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.
CHAPTER TWELVE
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.
His lips were demanding, and his tongue worked mine with an aggressiveness that ignited my arousal.
“Have a good flight?” I asked, smiling.
“No, it didn’t go by fast enough. God, I need to be inside of you.” He frantically fumbled with my leggings while I rid him of his belt. He backed me into the living room, making it only as far as the sofa before he thrust inside of me.
I gulped at his primal groan of pleasure, feeling the same.
He stopped for a moment and grasped my face between his hands. “Hi,” he grinned.
I giggled, moving my hips and enjoying the sweetness of his thumb tracing my bottom lip. “Hi, yourself. Glad to be home?” He drove into me and I arched my head back in pleasure.
“I’ve been hard for the last two hours, forty minutes and thirty seconds, so yes.”
My nails raked his back. “Turns out you’ve come to the right place.”
I had barely gotten the last word out before he started to pump in earnest, gripping my backside and pinning me to him. He tilted my pelvis up, and suddenly my orgasm exploded through me. I trembled from the power of it, and then moaned in satisfaction, when his climax followed a minute later.
***
“I like you in my bed,” Brian murmured, running his hands lazily over my backside while we lay curled up together in the wee hours of the morning.
“I’d dozed off downstairs but meant to be up here waiting.”
He kissed me and, as was his habit, nibbled on my lower lip. “I don’t think it would’ve mattered, I was going to jump on you either way. I’m normally a bit more in control, but you have me all out of sorts.”
“I like having you out of sorts.”
He cocked his head and studied me. “Why’s that?”
I shrugged. “Because you’ve had me out of sorts since the night you kissed me after our drinks when you said that we needed rules.” I did air quotes and watched him smile.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I woke up alone in bed. Alone and sore. Not a bad sore, just a very thorough reminder of the fact that Brian had woken me in the middle of the night for another round. After taking a quick shower, I stepped into the bedroom and smiled at the silk robe laid out for me on the end of the bed. After donning it and some light makeup, I went downstairs where I could smell breakfast cooking.
“Hungry?” Brian grinned.
“I could eat. You cook?” I was surprised.
He came towards me in low-slung flannel bottoms and nothing else. “I do, indeed. How do you like your eggs?”
“Over hard.”
He quirked a brow, and we both laughed. “Here’s coffee. One sugar and some milk for you.” He put a big steaming mug in front of me at the breakfast table and went back to the stove.
Of course he would know how I take my coffee. “How do you remember these things?” I liked watching him move comfortably about his kitchen. This domestic side of him was sexy.
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I remember little details for clients, and it makes them feel special.”
“Girls, too,” I muttered.
He came over to where I was sitting and smirked. “I’ve never remembered what girls want. Only you. Well, and Juliette, but that doesn’t technically count. She’s been my assistant for over eight years, and after she had the baby and was up nights, you’d best believe I had her coffee ready for her in the morning. She’s not a morning person, FYI.”
Laughing, I pictured it all too well. I inhaled the lovely scent of my coffee and murmured, “God, how I love you.” I opened my eyes, and it took me a moment to realize he was staring at me, stunned. “I meant the coffee. Sorry.”
A wry smile played upon his lips and he went back into the kitchen.
I let out a breath. I truly had meant the coffee, but now that we were sleeping together, it was clear that the L word was off limits, even casually. “Isn’t this the point where you tell me the next rule is not to fall in love or mention an actual relationship?”
He regarded me thoughtfully from the stove and shook his head. “Maybe with other women, but with you, I don’t think I need to worry about that.”
I tried not to let that statement bother me. So what if I’d never been in love? I’m sure plenty of women my age hadn’t. Yeah, right.
“And do I need to worry about you?” I tested, sipping my coffee calmly.
He considered my words and then gave me the typical nothing-bothers-me, Brian smug look. “What do you think?”
I shrugged, wondering if this was his general viewpoint on relationships or just regarding ours in particular. “I’m not sure. Two weeks ago I would have said that there was no way you were going to give me the best fucking orgasm of my life. Maybe I don’t know you at all.”
“Don’t say fuck again unless you want me to put you up on this counter and demonstrate it thoroughly while your eggs get cold. And you do know me. You simply weren’t aware of this side of me.”
“Can I ask you something?”
He nodded.
“Have you ever been in love?”
He contemplated before answering. “Honestly, maybe once, but I don’t know for sure, which probably means no. With love, you should be certain, right?”
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