Page 204 of Just for the Plot

“This is a safe place,”Bower says as she places drinks in front of us as well as two quiches. I told her I’d grab the food, but she forced me to sit down. I didn’t like it, but I also wasn’t about to argue with her. “Public space, we look like friends sharing a meal.”

She sits across from me as I stare back at her. “I spent fucking years trying to shake the title ‘friend’ when it came to me and you. Don’t want to hear it again.”

She smiles as she picks up her fork. “Ooo, a little sensitive, are we?”

“Yeah, I am. I swear that word haunts me.”

“Should I call you my friend and add a hair tousle just for the hell of it?”

“Do it and see what happens when I spread your legs on this table and go down on you just to prove a different point.”

She chuckles. “My, my, my, dare I say, I like this pissed-off side of you. Turns me on even more. And here I thought public was a safe place where my pussy wouldn’t get destroyed by your monstrous cock.”

“Monstrous cock?” I ask as I slice into my quiche with my fork.

“You know you have one. Don’t go fishing for more compliments.”

“I don’t know, I think it’s pretty average.”

Her quiche falls off her fork as she says, “Bennett, you’re kidding, right?”

Playing with her, I say, “No.”

She leans forward and whispers, “There is nothing average about the freaking redwood between your legs.”

I let out a wallop of a laugh, drawing the attention of a few people, but I ignore them as I say, “Redwood, huh?”

“Uh, yeah, redwood. Can be very intimidating at times. Honestly, when I first saw it, I didn’t think my mouth could open wide enough.”

“Ahh, you unhinged just fine, babe.”

Her eyes narrow from the lightness in my tone. “Just fine?”

I chuckle. “More than fine. Best to ever suck my dick.”

She picks up a piece of her quiche. “Why do I feel like you don’t mean that?”

“How about this…I’ve never come in someone’s mouth before you.”

“Wait, really?” she asks, looking so adorably confused.

“Never.” I shake my head.

“Why not? I sure as hell have come on other guys’ tongues.”

“Don’t fucking like that,” I growl.

“Where else am I supposed to come when they’re down there? Their nose?”

“I prefer to believe you’ve never been with anyone else.”

She laughs. “Okay, keep believing that.” My eyes narrow, not happy, which only makes her laugh more. “Who knew that Bennett Brinkman was so possessive?”

“Only with you,” I say.

“Just the way I like it, but seriously, why haven’t you ever come in anyone else’s mouth? That seems off given the way you like to shove your dick down my throat and lubricate it with your seed.”

“Don’t fucking call itseed.”