Alpha’s Badass Mate novel

---- Comfort Alex sprawled on their bed, wearing shorts and a T- shirt, as the day got warm and quite humid. He's catching up with messages on his phone as he becomes aware of movement by the door, his head turning, blinking in pleasant surprise, and his heartbeat quickening as he takes in the sight of his beautiful mate. She's wearing a thin, short, white bathrobe, her hair up and fastened in the back, revealing all of her gorgeous face.

Alex was rather spellbound, at first not noticing the object Ashly was holding in her hand and now waving in front of him. "T need to cut my hair short; will you do it for me, Alex?" Her smile is charming and much too tempting for Alex, knowing that might be her sole interpretation , but he lets go of his phone instantly , mid-message, and gets out of bed as if bewitched, his hand taken by Ashly, who smiles happily at her request being granted and leads him to the bathroom.

She puts the instrument in Alex's hand and sits down. on a stool in front of the tall mirror. "Just the sides, just as short as I usually have them, please." She smiles sweetly at him through the mirror , and Alex has to take a moment before he can get himself to move and function. He still feels baffled by the ---- overpowering effect Ashly has on him. "Alright.

Stay still." He takes a couple of steps closer, glancing at Ashly's reflection , smiling and nodding happily , inwardly joyful at being able to make him happy with something trivial such as this, smiling to himself. He finds the colorful hair clips Ashly used to hold her hair back adorable and runs his finger carefully over the side of Ashly's head where her hair is still shorter than the rest, inspecting it to do a perfect job on it.

"Tt doesn't have to be perfect ; in short, I'm sweating more because of it," Ashly says, watching him through the mirror. Alex nods, turns on the razor, and gets to work, thoroughly and carefully cutting away the disturbing hair. "Like this?" He asks when he thinks he's done with that side, and Ashly turns her head for better inspection , leaning forward. "Yes, next." She grins, and Alex chuckles softly, walking around to Ashly's other side and repeating the action.

Once he's done, he puts the razor on the cupboard and takes a brush to clean Ashly from the strewn hairs. Finishing , he makes a mental note to clean the floor later , then leans down behind her, looking at them together in the mirror. Ashly's arms suddenly come up and grasp his shoulders , pulling him down ---- so his head is next to Ashly, his chin on her shoulder , and she wraps his arms around him, still sitting on the stool.

"We look good together," Ashly remarks, hugging Alex's arms around herself, eliciting a warm tingling sensation inside Alex's chest and spine, rushing all through him. "We do?" He smirks a little, happy to hear it. He can't see himself with anyone but Ashly, ever. "Of course. We are the most beautiful couple in all the company ; haven't you heard your co-workers talk about us?" Ashly says this with a smug expression on her very pretty features. Alex huffs a laugh.

"I don't really care what they think about us or anyone else. If you think so, it's enough for me." "You're always so matter-of-fact." But you're right, what I think is most important is," Ashly smirks, turning her head, her lips touching Alex's cheek for an instant before she feels her lips as she turns her head to him. "Are you wearing anything under this?" They're so close. Ashly's face is blurred as Alex's hand wanders downward to find out for himself whether she's wearing anything or not.

"Hey!" Ashly slaps his hand playfully , making Alex ---- pout. "You have a one-track mind, you know?" Ashly claims it, and Alex could deny it, but would it be the truth? Clearly not. He does have a very Ashly-oriented mind, whatever the matter. "T think you have only yourself to blame for that. What did you think I would do when you were looking like that?" Alex challenges, brow raised. "Mmm, I do look good in this." Ashly says she is full of confidence , looking back at herself in the mirror.

Alex chuckles and straightens as his back is giving him a hard time in this position, surprised when Ashly moves quickly, a hand around his arm, standing up right in front of him, their bodies touching, their gazes locked. "How about you take me back to the bedroom and find out?" Ashly's eyes, voice, and mouth are suddenly oozing with temptation -deliberately so, Alex is sure, though it's irrelevant as he's wholly enthralled by her. He nods, moving in, capturing her lips, his arms embracing her, holding her tightly, treasuring every moment, her scent, taste, and touch, the way her body molds against Alex, fitting so perfectly, her mouth pliant, warm, and wonderful, giving and demanding just as much from Alex, as fervently as Alex desires.