Page 13 of Ask Me Something

“I only tell you this because I’ve been there, and now it’s time for something better than fine.”

“Three years ago, was this—I mean were there rules?” I was looking at a man about whom I’d once thought I knew almost everything.

“No, not really, but three years is a long time. Now I know what I want.”

“Okay. Are you going to tell me what these rules are?”

“Not tonight, but we can discuss them over the holidays if you decide this is something you want to pursue. We’re not rushing into this, Sasha, and it’s not going to be something we do because we’ve been drinking or you’re jealous. You need to be sure.” He moved closer, his hands framing my face. “I’d better go and let you get some sleep.”

“Do you have to get a hotel room now that your plans have changed?”

“Is that your way of asking if I’m leaving here to go see Jamie?”

I smiled, not willing to give him the satisfaction that I’d been thinking of the possibility. “Either that, or looking for an excuse for you to stay here tonight.” His expression was pure desire and I took the moment to put my hand on his cheek.

He closed his eyes like he was savoring my touch. “You have no idea how much I want to explore that scenario, but you have a lot to think about.”

“About being submissive?”

He smirked. “I was thinking more about whether or not you wanted to pursue it at all given our working relationship. But if you did, then yes, you’d need to think about whether you’d be willing to let me be in control in the bedroom.”

Right, my career. How the hell had I gone from panicking about the perception of sleeping with my boss to hyper-focusing on what Brian meant about rules? He’d completely thrown me for a loop with this new dynamic. “I’m having a hard time seeing you as dominant. And if I’m being honest, I’m not sure that sort of thing would turn me on.”

His carnal gaze was possessive and as sexy as sin when he dipped his head and his lips crashed down on mine. My body instantly ignited when his tongue touched mine, and his hand wrapped in my hair. His kiss was all consuming. Then his hips shifted into mine, and I could feel his obvious desire against me. Jesus, this man could kiss. Then, as sudden as he’d started, he pulled away.

“Still think you wouldn’t be turned on?” he asked, his breathing shallow.

At least he wasn’t unaffected, I thought, feeling all out of sorts. “I, um, that was better than what I remember from Miami.”

He grinned, leaning his forehead against mine so that we were eye to eye. “Yes it was. I’m staying in Josh’s guest apartment tonight so you know.”

Smiling, I was glad he’d told me.

He sucked on my lower lip one last time before heaving a regretful sigh and pulling away. Walking toward my front door, he gave me one more look over his shoulder before leaving.

Holy shit, the world as I knew it had been turned upside down in one evening.

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