Chapter 238

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. By the time he stopped, I couldn't tell if I was breathing or hallucinating. Everything buzzed. My brain lagged behind my body like it needed a reboot. I was barely conscious when I felt him take my hand. I blinked blearily and watched him slip my ring off. In his other hand was anot