Christopher's POV
I took another sip of whiskey, savoring the warmth as it spread through my chest. Ashley's weight on my lap was a pleasant distraction from the day's stress. Just as I was about to speak, a sudden clap of thunder shook the penthouse.
"Well, would you look at that," I mused, glancing out the floor-to-ceiling windows. Fat raindrops began to pelt against the glass, creating a rhythmic pattern.
Ashley turned to follow my gaze, her eyes widening at the sight. "Oh my, it's really coming down out there."
"Seems like Mother Nature has her own plans for tonight," I said, pulling her closer until she was pressed against me. Her body molded perfectly as if it were crafted to fit just right.
I set my glass down on the table with a solid thunk, my hand running down her back to her ass. "Enough small talk. Let's get into some real action, darling."