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  "Not at first. But you really are adorable when you're mad… I’m sorry, I can't help it!" I hold up my hands in mock surrender as she scowls at me. "Like right now. Your eyebrows scrunch up, your lips get all pouty and your eyes turn fiery. It's sexy as hell." I gesture at the front of my jeans where my dick is straining the tensile strength of my jeans.

  She tries not to smile, but I can tell she likes the effect she has on me.

  "My turn," I tell her. "Why do you keep turning me down?"

  Chapter 20: Lilah

  Oh boy. If I'm being honest, that's a question with a really long, in-depth answer. I pour myself a second glass of wine and top up Ben's. Liquid courage for the win.

  "I don't date," I say before taking a sip of wine. “At least that's the party line."

  "That's a terrible answer."

  I grin at him for a second before looking back at my wineglass and running my finger around the base so I don't have to make eye contact. "I know. I'm getting there. Dating has been... messy in the past. I have trust issues, at least that’s what my very expensive therapist said. Although, I don’t think it takes a rocket scientist to figure that out, given my childhood."

  I glance up at him and find him focused completely on my face, as if everything I’m saying is utterly captivating. I’m starting to realize that he always watches me like that when I’m talking. When Ben listens, he listens intensely. He holds my eyeline, even when I’m sarcastic or saying things that make most people uncomfortable. He doesn’t try to apologize for my past and there’s no judgement in his eyes. It makes me want to tell him everything.

  "It makes it hard for me to connect with people… romantically. Because without trust and emotion, everything felt hollow. Boring, hollow conversations, boring, hollow dates, and boring, hollow sex. At some point I realized it wasn't worth the time because what's the point when I still felt empty at the end of it? So, I focused on work all the time and 'no dating' just became the rule."

  It's not a conversation I've ever had with anyone else, not even that crazy expensive therapist. I don't think I've even put this much thought into it before now.

  I'm still fiddling with my wine glass when Ben's hand reaches out and brushes his fingertips over the backs of my knuckles. A feathery, glancing touch that is so slight and shockingly intimate. I peek up at him and I swear the air between us charges with electricity when we make eye contact.

  There's a tightness around his eyes that gives him a seriousness I've never seen from him before. "This doesn't feel hollow." His voice is low and rough, and it sets desire spreading through my body.

  "No," I whisper back. I can't look away from him, but then, I really don’t want to. His fingers trace soft little circles on the back of my hand.

  "You can trust me," he says.

  "No, I can't." My voice comes out too breathy.

  Ben grins, his dimples popping even as his eyes bore into me with pure hunger. "Why not?"

  "You're too handsome and you're trying to get me to break my only rule. You're obviously trouble." The kind of trouble I'm finding it harder and harder to resist.

  Ben circles my wrist with his hand and pulls me out of my chair. I go willingly because I am weak, and I don't want to fight the way he makes me feel. He settles me across his lap and kisses my neck.

  "Maybe I'm the best kind of trouble," he says as he runs his lips along the length of my neck.

  "I'm inclined to agree with that statement."

  Ben chuckles and the sound vibrates through my body, sending up little goosebumps all over my skin. I wrap my arms around his neck and brush my lips against his. He kisses me back softly, one hand supporting my back and the other venturing up my thigh. Every second he spends touching me ratchets up my desire and every tiny movement makes me more and more aware of how wet I am. I'm seriously in danger of needing a new pair of panties, but I couldn't care less at this point.

  He deepens the kiss, cradling the back of my neck and dragging my ass across his lap. The feeling of his hard length under me and the moan that rumbles through him is breathtaking, stoking the fire that has been burning in my body all night back into a blaze. I slide my hands under his sweater, seeking out the warmth of his skin. He shivers at my touch and it's insanely gratifying to have that kind of effect on him.

  "If you want me to stop," he growls, "now would be a good time to say so." His eyes are dark with lust and the expression matches the aching need swirling inside me.

  "Don't stop," I tell him. Ben stands, lifting me like a bride as I pull him close for another scorcher of a kiss. When he slides his tongue into my mouth, I suck on it, making him groan as he walks down the hall towards my bedroom. He sets me on my feet next to the bed, kissing me so deeply it's hard to catch my breath.

  Ben breaks the kiss and reaches back to grab his sweater, pulling it off over his head in one smooth motion before tossing it across the room. Reaching out, I undo his belt, unbutton and unzip his pants. He shucks them, leaving his boxers to try to contain the massive erection he's sporting. The sight of his desire and the broad expanse of tanned skin and muscles is enough to make me drool.

  "Holy shit, you're beautiful," I whisper. He’s all muscles and broad shoulders. I'm suddenly feeling insanely self-conscious but the burning heat in Ben's eyes is licking up and down my body and I don’t think he has any complaints at the moment. He reaches for my waist, his eyes dark and hungry as he bites his lip.

  "My turn." His voice is low and desperately raspy. His hands slip from my hips down to the hem of my dress. He holds eye contact with me as he bunches the bottom of my dress in both hands and lifts it over my head, just slow enough that I could stop him if I wanted to. I throw my hands up so he can remove it and toss it with his sweater.

  I wasn't expecting any of this when I got dressed tonight. I'm wearing a plain black bra and panties. I wish I had picked out better lingerie, but Ben is staring at me like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. His mouth goes slack as he pulls me towards him. His big hands caress my arm and hip as he draws me in. He kisses me deeply as he dips his fingers into the front of my panties, one large finger sliding between my wet folds eliciting a gasp of pleasure.

  I pull him backwards towards the bed and we tumble onto the mattress, a tangle of limbs and bare skin. He tosses his glasses on the nightstand and rolls over on top of me, nudging a thick muscular thigh between both of mine. He's so fucking big and I love the way his body feels pressing over mine, his weight pinning me to the mattress.

  I stroke his cock through the thin fabric of his boxers, and he growls low in his throat, yanking my bra down and pulling my nipple into his mouth. The wet heat and scrape of his teeth as he moves back and forth between my nipples sets my aching core into overdrive. If I could just move my hips a little more… but Ben’s thigh pins my hips in place while he strokes my skin, holding me captive with his touch.

  His hand roams my body, stroking my ribs with his fingertips, cupping my breast, and squeezing my other nipple until I'm a whimpering mess. I slip my hand under the waistband of his boxers to grip his shaft. He's so thick I can't even close my hand around him. I stroke him, enthralled by the feel of his hard length, and he shudders. Ben's hand abandons my breast to grip my wrist and pin it above my head.

  "I won't last long if you keep that up, Princess."

  I mock scowl at the nickname, even though it's starting to grow on me. Ben grins as he lowers his head to my ribs and gives me a little bite. He slides lower, kissing my stomach and nipping at my hip. My heart races. He leaves a mark on my hip bone before shifting even lower and placing a love bite on my thigh. He hooks his fingers under the waistband of my panties and tugs them down, letting me kick them the rest of the way off before he settles back down between my legs.

  I prop myself up on my elbows to watch him because, holy shiitake, is he sexy. His hot breath rolls over my thighs and across my pussy. He locks his eyes on mine as he licks his lips and kisses my mound and I swear to god, nothing has e
ver felt so intimate. He nuzzles the lips of my pussy with his nose and lips and then I feel Ben lick the entire length of my slit with a wide soft swipe of his tongue.

  "Ohmygod," I cry out as my hands fly to the top of his head. I don't know if I'm trying to keep him in place or push him away. He chuckles with his mouth still pressed against me and I shiver with delight. He licks again, letting his tongue delve deeper into my folds as he grips my hips to keep me from squirming. I tunnel my fingers into his soft, wavy hair.

  He laps at me over and over, torturing me with long, slow, languid strokes. He circles my clit, pulling it between his lips and sucking gently until I nearly come off of the bed.

  "Sweet fucking Jesus," I moan. Never in my life has anything felt as incredible as this. I've always been ambivalent about having someone go down on me. Clearly, I was just doing it with the wrong people.

  He doesn't say a word, just growls against my pussy in a self-satisfied way, tonguing me until I'm so desperate to come that my hips are straining against his hands and I'm grinding myself against his hungry mouth.

  "Please, I need to come. Please, please, please..." I moan quietly. Ben slides a finger inside me, stroking, and pressing, and twisting as his tongue focuses on my clit. And then another finger stretches me, wiggling and scissoring until he finds the perfect spot on my front wall and strokes his fingers against it.

  "Oh God," I whimper. "Yes, Ben, Yes! Please don't stop," My clit is throbbing against his tongue, his movements insistent and firm. Stars explode behind my eyes as my orgasm rips through my body, stronger and hotter than anything I've ever felt. And then I basically lose all cognitive function

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  Chapter 21: Ben

  Lilah comes like a freight train, my name on her lips while her soaking wet pussy ripples around my fingers. I've never been harder in my life. I watch her face as she comes down, and she looks so blissfully happy. My breath catches in my chest. I want to see that look on her face every day for the rest of my life and know that I'm the one who put it there. I crawl up next to Lilah, scooping her into my arms and cradle her against my chest. She looks up at me with a light in her eyes and an openness that I've never seen in her before.

  "Holy hell, Ben. That was... amazing. Better than amazing. I don't know. Words are too hard right now," she says in a dazed, sleepy voice. I laugh quietly and stroke her hair, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. Her leg is thrown over mine, and she's naked except for her displaced bra. Her skin feels like silk against my body.

  "Not bad, huh?" I tease her.

  She runs a hand over my chest appreciatively. "You definitely do not disappoint."

  Her hand wanders lower down my belly. "Although, I can't help but feel you're holding out on me..." Her hand grazes over the waistband of my briefs. I'm about two seconds from begging her to touch me when she slides her hand under the waistband and grips my cock. The feel of her warm hand makes me pulse with need. I turn her face up to mine and kiss her possessively as she strokes me.

  "Tell me you want me inside of you," I growl against her lips.

  "I want you inside me. I want you so fucking bad," Lilah pants. Her body is trembling in my arms, but her stroking grip on my cock is anything but tentative.

  Lilah rolls over and digs a condom out of the bedside table and I stand, dropping my boxers. She looks up at me through her long eyelashes as I take it, rolling it on as slowly as I can in an attempt to not look as insanely desperate as I feel. She watches me and licks her lips, green eyes hungry. Lowering myself over her, I use a knee to spread her legs wider. My dick is nestled against her pussy and she's so wet I can't help sliding myself against her. I cup the back of her neck with one hand, watching her eyes flare with desire as I tease her slick cunt with the head of my dick.

  "I know I should be gentle with you, but I don't think I can," I growl in her ear.

  "I hate gentle." Lilah presses her feet into the mattress, rolling her soft curves against me. A feral sound rips out of me and I thrust deep inside of her. My brain short circuits as I fill her completely. I can't see, or hear, or even think straight. All I can feel is her tight little pussy stretched around my dick, warm and wet.

  "Oh, fuck," she gasps, her nails gripping and biting into my shoulder.

  "God, you're so tight," I groan, pressing my forehead to hers. Slowly, I drag myself out of her wet heat and push back in. I thrust harder and faster each time, angling my hips, sinking myself completely and grinding against her clit. She moans and arches again, her pussy clenching around my dick, like hot wet silk. My control evaporates. I pump into her faster and harder while she cries out and rakes her hands through my hair and down my back. Her fingertips grasp at my back as the need builds.

  She tests my control with every moan and every touch. I'm at risk of coming embarrassingly fast if she keeps that up. I grab her wrists in one hand and pin them above her head. I nip and suck at her nipples and fuck her hard into the mattress. I reach my free hand between our bodies and press my thumb against her clit, rubbing in time with my strokes.

  "Oh god! Ben! Ah!" she cries out.

  "Fuck yes, come for me again, Princess," I growl out. Her eyes roll back in her head as another orgasm rolls through her. Her pussy clenches, gripping me like a vise, and it's all I need to fall over the edge with her. I roar as pleasure explodes inside me, and I thrust my release inside of her.

  Panting, I roll onto my back, taking Lilah with me and holding on to her with everything I have. Being with her is unlike anything I've ever felt. I feel a surge of unfamiliar possessiveness as she sighs a warm breath across my chest. She is mine and I'll do anything to make her happy and keep her by my side.

  Eventually, I have to get up to toss the condom and I've never resented a piece of latex so much in my life. She kisses me with a smile as I get back into bed and she takes a turn in the bathroom. I flop on my back on the mattress, deeply content. When she comes back out, she has a nervous look on her face as she approaches me and the bed. I hold my hand out to her. She takes it with a little smile and the worry lines around her eyes ease up. I tug her into bed, her small frame tumbling over mine with a little scream and a laugh.

  "Stay," I say, looking into her eyes. I swear my heart is trying to break out of my ribcage to get closer to her.

  "Asking or telling?" she replies.

  "Telling,"

  She laughs and cuddles back against me, resting her head on my chest and sliding an arm over my stomach.

  "You know this is my house, right?"

  Chapter 22: Lilah

  I fall asleep almost immediately, Ben's warm body holding mine. I wake up at 2 am desperately needing to pee and when I come back to bed Ben is half awake. Gently he pulls me back into bed, my back pressed against his very warm, very naked front. I wiggle into place as his arm goes around me and he groans when my butt grinds against him.

  Maybe I’m a bit of a tease, but I press back again just to make him groan. His cock throbs against my ass and I can feel it hardening, all in for some playtime, despite the late hour. Ben’s lips find my neck, kissing me sweetly as his hand glides up my stomach. His warm hand claims my breast, his fingers tracing circles around my nipple as his kisses turn to little love bites on my shoulder.

  "You asleep?" he asks. I can hear the grin in his voice as he nips the sensitive spot where my shoulder meets my neck, making me moan. "I’ll take that as a ‘no’," he chuckles. His fingers graze over my ribs and belly button, trailing down my thigh. He hooks my knee, pulling it up and over his leg, spreading me wide. His fingers trace the curves of my thigh and hips, making their way to my core. He runs his fingers over my mound and outer lips, but he doesn’t push inside. I’m aching for more, desperate to feel his fingers press into me and I moan, making him chuckle.

  "See, it’s not nice to tease," he whispers as his fingers part my folds, dipping inside, and spreading the moisture around my clit. He rubs lazy circles, content to play with me until I’m simmering, my whole body trembling wit
h need. He moves away, leaning back and I whimper. I was so close! He claims a condom from the nightstand, using his teeth to open it before sliding it on with one hand. He kisses my neck again. "Ready?" he asks in a raspy voice.

  I arch my back as he presses the head of his cock to my weeping core, the need overpowering everything else. "Yes," I pant.

  With a low groan, Ben pushes into me from behind. He fills me slowly and I feel every nerve singing as he grinds into me. His hand grips my thigh as he strokes in and out at a maddeningly patient pace. The thick head rubs against my G-spot, pleasure spiraling through every thrust until I’m desperate to come, little pleas falling from my lips with each motion.

  Ben holds me close, his bottom arm wrapped around my chest, his labored breathing warming my hair. His fingers mercifully pick up their swirling torture around my clit, working me until I’m shaking in his grip.

  In an instant, my world implodes, and I cry out his name as the spiraling pleasure overtakes me. He comes a second later, groaning with his face pressed to my shoulder, his body shaking.

  I don’t know where he gets the energy to get up and take care of the condom, but he manages, and I fall back asleep with his big arm around me.

  Waking up is even better. By the time my brain is coming around, I'm already on the verge of orgasm. Ben's head is between my legs and his arms are wrapped around my thighs. I run my hands through his curly hair, and he looks up just long enough to grin devilishly at me and say good morning before diving back in.

  "You're spoiling me," I tell him as I lay in bed in a post-orgasmic fog.

  "You deserve it," he says, and he smacks the side of my ass. "Come on, breakfast." He jumps up, fully naked and searches the room for his clothes, giving me a breathtaking view of his butt. I watch greedily as he pulls his boxers up. He catches me watching him and beckons me towards him with all the promise of another round in his eyes, but I flop over on my stomach and go limp.