Ask Me Something (The Something Series Book 2)

by Aubrey Bondurant

  He smirked, and I leaned in and kissed him passionately. He pulled back abruptly and studied my face. “It turns you on to taste yourself on my lips?” he asked hoarsely.

  I nodded and moved in to kiss him again.

  “Jesus, woman—” His hand fisted in my hair, and his mouth crushed mine. “Get on your knees. I want you hard and deep.”

  His voice was shaky. It appeared his control was being stretched to the brink. I obeyed, and he thrust in fully. He was deep in this position and was holding nothing back while he gripped my hips. The plug remained in place and moved deeper with every drive, setting up yet another orgasm.

  I recall hearing his long, drawn-out growl when he met his climax deep inside of me, but I think I may have blacked out after that. Brian clearly must have taken over as I felt him remove the plug and then fold my boneless body into him.

  “How did that feel?” he asked

  “Just when I think I’ve had my best orgasm, you take it to another level.”

  “Did you like the toys?”

  I knew I was blushing. “Uh, they were fine.” I shrieked in surprise when he pinned me beneath him.

  “Did you use the word fine?”

  Uh oh. A thrill moved through me. I giggled and quickly modified. “I didn’t mean it that way. I have a hard time talking about it, though.”

  He studied my face and then kissed me softly. “But if there’s something that doesn’t turn you on or you don’t like, you have to be able to tell me.”

  “I would, I promise. Everything has felt incredible, but verbalizing it is tougher. It’s all new to me. Then I think about how it’s not new to you, and I start overthinking it.”

  Rolling to his side, he gathered me close. “Tell me,” he demanded softly.

  I shrugged. I didn’t know how to put it into words. All these things he’d done with me that blew my mind with amazing orgasms, he’d also done with other women. “I don’t know how to explain it. This is the part I kind of suck at, or haven’t you noticed?”

  He tipped my chin up, meeting my eyes. “I won’t say that I haven’t already done some of the things we’ve done or will do. But with you it’s so drastically different, that I can’t recall my history. There’s no room for it because my mind is filled with thinking of new ways to please you. I want all of you, everything you’ll give me. I meant it when I said that I’m greedy, and I won’t ever get enough.”

  The weight of the insecurity inside of me that I hadn’t wanted to admit suddenly felt lighter. “You always know the right thing to say.” I kissed him softly appreciating that he’d make the effort.

  “I want to ask you something. Something I keep telling myself I don’t want to know, but then come back to.”

  “I don’t think you’ll like the answer to that question, but you’re welcome to ask if you’re prepared to answer the same.”

  “Okay. How many men have you had sex with?”

  “I’m assuming that we’re not judging one another for something we can’t change?”

  “Of course not, and if you’re uncomfortable, then you don’t have to answer.”

  “Oh, I’ll answer. Five.”

  He simply stared at me. “Five guys ever?”

  “Six, including you.”

  “I—Explain that to me. Men practically break their necks looking at you when you walk by.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Even if that were true, do you think I’d hop on them as a thank you?”

  He chuckled. “No, that came out wrong.”

  “I had one boyfriend in high school, slept with one in college, three since then, and you. And since most of the time my vibrator was better than the men I’d had sex with, you get the picture.”

  “Haven’t you ever had a one-night stand?”

  “No. You know more than anyone I have a hard time feeling comfortable with new people. I take it you have?”

  “Uh—Wait, back up. Why did you tell me that I wouldn’t like the answer to the question? Five makes me quite happy.”

  “I figured it might, but what you aren’t going to like is telling me your number now.”

  He flushed. “Ah, yes, my number. Uh, in light of yours, mine isn’t quite as, um—exact.”

  “Meaning you don’t know how many women you’ve been with?”

  “You’re right, I don’t like your answer because it makes mine not so great.” His face turned beet red.

  “Why, Brian Carpenter, have I made you blush?”

  He gave me an apologetic smile. “Okay, there were quite a few in college. A lot less in recent years. I’m not exactly proud of it, but it’s not something I can change, either.”

  “I’m not judging.” I caressed his face and watched him relax.

  “It’s late. You need to get some sleep. Big presentation tomorrow for your awesome boss. Oh and my boss too, but we both know who you want to impress the most.”

  I shook my head and yawned on cue. “The first half hour will feature a fashion show so that I can be told what to wear. It will introduce the most fashionable muumuu choices the world over, so we can ensure I don’t take any attention away from an insecure and difficult female client contact.”

  “Cute. And even in the ugliest muumuu, you’d manage to look sexy.”

  I scoffed.

  He rolled me toward him, suddenly hard and back inside of me, holding my face. “You’ll handle that meeting like the professional that you are.”

  He moved deeper, and I moaned, flexing around him. “Are you talking about work while you’re inside of me?”

  “Not anymore I’m not. Christ, when you flex like that, I feel like I’m eighteen and unable to control myself.”

  Huh. I rather liked that idea. I squeezed again and then rocked my hips up.

  “Ah, Sash, do you really think you can take charge?”

  It was evident I’d had a false sense of being able to do so when he held himself completely still. I squirmed, craving more. But he had other ideas. His head dipped down, taking one nipple in his mouth and then the other.

  “Oh.” I reared up trying to get him to move, but he wouldn’t budge. The only evidence of his acknowledgement was the growing girth of his cock buried deep inside of me. “You’re in charge,” I whispered roughly.

  His eyes snapped to mine, and I knew I’d given him what he wanted.

  “Hold your legs up by the knees and hang on.” His hips moved in perfect rhythm, but instead of waiting on my orgasm like he normally did, he reached his first. I wasn’t sure what to think until he pulled out, and his mouth descended into my cleft.

  “Jesus, Bri, we just had sex—” The protest died on my lips when he brought me quickly to my own release with his tireless tongue. His lips lazily traveled up my stomach and then his head lay there.

  “Do you think there’s anything that wouldn’t turn me on when it comes to you?” he murmured in the darkness.

  My fingers stroked his hair, and I sighed, barely able to keep my eyes open. “I hope that’s not a challenge?”

  He lifted his head and grinned. “Mm. Sleep, beautiful. Not everything needs to be.”

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  The mock pitch had gone as expected in that the content had been on point, but we needed to work on the transitions between Logan and Charlie. Charlie was one of my senior managers and had been in the advertising business for seven years. He was a family man who stayed calm under pressure and was easy to work with. Logan, on the other hand, was young and trying to make a name for himself. Although I admired a go-getter attitude, it had to be controlled, which is what I’d coached him about earlier in the week. This wasn’t a one-man show. If we weren’t all on the same team boosting one another, then there was no place for him. He’d taken the criticism in stride, and I was pleased with his progress.

  Brian came into my office after the mock to share his thoughts and those of Josh in a recap session. As always, he picked up on the details and nuances that would make the pitch much better. Since he was p
art of this high-profile presentation, executing the introductions, he and I needed to ensure we were on the same page, too. I made my notes and knew we’d perfect it in the upcoming two weeks. “We’ll start working on the changes come Monday.”

  “I’m glad that you’re not insisting on doing it today.”

  Being in charge sometimes meant I needed to take a step back and reward my staff instead of piling on more work. “They did a good job today and should have the weekend off before I crack the whip again.” Next week would mean long nights.

  Sitting back in my visitor’s chair, he regarded me. “Logan appears anxious to please you.”

  I shrugged, wondering what he was getting at. “That’s what anyone who wants to be successful strives to do: make their boss happy.”

  “But not everyone wants to please you quite the way I think Logan does.”

  I shot him a warning look, not liking his tone or what he was implying. “You aren’t being serious right now, are you?”

  “I’m only making an observation. That’s all.”

  The hard look in his eyes told me different. “Okay, because it sounded like you were implying something inappropriate was going on.”

  “You told Josh that he was very attractive.”

  My temper started to rise. “Josh posed the question, and I answered. And yes, he is attractive. It’s advertising, Brian. Everyone is good-looking, or if they’re not, then they’re put together and have great personalities. We sell ourselves in order to sell our services. That’s why you don’t want me parading young, pretty associates in the pitch in front of what’s-her-face. And why I have to be very careful to dress conservatively. Because looks matter in this business.”

  The truth was that Logan was hot, but I didn’t personally find him attractive. Matter of fact, I’d never been into any of my good-looking colleagues, with the exception of the one sitting in front of me.

  “I agree with you, but he wants to fuck you, and that’s simply fact.”

  My face heated. “Are you kidding me? He does not. Where is this coming from?” I was exasperated and wondering how the hell we’d started down this road.

  He shook his head. “I have a secret for you, Sasha. Men rank a woman in their head on a scale of one to ten regarding how badly they’d like to sleep with her. Especially the young, single guys.”

  “I don’t need this shit here. He may or may not want to sleep with me, but guess what? I only have control over my thoughts. Not his and not yours. And if you’re going to sit there and tell me that I need to act differently or that I’m somehow encouraging it, you can walk your ass out of here. I’m not even all that nice to him most of the time.” The more I thought about it, the more fired up I was getting.

  He smirked. “Being tough on him only makes him want to fuck you more.”

  “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation. You do realize that you’re acting irrational, right?”

  His jaw clenched. This side of him was so out in left field. “It’s very rational that Logan, along with any other man who sees you, would want to sleep with you. The only difference I’m pointing out is that he’s hoping it will happen on a daily basis. Reasonable thought goes out the window when I have to watch a man trying to accomplish that goal in front of me.”

  “Is this the point where I’m supposed to reassure you that isn’t ever going to happen?”

  His laugh was void of humor. “Only you would take a shot at my ego instead of boosting it at this point.”

  “If you need your ego stroked over your misplaced jealousy, then you made an arrangement with the wrong girl. Now, I have work to do.”

  I could tell he wanted to say something else on the subject by the barely restrained anger reflecting in his eyes.

  “Fine, I’ll let you get back to work. I’m meeting with Mark for dinner, and then I’ll see you back at your place later. I want you to wear those red, fuck-me shoes you have on and nothing else. I’ll text you when I’m on my way so you can wait for me on your knees in the middle of your bed.”

  I sucked in my breath and narrowed my eyes. “We’re not doing this here.” I didn’t know how I could verbalize how that command in my office made me feel, but his words incited my indignation.

  “Do what, exactly?”

  “You’re dominant in the bedroom because, frankly, I let you, and I like it. But you can’t come in my office where I’m in charge and say something like that to me. I can’t mix the lines like that. It pisses me off and makes me feel weird about being given a sexual demand where I work. I—”

  He got up, clenched his jaw, and let out a breath. Moving closer toward me, he raked a hand over his face. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it. Obviously I didn’t think about the entire conversation.”

  I simply looked at him. His eyes were full of regret, and all of my frustration evaporated instantly. “Okay.”

  “You were preparing for a fight?” he questioned, studying me.

  “Yes. Maybe. I wasn’t sure if you’d get it.”

  “I do, and I was way out of line. Do you still want me to come over tonight?” He looked wary.

  “Yes. You have the key if I’m not there by the time you are. I have a spare if I arrive before you.”

  He glanced at me one last time and then left my office.

  ***

  When I got home, I was thankful Brian hadn’t arrived yet. It gave me some time to get my thoughts together. I’d felt off after what had transpired earlier and couldn’t figure out why. I’d made my point, he’d apologized, so why was I feeling uneasy? My phone rang with his number, and I picked up, expecting him to tell me he was on his way.

  “Hey,” I answered.

  “Hi,” he responded, without saying anything else.

  “Where are you?”

  “I’m, uh, heading up to Connecticut with Mark. I had planned to go in the morning and thought maybe I’d go tonight instead.”

  “Okay.” I swallowed hard, trying not to get emotional.

  “I crossed a line today,” he said quietly.

  “It was bound to happen at some point with either of us.”

  “Yeah, I guess. I think it would be good for me to take the two weeks before we see each other again. And maybe next time we have meetings or something big scheduled, not to spend the night together beforehand. It obviously put me in a weird place today, and I’m sorry.”

  “You already apologized, Brian.” I rubbed my temples and realized that this newfound arrangement was not as easy as we’d hoped.

  “I’ll, um, call you later this week, okay?”

  “All right. Have a good weekend.”

  Hanging up, I fought the tears. I had no regrets when it came to establishing the boundaries, especially in my office. However, it was clear I wasn’t the type of woman he typically involved himself with. With other girls, he could truly be dominant all of the time, whereas with me, he couldn’t. He’d most likely realized, or soon would, that it wasn’t worth the effort. That I wasn’t able to give him what he wanted. Sighing, I realized PMS was making me overly emotional, and maybe this weekend alone might not be a bad thing.

  ***

  I ended up relieved that Brian had decided to spend the weekend with Mark because I started my period on Saturday afternoon and was somewhat moody and bloated. I used the majority of the day to plot out what I’d do with my parents next month when they visited. The fact that they were making the effort meant the world to me, and I wanted to show them a great time while they were in New York City. Once their itinerary was finalized, my agenda for the night included a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Boom Chocolatta and an episode of Game of Thrones. Something about chocolate and grisly death scenes were especially appealing at the moment.

  Halfway through the show, a knock sounded at my front door. I paused the TV and put the lid back on my pint of ice cream, sticking it in the freezer before checking the peephole. Shocked, I opened the door.

  Brian’s smile faded.
“Um, I take it you aren’t big on surprises.”

  Considering I was hormonal at the moment and he’d basically told me he needed a break, yeah, I wasn’t big on the surprise. “I thought that you were spending the night with Mark, and you didn’t want to see me for two more weeks.” I was defensive, but damn if he hadn’t put me through a gauntlet of emotions over the last twenty-four hours.

  “Uh, right. Goodnight.” He turned to go.

  I winced. “Wait. Look, you’re catching me off guard.”

  “I should have called.”

  “It’s okay. The timing is kind of awkward, though.”

  “Why’s it awkward?”

  I exhaled. “Because it’s that time for me.”

  He looked completely confused.

  “My period,” I clarified, watching him pale. “Yeah, not something we non-relationship types have had to discuss before. Um, anyhow, I was—”

  He held up his hands. “No, I get it. I’ll call you, uh, later.”

  I nodded, trying not to let it hurt my feelings that he couldn’t get away fast enough. Then again, I hadn’t exactly invited him in. After I shut the door, the tears started, and I cursed. Stupid hormones.

  ***

  There was another knock less than twenty minutes later. When I opened the door this time, Brian was standing there with a bag in hand.

  “Can I come in for a few minutes?” he implored.

  Nodding, I was curious why he’d come back and what was in the bag.

  “First of all, I owe you an apology,” he started, taking my chin in his hand and kissing me softly. “I shouldn’t have bailed on Friday, and then I blew it again by leaving tonight.”

  “I didn’t exactly make you feel welcome,” I conceded.

  He sighed. “With good cause.

  “What’s in the bag?”

  He smiled and set it down on my kitchen counter. “First of all, I have Haagen Dazs ice cream.”

  He pulled out the container, and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.

  “Secondly, I have a bag of salty chips. Next, I have Motrin and water pills, which are supposed to help with the cramps and bloat. And finally, I have bubble bath. I’m told that a soak will help you sleep better.”