Page 72 of Ask Me Something

“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.”

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