***Scars***

Asher pointed at the space between his legs. "Stand here." Mina stood up and faced him, trembling slightly as he reached up and pulled the belt on her robe, letting it fall open and expose her front to his gaze. To her surprise, he gently traced the scar on her lower abdomen. "This is from?"

"The hysterectomy." He nodded and then moved to the thick semi-circle burn on her ribs.

"And this one?"

"An ex."

"Derrick?"

"No."

Asher frowned. "Tell me."

"Make me scream." She countered. Why would he care about her scars? Growling, Asher grasped her panties and pulled them down roughly. She gasped and grabbed his shoulder when the sudden movement pulled her off balance. He slid his hand up her legs to her hips and pulled her toward him, picking her leg up and hooking it over his shoulder. Mina swallowed nervously, she almost told him to stop, but then his tongue made contact with her clit, and her eyes closed as he expertly teased, licked, sucked, and nibbled on it. Her hands came up and buried themselves in his hair as she let out a low moan, and her body shuddered. Her head fell forward as the heat began building in her core. Asher's hand slid from her hips to her ass, and he squeezed before reaching from behind and pushing his finger inside her.

Asher's anger at her refusal to give up the name of the dick who burned her was forgotten when he pulled that low moan from her, and she shuddered. He slid his hand around, taking a moment to squeeze her ass, biting back the groan that rose in his throat at the thought of spanking it and leaving his handprint on her. Instead, he moved along, dragging his fingers over her soft skin until he could gently probe her dripping entrance. As much as he wanted to show her his way of bringing about pleasure, he figured he could build her up to it. He was now hoping they didn't find her ex-husband for a while. He smiled against her as he pushed his finger up inside her, and she clamped down on him hard, trapping him as she gasped and shook. Realizing she was about to lose her balance, he wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her, twisting, so she was on her back on the couch.

His cock was rock hard in his pants. When she clamped down on him, he knew he had to be inside her, had to feel that on his cock. Asher lifted his head and met her eyes. He felt a flash of anger at first, he thought she was being stubborn and holding back so she wouldn't have to give up information, but as he continued to hold her gaze, he realized it was fear, and he wondered if she had ever had an orgasm that wasn't self-induced. "Relax, Princess; you're too tense. Relax and let go for me." He murmured. He dipped his head back down and went back to licking her clit. He slowly moved his finger back and forth until he could pull it out. He added his middle finger, and this time her back arched and she frantically pushed her hips at his face as she shook and moaned loudly, She didn't scream, but she did yell his name. He continued to push his fingers in and out of her, working her through it until she came down.

Asher debated fucking her and decided to hold off until she had proven she would hold up to her end of the deal. He sat back and looked down at her, her face, neck, and chest had a rosy flush, her eyes were closed, and her mouth slightly parted as she caught her breath. It was such a pretty sight that he hoped she would, he wanted to do more to her.

"58 Ryckman Avenue, Albany."

Asher grinned. "Get yourself ready Princess, we're going to pay your ex-mother-in-law a visit."

"I get to go too?" She opened her eyes and slowly sat up as Asher got up and started to walk away.

"I think you've earned it." He said over his shoulder as he left the room