves and valleys of her body. On the hush of her sighs in the jasmine-scented air.
    He drew on her nipple and felt her hand sweep up to cup the back of his head, holding him to her as if she were afraid he’d stop. But he wouldn’t. Couldn’t. He wanted more. He wanted all.
    Her hips lifted in the water as his hand found her center. He covered her with his palm and felt her heat rise up to meet him. He groaned and ran the edges of his teeth across her nipple. She moved again, twisting slightly, the cooling water sloshing high and over the edge of the tub.
    Then he slipped one finger into her warmth and she moaned softly, gently. So he pushed another finger inside her and as he plunged her depths, his thumb caressed the small, sensitive core of her until she trembled in his grasp.
    Her hands tightened on him. Short, neat nails scraped his back even while she held his head to her breast. She groaned, arching high into his touch, rocking her hips, climbing a peak he’d taken her to.
    He felt the wracking shudders that rippled through her and held her close as she soared over the edge of want and shouted his name as she fell.
    Megan’s skin was all pruny, she had a bruise on her knee from slamming it into the side of the tub and she’d pulled a muscle in her neck.
    And she’d never felt better.
    She practically skipped down the staircase, wrapped up in her plush forest-green robe. She felt warm and loose and should have been completely ashamed of herself for how she’d spent the last hour.
    But she wasn’t.
    She hit the bottom of the stairs and did a quick little two-step toward the hall that would take her to the kitchen. After all, she was married, right? If she wanted to let her husband take her to the stars and back again, while sitting in a bathtub the size of an Olympic pool—God, she wanted to go back upstairs and do it all again.
    “Megan,” she muttered, “you’re shameless. Aren’t you lucky?”
    While Simon was upstairs, showering off the jasmine bubbles, she was headed for the kitchen to take out plates and more wine. Her thoughtful, very talented husband had already called for pizza, and right now, Megan thought she could probably eat the delivery guy’s car.
    She was halfway down the hall, still enjoying the shivery leftovers still humming through her body, when the doorbell sounded out and she slid to a stop. “Wow,” she said, turning for the door and doublingback. “When they say under thirty minutes, those pizza guys aren’t kidding.”
    She ran down the hall and would have tried sliding, but her bare feet wouldn’t have slid on the wood floor anyway. The doorbell pealed again, so she hurried, wondering why the pizza man was in a bigger rush than his customers.
    Making a mental note to try sliding down that long hall with socks on one day soon, Megan yelled up the stairs to Simon, “Pizza guy’s here, bring your wallet, my prince!”
    Then she threw open the door and came face-to-face with her father.

Chapter Seven
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    S imon headed downstairs, wearing only the slacks he’d hurriedly dragged on when he heard Megan shout. Already pulling a twenty from his wallet to pay for the pizza, he stopped halfway down the staircase and watched Spencer Ashton step into the house.
    Soft light from the overhead chandelier danced over the man and his daughter, and the breeze slipping through the still-open door lifted Megan’s hair from the collar of her robe. She looked pale and uneasy, her fingers nervously smoothing the edges of her robe, fiddling with the cloth belt around her narrow waist.
    “What do you think you’re doing?” Spencer demandedand Simon moved one step farther down the staircase. The older man either didn’t notice him or didn’t care. He didn’t even give Megan a chance to speak before he answered his own question. “Do you really think I’ll allow you to defy me this way?”
    “I wasn’t trying to defy you.” Megan took one long step back from her father and Simon went on red alert. Every protective