Chapter 23
Harper
Google defines Second Base as:
Touching or petting above the waist. In some contexts, it may refer to touching any erogenous zones through the clothes. (i.e., not actually touching the skin).
I seem to have a lot of time on my hands. Enough time to properly educate myself on the bases of dating. A ridiculous system, in my opinion, but one I need to understand as of late.
For the second time this week, Ash has disappeared in the middle of the day without explanation. Every other hour of his schedule is very clear about where he is and who he’s meeting with.
But not this.
Wherever he is, he doesn’t want anyone knowing.
Not that all of his business is my business.
Still, when Friday rolls around, I am tired.
While this job isn’t as hurried as waitressing, it requires more mental sharpness.
Ash wasn’t kidding when he said that I’d be making more money, and I want to prove that I deserve the position.
I am not the kind of girl to take a charity job.
I want to earn it. Every moment of the day, I try to stay one step ahead of Ash and his needs.
By the end of each day, it takes me a moment to get out of go mode. And by the end of the week, I am spent.
As I wait for the workday to come to an end, I bring out my book. I’m ahead in my work duties and out of things to do. Ash has been in and out most of the day, so I am just waiting on him to get back before I head out. I open my book to the dog-eared page and indulge a little.
This book is angsty, forbidden, and loaded with second base content.
Or is it third? I don’t know. All I know is I am halfway done with it, and they still haven’t slept together.
They have done everything else. The oral sex scenes are hot and have me biting my lip and crossing my legs under the table.
It’s not an easy task to do while wearing a pencil skirt.
The scene heats up, another mouth to pussy scene, and I read in anticipation as the character nears her much needed orgasm, when suddenly my office door opens.
“You’re here,” I say, dropping the book on the desk, knocking over my water bottle in the process.
“You’re still here,” Ash says, and something in his tone isn’t right.
“Did your meeting go okay?” I ask as I pick up my water bottle, knocking over a couple other things on my desk in the process. The book falls on the floor.
“It was fine,” he says flatly. I don’t know what else to say because I don’t know what the meeting was for.
“Why is your face all red?” he asks me, and I press my hands to my cheeks.
“Is it?” I practically stutter.
“Yes. You look like you have a fever,” he says. Then he touches the back of his hand to my forehead.
“I think it’s just warm in here,” I say. It’s a lie. My office is freezing most days, that I’ve considered bringing a blanket to work.
Ash walks over to the door and eyes the thermostat on the wall. “Sixty-five,” he says.
“Oh,” I laugh lightly. “I guess I’m warm-blooded. Must be the Irish in me.”
Ash looks over his shoulder at me and makes an Mmm sound. Then his eyes lock on the front of my desk. The floor. The book.
He walks over and before I can do anything about it, he reaches down and grabs the book off the floor. “Reading on the job?” he asks.
“Oh, I was just…you weren’t here, and I finished everything I normally do on Fridays and–”
Ash opens the book to the dog-eared page, and I watch his eyebrows slowly arch upward as he reads. Meanwhile, my cheeks are burning.
“Interesting,” he says.
“I guess. If you’re into that sort of thing,” I say, waving it off. Then I swallow.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, holding the book up.
“I…I don’t…it’s just a book,” I stammer. How am I supposed to answer a question like that?
Asher continues to study me. Then he plops the book onto the desk and walks toward the door. With his back turned to me, I let out a sigh of relief, grateful that he left it at that.
Except he doesn’t walk out.
Instead, he closes the door, locks it and turns back to me.
Fuck.
“Sit down, Harper,” he says, and my stomach drops to my feet.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Levine,” I say. I know what’s coming; he’s going to fire me for reading a book.
It is a very sexy book, but probably not work appropriate.
I can’t lose two jobs in less than two weeks.
“I know I shouldn’t be reading on the job.
It won’t happen again. I’ll throw it away right now if you wish. I–”
“I said sit down,” he says, and my mouth snaps shut.
I have never seen his eyes this shade before, nor heard him be this demanding.
And yet, it doesn’t scare me. The closed door.
The lock. The instructions. It’s exciting.
I blink, even pinch myself, because it doesn’t feel real.
Whatever is about to happen is the kind of thing I have only fantasized about.
Asher rounds the desk and walks over to me. He looks down at me for a moment, creating hot tension in the air that could be cut with a knife. Then, he lowers himself to his knees in front of me.
“You want what you read in those books?” he asks. His thumbs rub small circles on my bare knees.
“I…” I can hardly breathe, let alone speak.
“Because I can do that for you. If you want it,” he says, his voice low, alluring, and impossible to say no to.
Not that I want to say no.
I nod.
Asher’s hands softly grip my thighs, and he slides them up, slipping under my skirt and pushing it up around my hips.
His eyes lock on my red lace panties so intently that I swear I can feel the contact on my skin.
His thumb runs along the top hem before traveling down, over the top of me.
It’s enough to make me shudder and moan.
I bite my lip to hold it back. If I come this unhitched from a soft touch, I can only imagine the reaction I’ll have if he does more.
“Spread your legs,” he says gruffly. My body listens, and my knees part to the sides. I hold my breath as he grabs my hips and yanks me closer to the edge of the chair, closer to him, closer to his mouth.
Fuck.
This is happening. This is not second base. It’s below the waist, and lace panties really don’t count as clothes. We are sliding into third base fast and hard, and I have no intention of going backward.
Ash hooks a finger inside my panties and tugs them aside, exposing my pussy. I mentally thank Darlene for insisting I try waxing. It was a brutal process, but the look Ash is giving me right now tells me it was worth it.
“Fuck, you look delicious,” he says, and I mentally tuck that away.
He runs his finger over me again, and I arch my back with a small shudder. It’s as if my nerves are on fire, and the only way to stop the burning is contact.
Ash covers my pussy with his mouth, his tongue pressing against me, and I gasp. The tip of his tongue laps up and down from my opening to my clit. I moan when thousands of sensations go pulsing through my body.
“Fuck,” I cry out, clasping the arms of the chair in my hands.
“You taste so good, baby girl,” he groans into me. His words tickle my skin and make me ache for more.
After trailing up and down my length a couple more times, the tip of his tongue circles my opening, once, twice, teasing it, but never actually slipping inside. Then his tongue glides upwards and finds my clit.
“Fuck,” I say again, as a surge of pleasure that I’ve never known before jolts through my body. Ash’s hands clamp down on my hips, pulling me harder against him as his tongue presses deeper against my clit.
My hips grind against his mouth, and I shudder as his tongue dances around my clit. He is flicking and licking a spot that I never knew existed, never knew could feel so good.
“Are you going to come for me?” he asks. I nod, unable to form words. “You want it?” he asks. I nod again. “Say it. Tell me you want it, baby girl.”
“I want it,” I beg. “I want to come.”
“Good girl,” he says. His tongue presses into me again, torturing this new found sweet spot until the orgasm crashes into me like a freight train. My hips buck against him as the aftershock rips through me and everything goes white.
My hands loosen on the chair. He stands up, wiping his chin, licking his fingers, and smiling down at me. Slowly I close my knees and sit up straight, panting as if I just ran a marathon.
Ash only grins, heading towards the door.
“Have a good weekend,” he says.
Then he walks out.