Chapter 239

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