Read Ask Me Something (The Something Series Book 2) for Free Online Page A

was low and gravelly as he murmured
against my ear, “I was talking about the sex, honey. How was the sex?”
    I wasn’t sure I
wanted to discuss my sexual history, let alone admit it lacking. Meanwhile, his
nearness was wreaking havoc on my senses.
    He pulled back
and danced his fingers down my arm. “Actually, I could tell you how it’s been
for you.”
    I shivered at
his nearness and sexy voice. “Do tell,” I challenged on a whisper.
    He smirked,
knowing exactly the effect he was having on me. “It was fine. And the
word fine is a throwaway word. It’s what you
respond with to the doorman when he asks how your evening was: “Fine, thanks.”
It’s what you say to the client when they ask how your flight was: “ f ine.” But it shouldn’t be the way you describe your sex
life. Hell, maybe the first time was okay and promising. The second time, perhaps
a little bit better, but by the fifth time, you realize that’s it. That was the
main act with the encore. But it was fine , so you stick it out for a while. After all, it’s
nice to have a reason to wear something new and lacy with someone to notice.
Nice to get dinner with someone. But then you find yourself bored and staying
late at work even when you don’t have to because, frankly, the alternative
isn’t as appealing, and that’s not so fine .”
    “Okay, enough.”
I moved one of his arms and stepped out of reach to lean against the opposite
counter. He’d touched a nerve, hitting too close to home on my sex life or at
least the one that I could remember.
    “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