The Nerd Who Stole The Quarterback (Astra and Zayne) novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118

Chapter 118

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The Ashton mansion had settled into its usual silence. Upstairs, the lights in the master suite had gone dark nearly half an hour ago. The household knew the routine-doors closing softly, footsteps growing quieter, conversations fading into whispers. By all appearances, it was another ordinary niglit inside one of the city’s oldest estates.

It wasn’t.

At exactly ten minutes past eleven, a shadow slipped quietly through the second-floor corridor.

Nadine paused outside the heavy walnut door of Landon Ashton’s private study. Her pulse fluttered. She glanced once down the empty hallway. Nothing. The house was asleep.

Slowly, she lifted her hand and knocked-two measured taps.

A beat later, Landon’s calm voice came from inside. “Come in.”

Nadine drew a steadying breath before turning the handle. The door clicked shut behind her. A soft click followed as the lock engaged.

The study was dimly lit, the green banker’s lamp on the massive desk casting a warm pool of light. Landon sat in his leather chair, tie loosened, the top buttons of his shirt undone. He didn’t stand. He simply watched her, his gaze cool and assessing.

Satisfied that the door was secure, he spoke.

“Come here.”

Nadine crossed the room, heels silent on the thick rug. When she reached him, he caught her wrist and pulled her down onto his lap, straddling him without ceremony. His hand slid up her thigh, beneath the skirt of her uniform, settling firmly against the soft flesh there as he drew her closer.

“You’re late by thirty seconds,” he murmured against her throat, teeth grazing her skin. “I don’t like waiting, pet.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” she whispered, already breathless.

He didn’t accept the apology with words. Instead, he fisted her hair tightly and yanked her head back, forcing her mouth open as he crushed his lips to hers. The kiss was savage, tongue thrusting deep, teeth nipping at her lower lip hard enough to sting, devouring her like he owned every gasp and whimper she gave him. He drank down her moans, controlling the angle, the depth, the very air she breathed, until she was shaking in his lap and completely pliant.

His other hand ripped open the buttons of her uniform with impatient precision, shoving the fabric aside to expose her breasts to the cool air. His large palm covered one roughly, squeezing hard, rolling her nipple between his fingers until she cried out into his mouth, hips grinding desperately against the hard ridge of his cock.

Then he broke the kiss only to bite down on her neck, marking her where no one else would see. “On your knees.”

Nadine slid down between his spread thighs, her hands eager as she freed him from his trousers. She looked up at him with wide, expectant eyes before taking him into her mouth, hesitating only for a heartbeat before his hand in her hair silently urged her deeper.

“Good girl,” he praised, every word measured. “Just like that. Let me fuck that pretty throat.”

He held her there, controlling every movement, pushing deeper until her eyes watered. He loved the sight-her mascara smudging, lips stretched around him, completely at his mercy. When he finally pulled her off, she gasped for air, saliva glistening on her chin.

“Up.” he commanded. “Bend over the desk.”

Chapter 118

She rose on shaky legs and leaned forward, bracing her hands on the polished wood. Landon stood behind her, shoving her skirt up to her waist and yanking her panties down in one rough motion. He didn’t tease. He thrust into her hard, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke.

Nadine cried out, fingers scrabbling against the desk.

He set a punishing rhythm, one hand gripping her hip, the other fisted in her hair, pulling her back onto him with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the study, mixed with her desperate moans and his low, controlled grunts

“You take my cock so well,” he growled, leaning over her, teeth sinking into her shoulder. “This tight little pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, sir, fuck….yes,” she whimpered, pushing back against him.

He fucked her harder, deeper, until her legs shook and she came with a broken sob, clenching around him. Only then did be let himself go, spilling inside her with a deep groan, hips snapping forward one final time.

They stayed like that for a moment, his body covering hers, both of them breathing hard. Then he pulled out, straightened her skirt almost tenderly, and sat back in his chair, tugging her onto his lap again so she straddled him, his cum slowly leaking down her thighs.

Nadine rested her head against his chest, fingers tracing lazy circles over his shirt. She was quiet for a long moment before she spoke, voice soft and hesitant.

“Sir… is something bothering you tonight? You seem…” She trailed off, biting her lip. “Different.”

Landon’s hand stroked slowly down her back, but his touch remained firm-reminding her exactly where she stood. He appreciated her growing attachment. It made her pliant, eager to please but he would never allow it to become anything more. She was a comfort. A release. Nothing that could ever threaten the Ashton name or the empire he’d built.

He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes.

“Have you noticed anything between Zane and… Astra?” he asked, voice deceptively calm. “Have they been intimate?”

Nadine paused, biting her lip. She clearly didn’t want to say it, but she never lied to him.

“I… I saw them kiss, sir.”

Landon’s jaw tightened. His hand stilled on her back.

He didn’t care if Zane wanted to sleep with the girl. Young men chased beautiful women every day. That wasn’t the problem.

The problem was that Zane had started making decisions because of her.

And if that continued long enough to threaten alliances that had taken generations to build…

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