Chapter 238 - 239 His Proposal
I frowned. ‘Who brings their husband to work?’
‘Don’t think of me as your husband. Think of me as your assistant.’
I considered it. ‘Fine.’
He kicked the covers up and dragged them over both of us. ‘Come back to bed, it’s still early.’
I tucked myself against his chest, curled into the space under his chin.
I hadn’t even shut my eyes when I felt his hand sliding down my back.
The nap never happened.
It was as if Ashton had just discovered that stamina was a competitive sport and I was the trophy.
Soon, I was sore everywhere, and my spine had melted into the mattress.
Then he started again.
I clawed at his chest, eyes blurred. ‘I can’t. Ashton, please—’
‘Okay,’ he muttered, but his pace didn’t slow. At all.