Ask Me Something (The Something Series Book 2) (14 page)

He chuckled.
“You’ve always been a terrible liar, Sasha.”

I swallowed hard
when his hand brushed against my leg. “I uh, what are your plans for this
weekend?” We’d only have two work days left in the week.

Amusement showed
in his eyes. “Laundry, gym, probably clean the house—although I’m keeping the
sheets as is because they smell like you.”

“Now you get to
be tortured like I was.”

“It’ll add to
the anticipation for seeing you the next weekend.”

Right. Our
two-week agreement. At the time we’d agreed to it, I’d thought it might be too
much, and now I was lamenting time apart. “What’s the plan for that?”

“We can discuss
it in the next few days if that’s okay? How are you feeling, by the way?” His
tone was back to low and intimate.

“I’m reminded of
you every time I cross my legs. You could say I’m a little sore.”

Air hissed
between his teeth, and his eyes dilated with desire. He opened his mouth to
speak but then closed it again. Finally, after taking a breath, he whispered,
“I meant if you were tired or hung over. Once again, you’ve caught me off
guard.” He shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

Oh, shit. I’d
made him hard without even trying. Maybe I could do this dirty talk thing,
after all, I thought, feeling my face heat. “Ah, sorry. I had the other on my
mind and answered accordingly.”

He shook his
head. “Not helping. Change of subject, please.”

“What would you
recommend?” I grinned.

“Let’s talk
about the team you’re going to put on the new pharmaceutical account. I’m kind
of surprised you didn’t bring it up the entire time we were in Tortola.”

Huh, I couldn’t
believe it, either. I’d never been able to shut off work for more than a few
hours at a time. And yet it hadn’t crossed my mind in days.

The next day in
the office was productive. I went through emails and got more information on Tryon
Pharmaceuticals, the prospective client on which we’d start to focus in earnest
next week. I planned on spending my weekend studying the board members and
performing my research on everything from the company’s website to its social
media presence. Having the proper background information about a client could mean
the difference between landing or failing to land the account.

It was
unbelievable that I’d shut it off the way I had during the days I’d spent in
Tortola. Brian had told me to wait, not that there was much I could have done
while on vacation, but normally I would’ve been stressing about it.

I’d obviously
been distracted by Mr. Keep-your-hands-above-your-head. Damn, I’d never before had
sex on the brain like this. I sat back in my office chair and took a deep
breath, resolving to put it out of my head. Maybe I needed this two week break
to ensure I could keep it in perspective and still concentrate on my job. This
was friends with benefits, not a relationship that should threaten to consume my
every thought.

Since my
assistant, Nancy, was out on vacation like most of the others until Monday, I
answered my own phone today, even during work hours. When I saw Brian’s number
come up, I smiled. So much for putting the distraction aside.

“Sasha Brooks’
office.”

“Either Nancy is
still on vacation, or you were so anxious to speak with me you picked up your
own phone during the day,” he teased.

“Nancy is still
on vacation.”

“If ever my ego
needs a check, all I need to do is pick up the phone and call you.”

“You asked,” I grinned.

We chatted some
about work, and then I recognized the sound of the announcements in the
background. “Are you at the airport?”

“Sure am. My
flight is boarding soon.”

Why did I hope
he’d tell me he was coming to New York? “Where are you off to?”

“I’m flying to
Hong Kong.”

“Oh, wow. For
how long?”

“What if I told
you I’ll be traveling for the next two weeks and that it would be three before
I saw you again?”

I hoped he was
messing with me. “I’d say you’re in violation of the rules and then ask if
there’s a punishment for that sort of thing.”

I was rewarded
with his intake of breath. “You’re convinced to get me hard every time I get on
a damn plane, aren’t you?”

I laughed and
then got a little nervous. “Uh, I wasn’t serious. About the punishment thing.
You said you weren’t into that, right?”

Now it was his
turn to laugh. “You dish it out and then start to get worried about it being
taken literally?”

I was glad he
couldn’t see my face. So I was a lot of false bravado followed up by a quick
over analysis of everything. “You know I hate when you avoid the question. It
makes me overthink it even more.”

“I know. And the
answer is that my idea of punishment involves tortured pleasure, not pain. I
already told you I’m not into that sort of thing.”

I was relieved
to have the confirmation again. “When are you truly coming back?”

“I’ll be back
next Friday evening. I could either fly into Charlotte and meet you there or
come back through New York and spend the weekend.”

It wouldn’t be
fair to ask him to come to New York straight off a week-long trip overseas. “I’ll
meet you down there. But you’ll be jet lagged. Are you certain you’ll want to
get together that weekend?”

“Two weeks is
the max. With the time difference, I may not get a chance to speak with you a
lot over the next few days, but I’ll be thinking of you.”

Smiling, I
returned the sentiment. “Same here. Let me know your flight information, and
I’ll try to make mine come in at the same time.”

“Okay, and Sasha?”

“Mm.”

“Don’t bother to
pack a lot of clothes for the weekend.”

And with that
parting shot, he destined me to be sidetracked for the entire week.

***

Throwing myself
into work during the next few days made it easier to avoid thinking of Brian or
our upcoming weekend plans. I assembled my team on the Tryon Pharmaceuticals account
and started the strategy meetings. We’d have a mock done and ready to present
to Brian by the end of the following week.

By Thursday
night the boards were done, and I felt confident enough to take off tomorrow
after work for my flight down to Charlotte. I was busy packing my suitcase in
my bedroom when my phone rang.

“Hello,” I
answered.

“Hello back. How
are you?” Brian’s sexy voice asked.

“Good. How is
Hong Kong?”

“It’s all right,
but I’d rather be there.”

“It’s been less
than two weeks.” I was defensive, and couldn’t help it. The thought of missing
one another wasn’t one with which I was entirely comfortable with, especially
when we used to be content to go for days without talking.

“It feels like
longer. What are you wearing?”

I couldn’t help
it; I burst out laughing.

“Honey, you’re
kind of deflating the ego here,” he said dryly.

I realized he
was probably serious. “I can’t help it. The way you asked was like an
infomercial for phone sex.”

“That’s a no to
it, then?”

“I need to ask
you something first.” I couldn’t help my curiosity.

“Go ahead.”

“Have you ever
done it before?”

He chuckled.
“No, I’ve never done phone sex before. Have you?”

“Given my inability
to purposefully talk dirty, what do you think?” I enjoyed the sound of his laughter
on the other side.

“It’s a perfect
time to work on that. Matter of fact, I’m willing to do most of the talking.”

I was already turned
on, simply thinking about it. “Uh, how does this work?”

“I want you to
strip down naked and get into bed. Put your phone on speaker.”

I could hear him
sipping something. “Talk to me while I undress. What are you drinking?”

“Orange juice
with breakfast. I’m packed and waiting on the car to take me to the airport. In
the meantime, I’m staring out the window, looking out at the city and anxious
to get on the plane so I can bury myself deep inside of you all weekend long.
Now tell me what you’re doing?”

“I’m stepping out
of my thong and climbing into my bed, thinking about seeing you in less than
twenty-four hours.”

“Twenty-three
hours, thirty-six minutes and fifteen seconds, but who’s counting?”

That certainly
made me smile. “I’m all packed. Leaving from the office tomorrow afternoon.”

“Good. Do you
have your vibrator in the drawer next to your bed?”

“How do you know
that’s where I keep it?”

“It’s a
reasonable place.”

“Mm hm.” I
brought it out and turned it on for the sound effect.

“I’m jealous of
that thing. Turn it off for a minute. I want to get you ready for it first.”

I complied,
anxious for his next instruction.

“Now I want you
to move your hand down and touch yourself. Are you wet for me?”

“Drenched.”

He sucked in a
breath. “Christ, I thought you said you weren’t good at this.”

“I didn’t say I
wasn’t good at it. I just said I hadn’t done it before. Plus if I can’t turn
you on while I do it, what’s the point?”

“I’m so hard it
hurts.”

“Maybe I need
you in your bed when we do this. I have to admit the thought of you touching
yourself while I do the same is a big turn-on.”

Silence.

“Are you there?”
I asked.

“Yeah, I’m here,
taking off my clothes, getting back in my bed. We only have twenty minutes
before my car arrives, though.”

“Ooh, I like
this a lot.”

“I need you to
touch yourself. Tell me how you feel.”

I lay back on my
pillows, dipping my hand down and closing my eyes.

“Say something.”
He definitely had the voice for phone sex.

I licked my lips
and let myself relax. “I’m thinking of you.”

“And what am I
doing?”

“You’re licking
me, down there.” I blushed when he chuckled at my lack of description.

“All right. How
about I’m burying my face into your sweet, delectable pussy? Then what?”

I swallowed
hard. “And I’m wet, really wet, and I can feel your thumb rubbing my clit.”

“Tell me more.”

The desire in
his voice spurred me on past my comfort zone and into new territory. I wanted
to hear him groan my name in pleasure. “Your fingers are inside of me, and I’m
clenching them.”

“Any chance I
can talk you into FaceTime?”

“Baby steps.” I
wasn’t confident I’d ever get there, but then again, I’d never imagined doing
this, either.

“Fair enough. What
am I doing now?”

“You’re rubbing
and sucking, and I can feel your hot breath on me.”

“You’d feel my
beard stubble from the day past tickling up against your sensitive thighs and
then my tongue licking your slit. You’d be so turned on that you’d push my head
further into your pussy, fisting my hair and grinding your hips against my
mouth.”

I wouldn’t need
the vibrator. My fingers rubbed; I was frantic to reach my orgasm. “I’m going
to come—”

“Me, too Sash,”
he groaned.

I was inflamed
with the knowledge that I had done that to him. I let myself go, climaxing for
the very first time with my own hand.

After a couple
minutes of listening to one another breathe over the line, I broke the silence.
“Are you there?”

“Uh huh. I’m not
sure what I expected, but I didn’t think it would be quite that fast.” He sounded
slightly self-conscious.

“It’s a good
thing it was because I’m completely exhausted now. And although you haven’t
asked, that’s the first time I’ve been able to do that without, uh, battery-operated
assistance.”

“Great. I’m hard
again.”

I laughed. “At
least you’re not getting on the plane with it this time.”

***

Upon landing in
Charlotte on Friday evening, I was anxious to see Brian, but in a good way. It
felt strange to associate the word
good
with
anxious
, but here I
was, excited to spend the weekend with him. Turning on my phone as I deplaned,
I read the message from him.

“Call me when
you get in. I’m stuck in DC.”

I dialed his
number, and he picked up on the first ring.

“Hey. My connecting
flight is delayed. They’re saying we’ll leave in another thirty minutes, but if
it’s much longer than that, I may rent a car and drive it.” He sounded tired.

“How long of a
drive is that?”

“Like six hours.
Hopefully, we’ll be boarding soon, though. I have a key to my house hidden in
the back yard. The gate is open, and it’s in the flower pot to the right, in one
of those fake rocks. I can call a car service to take you.”

“No, no, it’s
not necessary. I’ll either rent a car or take a taxi.”

“I’m sorry about
this,” he apologized miserably.

“It’s not your
fault. And it’ll give me time to rummage through your drawers and see what kind
of secrets you have in your house.” Although I never would do so, I did wonder
if he had a secret stash of sex toys.

“You’ll be
disappointed, I assure you, but at least the cleaning lady should’ve come. I’ll
let you know once I’m on my way from the airport.”

“Do you want me
to pick you up?”

“No, I prefer
you naked in my bed, waiting for me.”

***

After arriving
at Brian’s house, I parked the rental car and tromped around to the back yard
to retrieve the key. He’d texted he was boarding a few minutes ago, which meant
that he should arrive in less than two hours.

Unlocking the
door, I let myself in and hauled my suitcase up to the master bedroom. I took a
shower and headed down to his kitchen. I wasn’t surprised that it was bare
bones in the food department. Since the holidays, he’d hardly had a chance to
spend any time here. I helped myself to a bottle of water and the apple from my
purse and then walked down to the basement. It took a few minutes to figure out
the remote, but finally I was able to flip the massive television on.

I must have
dozed off, losing all track of time. When I opened my eyes, I was shocked to
see that more than two hours had passed. Turning off the television quickly, I hit
the top step at the same time I heard the front door open. I walked down the
hall to greet him, but I didn’t even have a chance to say hello before he was
on me, and my clothes were being dragged off.