Page 232 of Just for the Plot

I always thought that someday I’d find the man of my dreams and that we’d get married and start a life somewhere. But as time’s passed, there hasn’t been anyone that’s checked all the boxes, and I’ve found myself making compromises to fit someone into the requirements.

That’s why I kept pushing to be with Cougar, because I saw the potential, even though there wasn’t that deep connection.

But Bennett…I don’t have to try with him. It’s just there.

The friendship.

The desire.

The commonalities.

The love.

And it’s all because I dropped my shield, just a moment, and allowed myself to feel the love he has for me. I allowed myself to see it, and when I went to put that shield back up, it wasn’t there anymore and it left me exposed in the best way possible.

And last night just solidified how much I don’t want or need that shield anymore.

“Morning,” he grumbles behind me as he shifts, his hard cock moving against my back.

“Good morning.” I grow wet from the thought of him taking me, right here, right now, him barely awake.

So I lift my top leg, propping it up and then reaching behind me and guiding him toward my entrance.

“Mmmm, fuck,” he groans, his body so warm as he slips inside of me. “Baby, you’re so wet.”

“And turned on.” His hand slips around to my front, pulling me against his chest, and then he squeezes my breast as he starts to pump inside of me.

“Fuck, you’re so warm.”

And already on the verge of coming for some reason.

“Jesus, baby. So tight.”

He squeezes one of my breasts, his fingers playing with my nipple, his hips thrusting into me.

“God,” I groan, resting my head against him and bringing my hand between my legs, where I start playing with my clit.

“Shit, I like that. Make yourself come all over my cock,” he groans, his voice so deep from just waking up.

So I work my fingers faster, spurring on my pleasure, bringing me to the edge quicker than I probably would have wanted, but God, it feels so good. He feels so good, and before I can pause and let myself just relax, my fingers push me over the edge so I’m coming fast and hard, clamping around him as he pulses inside of me.

“Fucking hell,” he calls out as he pumps a few more times and then stills, coming inside of me with a low groan.

We both relax, the tension easing as he kisses my bare shoulder and then whispers, “Was not expecting that.”

“You woke up with a huge erection, and it turned me on.”

“It’s all your fault.” He chuckles and squeezes my breast again. “You’re so fucking hot and warm and—”

Knock. Knock.

He stills and then lifts up. “Was that the door?”

“Yeah, I think it was,” I say.

He drags his hand over his face. “Oh right, I scheduled breakfast to be delivered for us.”

“And that is why I love you,” I say as he slips out of me and puts on a pair of joggers.