Asia said as she pulled Dexter’s arm more securely around her midsection. The couch afforded them very little room to maneuver, but making it up the second set of steep stairs to the bed had seemed like more effort than it was worth. It was just fine with her. Over the past hour, she had discovered that there was just enough room on her sofa to do all kinds of delicious things. Her body shivered just at the thought of what Dexter could do on a bed.He moved his hand up her belly until his palm met her breast. “Jealous of what?” he whispered against her neck.Asia bit her lip, pausing for a second before finally admitting, “Your other clients.”He moved her hair to the side and placed a kiss against her neck. “Did you and Cortland ever have sex?”Asia looked over her shoulder. “Of course we did. We were together for four years.”“So, should I be jealous of him?”She frowned. “It’s not the same.”“Would it be any different if they weren’t clients and just random women that I’ve slept with?”He turned her to face him as he twisted them both on the sofa, so that he was now lying on his back and she was stretched out on top of him.
