Oh, La-la!

Amaya Lone Romance

"Ash?” I stiffen at her quiet call, but I can’t look at her right now. If I look at her now, I’m afraid I’m going to lose this thin grip of control I’ve wrestled to me and say or do something I’ll regret. “I just wanted to make sure you’re handing this ok. This isn’t a big deal.”
Not a big deal? Is she serious? I look over at her, shivering in that damned silk robe that makes her look even more enticing than her nudity, if that’s possible. I know I must look intimidating when her breath catches, and she stops moving towards me. “Ok, so you’re not dealing very well,” she says slowly. She takes a cautious step forward like I’m some predator that may devour her. I can’t say the idea hasn’t crossed my mind. “This isn’t a big deal,” she says again, laying a trembling hand on my arm. Her skin is cool and soft, and I feel a vibration run through my entire body at her touch. “This is art, that’s all. It’s just a body. This doesn’t need to change anything between us if you don’t want it to.”
“And if I want it to?” The words are out before I can think twice. My voice sounds thick and raspy and I watch as a shiver passes over her. Her mouth opens as she looks at me, eyes wide, her chest rising and falling with every breath. I turn to face her at last, and let my arms circle her waist, dragging her against me. She feels amazing, like she was made to be here, in my arms. I shouldn’t do this, torture myself holding her as if I have any right to her. I pause, giving her time to pull away, to say no, to be the sane person here. Instead, she leans in to me.
Need spikes into me, and before I can second guess myself, I lower my mouth to hers and it’s as though the rest of the world ceases to exist. It’s just her and I and this moment that means everything. At first, the kiss is gentle, testing. It’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask for a very long time. I run my tongue along her lower lip, and she opens up to me on a sigh, inviting me in. Our tongues rub against one another, a prelude to something more. She tastes like home, slightly sweet, and welcoming. I feel like I could kiss her forever and never tire of her taste. My hand slides down and I cup a firm buttock, pressing her even closer into me as her hands cling to my shoulders.
My head is swimming with the feeling of her, and I pull back, slightly afraid of going even further on this terrace. She sways slightly in my arms and I hold her close, unwilling to let her go entirely just yet. She rests her head on my chest and lets out a contented sigh, making me smile.
Kayla Brown is a driven young woman. When she starts working as a project manager and is assigned to Ash Denning, they hit it off right away. When Ash\'s fiancée leaves him for another man, Kayla is the one person he knows he can lean on. As their feelings deepen, their mutual respect for each other turns into a passionate love affair neither was prepared for.
There\'s only one problem- Kayla is much younger than Ash. When he finds out just how much younger she is, it shocks him to his core and leaves him questioning his own honor.
Before he can attempt to explain his side to her, however, he learns that the co-worker who has been sexually harassing Kayla, Brett Turner, has a dark reputation. Knowing she\'s refused to report Brett for his indiscretions, Ash decides to take matters in his own hands. A decision that proves fatal.
**Explicit s*x scenes, violence, and mention of r*pe (not depicted)**

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