Chapter 14 Brianna
Brianna
You heard me right
What the fuck did I just say? Did I…Did I just proposition him?
What the hell, Bri? You were supposed to confront him about his reasoning for hanging around you and then make your move.
I guess what they say about men thinking with their dicks applies to women, too. Because my vagina clearly has taken over my brain. That’s the only reason why I’ve gone off script. It has nothing to do with watching his arms flex while he makes drinks. Nope. Not. At. All.
The ride over was spent rehearsing what I wanted to say, but the moment our eyes locked?
I knew it was game over. Asher’s checkered flannel is rolled up at the sleeves, leaving me with the most glorious forearm porn known to man.
His blond locks are deliciously messy, like he’s been running his hand through them.
I know of a better way to mess his hair…preferably while I’m on my back.
My pussy throbs at the visual of a certain sexy blond between my legs, my hands in his hair tugging while I ride his face. Yeah, I think it’s safe to say I’ve lost all control over my mind. Okay…new plan. Fuck now…talk later. Yup, yeah that’ll work.
“Could you repeat that? I could have sworn you said you wanted me, but I could have been putting words in your mouth.”
Fuck now, talk later. Be bold, Bri. You can do this.
My fingers glide across the smooth, cherry wood before tiptoeing up his chest. Asher’s stomach contracts beneath my touch, and his chest heaves quick, frantic breaths. When I meet his gaze, I’m met with dilated pupils, and I can see his pulse thrumming inside his neck.
My fingers curl around the collar of his flannel, tugging him toward me so that our lips are mere inches apart.
The soft brush of our lips feels like a lighter to a stick of dynamite, my body on the verge of detonating with desire.
I glide my lips along his jaw, cheeks, making my way up to his ear before whispering, “You heard me right. I. Want. You.”
I enunciate each word by pressing quick, open-mouthed kisses inside the crook of his neck.
“Cool…cool. So, I don’t need to get my ears checked.” Asher quickly scans the bar before bringing his attention back to me. “I’m gonna ask Gage to take over. Give me a second to get my things and—” Asher attempts to leave, but my grip on him tightens, locking him in place.
“I never said anything about leaving. You have an office, right?”
“Y-Yes, I do,” he stammers out.
“Is there a desk in there?” My fingertips trail along his collarbone, and then up and down his chest.
“Yes.” His answer comes out as a half groan.
“Good, let's go.” I pat his cheek twice before pulling away from him. I don’t know who this Bri is, but I like her. She’s feisty and goes after what she wants.
The sound of glass shattering followed by a muttered curse stops me in my tracks, and I glance over my shoulder.
I watch Asher stepping over broken glass as he barks at Gage to clean it up.
A sultry, seductive laugh slips past my lips at how distracted Asher is.
Is this what it feels like to wield feminine power? It feels…liberating.
I step into the office, taking a moment to scan my surroundings.
I expected to find the space very bland, but it’s rather…
cozy. The main centerpiece is a dark chestnut brown desk with neatly piled stacks of paper scattered across the smooth surface.
The deep green of the walls feels like I’ve stepped into a forest. The black leather sofa off in the corner looks well-loved, with weathered lines etched into an intricate pattern.
This office screams Asher, comfy yet masculine. The sound of a door opening behind me pulls me from my perusal. I’m not prepared for Asher doing the BookTok trend of the door frame lean, a knowing smirk painted across his features.
Fuck. Me.
How the fuck does he know about this? Wait, does he know about that trend? Or is he just leaning because he knows it’ll affect me? He cocks his head to the side before pulling the door shut. The turn of the lock is deafening against the erotically charged silence.
Asher stalks toward me, eyeing me like I’m his prey. Goddamn cat and mouse fetish because fuck…This is hot.
He steps forward, I step back. We repeat this dance until I’m backed up against the desk. I glance to my left and right before bringing my attention back to him. I feel the drumming of my pulse in my neck and between my legs. I…Is it possible to be too turned on?
I find myself caged in between his arms. He leans in, lips gliding alongside my neck toward my ear. My grip on the desk is borderline painful, but nothing compares to how painfully horny I am.
“Well, well, well, bear. You have me. Now, what are you gonna do with me?”
It’s so hard to think as his tongue glides along the outer shell of my ear.
Wait, what was my plan again? That’s right. Fuck now…talk later.
Somehow, I manage to gain control of my limbs and push against his chest. Asher doesn’t resist; he goes willingly. I feel my control slipping, but is that such a bad thing? Maybe letting him take over my body, pulling pleasure from every inch of my body, might be just what I need.
“I…I want to be fucked. Right here. Right now.” Fuck now…talk later.
“Mmmm, you do, do you?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Good girl. Now strip for me, baby.”