His Absolute Insistence: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

and that his previous marriage wasn't anything more than a piece of paper declaring it as such.  Even his ex-wife agreed with that.  She didn't try to hide it, and despite every issue Asher or I had with her, she at least admitted she'd never bothered trying to love him.  It was kind, in a cruel sort of way.
    I couldn't deny I'd let Asher take sexy photos of me, though.  I couldn't deny us being intimate on camera.  It was just us, private and for no one else to see, not shared with anyone, except now everyone knew.
    So... then what?  I didn't know.  I gave up trying to figure it out.
    Asher smiled and kissed me.  I kissed him back, wanting to forget everything and to only remember the softness of his lips.
    "It's fine," he said, moving from my mouth to my cheek.  "Everything will be fine."  He kissed further up towards my ear.  "I love you, and—"  His teeth nipped at my earlobe.  "—I won't let anything—"  Lower, kissing my neck.  "—Happen—"  Near the curve of my shoulder.  "—to—"  Then my collarbone, making me shiver.  "—you."
    I curled my fingers in the hair on the back of his head, feeling the softness of it and pulling him closer.  "Asher, I'm scared."
    "We'll figure everything out, alright?" he said.  "I'm going to head out now to address everyone.  You follow the nurse to the back and join Jeremy.  He can drive you around.  All day, if you want.  It doesn't matter.  I'll find you, so go wherever you feel comfortable.  I'll call soon, alright?  Don't worry about a thing.  I'll handle it."
    "Alright," I said.
    He kissed me again, this time with a little more spice.
    "I wish we could have sex," I said.  "Right now.  Before you leave me."
    He laughed.  "I'm not leaving you.  You're making it sound worse than it is."
    Hiding a smile beneath my forced pout, I took one of his hands and pulled it towards my breast.  I still wore the hospital gown.  He rested his palm on my chest and squeezed softly, massaging.
    "Maybe we should," I said.  "Quick, before she realizes.  I... um... I know that sounds bad.  I don't know.  This is a terrible idea.  But we're trying to have a baby, right?"
    His free hand pressed against my knee, then slowly wandered up my thigh.  With a flourish, he lifted the skirt of the hospital gown aside, his hand diving in.  Deft fingers crept past the waistband of my underwear and touched the softness of my sex.  He teased up and down, making me hitch my breath, then he circled lightly around my clit.
    "We can't," he said, removing his hand as quickly as he'd put it there.  The one on my breast, too; he didn't have to remove the one on my breast, I didn't think, but he did it anyways.
    I whined.  I didn't say anything in particular, I just whined.
    "Cut that out," he said, laughing.  "Seriously, as much as I'd like to, it would never work."
    "You don't actually know it won't work unless you try it," I said, using chaotic logic.
    "True, but I think the odds are against us."
    And it's really not a good time.  He didn't say that, because I didn't think Asher would ever say that to me, but the undertones of it were there.  We had a lot to deal with.  It might make us feel better—or, it would make me feel better—but then what?
    While I removed the hospital gown and put on the dress I'd worn for last night's party, Asher went to get the nurse from the bathroom.  He knocked and she opened the door just as I finished pulling down my dress and settling it into place.  I found my heels nearby, but instead of slipping them on I decided to carry them.  True, maybe everyone from the media had left, but while I escaped to the back to meet up with Jeremy, I thought it best not to call attention to myself with the sharp clicks of my heels against the tiled hospital floors.
    "Ready?" Asher asked, coming back to me.
    The nurse stood by the door, hands folded in front of her, waiting nervously.  The sight of her made me feel more at ease, oddly; she seemed