Down to Ash (#Dirtysexygeeks Book 2) by Melissa Blue Page A

and push them toward that. Couldn't, without losing respect for herself. He'd walked away first, and she damn sure wasn't going to crawl back to him.
    “So what is it you want, Ash?”
    His low, heated tone reminded her of every time he'd whispered in her ear. In that voice, he’d told her how wet and tight and good she felt around his dick.
    The ache that had started in her nipples strummed through her limbs. “You've asked me that already, more than once.”
    “And I kissed you.” He leaned in more, taking away that much-needed inch of space.
    Ash caught a whiff of his musky aftershave. She wanted to curl into him, into the crook of his neck and get her fill.
    A predatory gleam flashed in his eyes. “I kissed every inch of you.”
    She bit her lip and his gaze caught on the movement. He inhaled deeply, but didn't move to take her mouth—to take her .
    “You want me to be one of your hard dicks on standby, Ash?”
    She gasped when those words hit. “I would never use you like that.” Hadn't she?
    “Then what do you want from me?”
    Ash didn't know. This was all new for her. She usually went into a sexual relationship knowing exactly how things would end. Looking at Vic had always made her feel like she was falling into an abyss. Was there an end to them? But how could there be if they would never have a beginning?
    “Vic—”
    “You want me to be the guy who pushes you up against a wall and fucks you. Ask for it. Just get it out of your system.”
    He was throwing her words back in her face, and still she wanted his hands, rough and urgent, pulling off her clothes. His hot and wet mouth on her skin, tasting her.
    She could want those things and never get it again. That was his point.
    “So you want me to say it and then what?” She inched forward. “The question is, Vic, can you get me out of your system?”
    He jerked his head to the side. She couldn't be sure if he was annoyed or amused.
    Victor said, “On the best of days you make me want to throttle you.”
    What did that leave for the worst days? She wanted to know, but at the moment she was too busy egging him on as usual to find out. “Who is the violent one now?”
    As close as they were, she could tell when his thoughts shifted to memories like her tugging his hair. All the times she'd gripped the strands.
    She wasn't crazy. She wasn't alone. They were just trapped.
    Vic pulled away, his scowl back in place. “Nope,” he said, “still not happening. I'll be by later today with the new extension cords.”
    With that, he straightened and left her office. Since she'd get fired for throwing anything larger than a paperclip at her door, Ash tried to let their confrontation go with a deep breath. They had to be in each other's space. He'd claimed a corner as his and she should do the same.
    But... No buts.
    She'd stay in her damn corner no matter how much she wanted—didn't matter. He'd left her home. He'd kept his word and hadn't touched her again, even though she'd baited him. This is what he— they wanted. They wouldn't hurt Porter any more than they already had. Didn't mean keeping their hands to themselves would be easy.
    Victor had chosen the path to suffer until the bitter end. How could she blame him? No matter what happened, Porter would still be her brother. He'd love her, forgive her eventually. Vic didn't have the same option. Years and years of friendship should count as family just the same, but that was idealistic. Friendships were destroyed with less.
    So screw it, if her skin still felt tight from their heated exchange and her office smelled like his musky aftershave. This was the right thing to do.
    *****
    Thirty minutes later, Vic took a much-needed lunch in his borrowed office. The place was bare of any decoration, but the huge desk would do for the time being. He certainly wouldn't begrudge the window that let in light. Sometimes companies stuck him in a room with servers as his only company.
    He pulled out his sub sandwich