Asher turned back to the girls, eyes wide, heart pounding loudly. Was his need to see her making him hallucinate or was that really her?
Asher turned again to glance at her and she was still there dancing and talking to a black haired female. Unlike the first time he’d seen her, she wasn’t covered up. She wore a short black spaghetti strap dress so Asher could see all her curves and man was he stunned.
Her creamy skin reflected the neon lights flashing in the club. His eyes trailed down the area covered by her dress. Perfectly sized breasts, not too large but not too small either, a narrow waist that softly spread out into wide hips. He got a good view of her bared thighs and his mind wandered with indecent thoughts. Imagine having those legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into
