Ask Me Something (The Something Series Book 2) (17 page)

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I finally
stepped into my eighth-floor condo after ten o’clock that night. I’d sent my
team home two hours before but had wanted to put the finishing touches on the
presentation myself before calling it a night. Yes, it was only the dry-run
tomorrow, but it didn’t matter. I would still be one hundred percent prepared.
It was hard to explain to most people, but anything else stressed me out. Therefore,
there was no point in settling. I’d learned a long time ago that I could lie in
bed sleepless, obsessing about outstanding tasks, or I could stay at work until
I was satisfied.

The sound of the
television came from my bedroom. I hadn’t bothered to put one in my living room
when I’d moved in because I only watched it on the weekends. My New York home
was a one bedroom, one and one half bath that was all of eleven hundred square
feet. The kitchen and living room were all one space. The bedroom and master
bath were straight back.

I slipped off my
heels and drew in a deep breath, taking stock of my feelings. Knowing that Brian
was in my space as no other man had ever been and that he was waiting on me
made me restless, but not in a bad way. When I walked into the bedroom, I saw
him propped up against my queen-sized bed’s headboard.

He smiled at me,
pausing the television. “How was your day, honey?”

I laughed,
knowing he was teasing, which was a nice way to avoid any weirdness. Obviously,
this was new for both of us. “Productive. When did you get in?”

“About an hour
ago. I pretty much had to babysit Josh to ensure he didn’t hop on a plane and
go up to Connecticut tonight. Haylee requested a night to herself in order to
study for a final tomorrow while he’s at his max time away from her. It’s funny
to see him so—I don’t know—smitten.”

I shrugged out
of my suit jacket and crossed to my walk-in-closet. Having such a large one had
been the selling point of this condo. “I bet. Does that mean he’s planning to do
less travel?” I unzipped my skirt and hung everything up.

“Yes. You
noticed tomorrow is via video instead of in person. And he’s tasked me with
Hong Kong for the most part. I don’t think he’s building any more hotels
anytime soon. He’s nesting.”

We both laughed,
and I enjoyed the small talk.

I walked out in
my bra and panties and observed his eyes rake over me from head to toe. “I’m
going to take a quick shower, and then I’ll be back out.”

“Really quick,
please.” The huskiness in his voice let me know he was impatient to have me in
the bed with him.

That made two of
us.

After placing my
hair in a shower cap, I’d barely gotten under the hot stream of water when Brian
opened the glass shower door and stepped in behind me.

“Nice look,” he chuckled,
touching the plastic.

“I hadn’t
intended on you seeing me in it,” I murmured, a little embarrassed.

“You’re adorable.”
He turned me around and kissed me passionately. Pulling back, he sighed. “I
couldn’t wait any longer to touch you.”

“Mm. Let me wash
quickly. Then I can take off this ridiculous cap.”

“I’ll help.” He
proceeded to fill his hands with my shower gel. Inhaling the scent, he closed
his eyes. “It smells like you. What is it?”

“Gardenia.” My
breath caught when his hands started down the sides of my neck and then down
both arms.

“I’d always
wondered.” He reached around, soaping up my back and then proceeded up to my
shoulders, massaging the entire way. His attention shifted to my breasts and
then down to my stomach and hips. Down one leg and up the other. With another
handful of soap, he massaged my sex.

He was an expert
with his ministrations, and I sucked in a breath when his other hand slipped
around to the back side and slid between my cheeks. I was quickly climbing
toward orgasm and decided to return the favor by taking his hard length into my
hands. I was rewarded with a low groan.

“Oh, no, you
don’t. I have plans. Let’s get you rinsed.” He moved out of the way and then
out of the shower, waiting for me with my towel.

After rinsing
quickly, I turned off the water, removed my shower cap, and stepped out.

He smirked,
wrapping me up in my fluffy towel. “What if I wanted you to keep that on?”

“Not happening.”
I was unprepared for him to pick me up and take me into my bedroom where he set
me down gently on the bed.

“On your knees,
gorgeous.”

Over my
shoulder, I watched him take something out of his suitcase.

“We’re going to
play.” His strong hands massaged my lower back and then focused on my backside.
“This will feel strange at first, but it’ll soon feel good, I promise.”

I heard the
sound of lubricant and then something hard slid into my back entrance, then
stopped.

“This is an anal
plug. You’ll get used to it, honey.”

The feeling was
strange but not unpleasant. His fingers rubbed between my lips and then slid
into my heat, finding the slick evidence of my desire.

“You’re so
aroused. I knew I’d find your vibrator in your drawer next to the bed, and
since we didn’t get to it the other night, we’re going to use it now.”

Oh, God, I
couldn’t believe he had it in his hand. The tip teased my wet entrance and then
slid home. A flick of his fingers turned it on and the vibration started. I was
in sensation overload.

“Scoot up. I
want you to grab the top of the headboard,” he instructed.

I was kneeling
at an angle; my hands clutching the bedframe with my knees back a foot. Suddenly
I realized his tongue was on my clit. He’d slid between my legs with his face
literally between my thighs and his hands on my ass pressing me into him.

“Brian, I—” I
didn’t have the ability to form complete sentences.

“Ride my mouth,
honey,” he demanded, rocking me harder, grinding me into his face.

The unbelievable
sensation created by his mouth was overwhelming, especially considering the
other two items in play. While one hand worked the vibrator in and out, his
tongue and lips were unyielding. My entire body shuddered, and then I was exploding
like I never had before. But it wasn’t enough. He pushed me further, never
satisfied with only one. My thighs trembled from the pleasure, my nails dug
into the wood of the headboard. I screamed his name and lost all control,
climaxing spectacularly against his face for a second time. He dragged it out,
leisurely licking me in deliberate strokes and flicking my sensitive clit. My
lower extremities were completely numb, and my body hummed with raw sensation,
pulsating at my core.

Luckily Brian
moved before I collapsed. Otherwise, I fear I would’ve smothered him without
the ability to move. Deft fingers came from behind me and removed the vibrator,
causing me to wince with the inadvertent stimulation of nerves.

When he rolled
me onto my back, I bestowed a silly, just-been-thoroughly-satisfied grin. He
was rock hard, but when I reached for him, he shook his head.

“Don’t make me
tie your hands,” he threatened.

I quirked a brow
and rose to my knees. It was tempting, and he could see the challenge in my
eyes.

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.”