Page 27 of Ask Me Something

I held my breath when he came back and took my face between his hands.

His lips were at my ear, teasing me with their proximity. “It wasn’t nearly as good as having you standing here in my bedroom.” His hands roamed over my back, massaging gently.

“Mm, good answer,” I murmured, leaning into him.

“How are you doing?”

“Fine.” I practically moaned when his fingers kneaded my lower back.

He leaned back and his knowing smile made me catch my breath. “We’ll have to work on the use of that word. I meant about your sister and what she said. Did she call you?”

Right, that’s what he meant. “She did call. I didn’t answer, and she didn’t leave a voicemail.”

“Are you okay?” His eyes searched mine, concern reflected in them.

Brian was aware that I didn’t have the closest of relationships with my sister and that at one point I’d questioned whether it had to do with my being adopted. “I’ll get over it.” I shrugged to emphasize it wasn’t a big deal.

He held my eyes with an uncanny ability to read me. “If you need to talk about it, you know that I’m a good listener.”

I swallowed hard. “Thanks.”

He pulled away and moved toward the door. “I’ll be up a while. Help yourself to anything, take a bath if you want, get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”

I nodded and stood there alone in the room for a moment before making my way into his bathroom.

It was a dream, with dual sinks, soaking tub and a large glass shower that included jets on the sides. I wasn’t planning to wash my hair, but I couldn’t pass up all of those streams of water.

After finishing with my amazing shower, I took my time getting ready for bed. I was too wired up to sleep, and the urge to touch myself was tempting. I should’ve felt relieved his sister was in the house to keep me from rushing into things, but instead I was disappointed. After throwing on my pajamas, I walked downstairs, wanting to discuss more about the rules. I was in the middle of the theater room in the darkness. When I listened there was no sound.

“Sasha.”

“God, you scared me.” I put my hand to my chest.

He flipped on the light and tossed me that boyish grin of his, and then his eyes ran down the length of me in my shorts and tank top PJ set. “Did you need something?”

“I wanted to talk more about the rules.” I folded my arms over my breasts lest he see that my nipples were hard merely thinking about the subject.

He looked hesitant. “Hold on, let me shut the basement door.”

I took a seat in the corner of a sectional sofa with my feet tucked up underneath of me. I liked the setup with the plushness of the sofa and the large screen television against the wall.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, sitting close and turning toward me.

“Explain what this would be. It wouldn’t be a relationship, right? I mean you don’t do relationships, and I certainly don’t.”

“I don’t do girlfriends. It would be a sex between friends I guess.”

“What about the whole boss thing?”

“I could have Mark draw up a nondisclosure agreement if that would make you feel more comfortable about keeping professional and personal totally separate. But I’d like to think that with our friendship we wouldn’t need one. Unless you’re afraid you can’t keep them independent.”

“Don’t patronize me.” I was instantly annoyed.

“My apologies. I didn’t mean to.” The amusement was back on his face.

“See, that right there. You’re polite and charming, and everyone who meets you loves you. You’re the perfect gentleman. That’s why this other side of you is throwing me.”

As if to prove a point, he leaned into me and cupped my chin, meeting my lips. They were soft; however his kiss was anything but. His hands moved to the back of my neck, holding me in place while he ravaged my mouth and inflamed my senses. His demanding tongue met mine, and I moved closer toward him. He slid his hands under my backside, moving me so that I straddled his lap.

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