Page 144 of Just for the Plot

“As if you have to ask,” I say, wanting to pin her to my bed and thankher for coming here tonight. I wasn’t going to push my luck, but thank God she didn’t mind.

I get rid of my socks and pants and then I slip under the covers with her, lying on my back and reaching my arm out for her. She curls right into my side and rests her head on the crook of my shoulder and places her hand on my chest.

“Thank you,” she says on a sigh, as if she’s the most content she’s ever been.

“Anytime you want this, you tell me,” I say, kissing the top of her head.

“Don’t say that. I’d be here every night.”

“You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”

“You know it is,” she says, uncertainty in her voice. “You know damn well I shouldn’t be here, Bennett.”

“I don’t, actually, because last time I checked, you’re a grown woman who can make her own decisions.”

“If she finds out, she won’t speak to me again.”

“That’s not going to happen. She loves you.”

“She trusts me and she shouldn’t,” she says as her hand slides down my chest and straight to my stomach as her finger swirls around my individual abs, causing my stomach to concave from her touch.

“Why?” I ask as she swirls the tip of her finger one by one farther south as she goes until she reaches my waistband, and that’s when I go from semi-hard to fully erect.

“Because, she has no idea how much I want you and how much I’m willing to cross the line.”

And then her hand slips past the waistband of my boxer briefs and the palm of her hand flattens over my length.

Mother of fucking God.

The amount of times I’ve dreamed of this, thought of her touching me, wanting to be with me, fucking maddening. And now that it’s finally happening, it’s hard to contain the euphoria flowing through me.

“God, you’re huge,” she says as she presses a kiss to my chest and lightly caresses my erection that’s growing harder and harder by the second. “And I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t stop.” Her mouth moves down my pec as her body slides along my side until her lips are caressing my abs.

“Fuck,” I whisper, her mouth so goddamn close.

Her tongue peeks out, swiping along each divot, swirling and kissing, driving me fucking nuts as her fingertips lightly graze my cock, up and down…up and down…up and…

“Jesus,” I groan as her hand connects with my balls. I spread my legs, giving her room, and she climbs between them, positioning herself right below me.

She cups me and then rubs her thumb along my seam, slowly spreading and playing with my balls in a way that I’ve never fucking felt before. She’s gentle but also knows what the fuck she’s doing, because she has my dick twitching against my stomach and my stomach hollowing with need.

Her fingers move toward the back of my balls and right to the spot behind them where her thumb applies pressure, swirling over and over again, creating a whirl of need inside of me that has me begging for her mouth as pre-cum pebbles at the tip of my dick.

“Bower,” I breathe out, my hands clutching the sheet beneath me. “Please.”

I glance down to catch a smirk pass her lips before she lowers her mouth to my length, peeks her tongue out, and runs it along my shaft, all the way up to the tip, where she lightly flicks the underside while still playing with my balls, creating a soft friction that will easily be the death of me.

The teasing.

Taunting.

Playing.

I’d half expected her to just deep throat me and get me off in seconds, but Jesus, this…this is fucking phenomenal.

She has me panting and she’s barely touching me.

She has me begging and she hasn’t even sucked me in.