Tell me to stop, Ashley (2)

Ashley's POV

The following night, the house felt charged with electricity I could not ignore. Every creak of the floorboards amplified my guilt, yet my body hummed with restless need. I had barely slept, replaying Daniel’s skilled mouth and the thick press of him against my thigh. By evening, the restraint had dissolved completely. I found him in the dimly lit living room, nursing a glass of amber liquid, his broad frame relaxed on the leather sofa.

He looked up as I entered wearing only a sheer white robe that barely reached mid-thigh, the fabric translucent enough to reveal the hardened peaks of my...