Page 84 of Daring You

“Faster,” I whisper in response.

“You sure?” Ben sounds like he’s speaking through his teeth.

“Hell yes.”

He’s all the way in. I groan, but not in total pain. It hurts in a way that feels good. Ben starts moving, in and out, in and out, and after getting used to the new stretch, the elicit goodness that’s building into my core, I’m able to meet him, pound for pound.

“Fuck,” he hisses above me, and moves faster.

I’m fueled by the unexpected power of having him this way. When he pulls my head back harder, the yank has me searching for my pleasure center, to add sweetness to the pain. I rub. I twist and flick. I arch in a way yoga instructors would be proud of.

Ben twists an arm under me, reaches under my baggy sweater and grabs one of my breasts and tweaks the nipple. I open my mouth to tell him—harder, always harder—but he shocks me when he pulls my torso up with his own, so our knees are on the hardwood, and he keeps thrusting, pounding, shouting—

Ben digs his face into my neck. Uses a hand to tilt my face up at the jaw, and bites down. I cry out at the same time he releases, feeling so exposed, so fulfilled, so thoroughly sexed—

He lets go, and I fall boneless onto the cold floor.

As my cheek hits the wood and Ben thunks down on his back beside me, I swear I see steam wafting off our bodies.

I muster the energy to utter, “That was…”

Ben turns his face toward me. His chest heaves. “You sure you haven’t done that before?”

“Pretty damn sure.”

“‘Cause you’re fucking awesome at it.”

I laugh into the floor, thinking maybe today didn’t have to be so bad, if it can end like this. Even if I do always end up letting Ben do things to my body no other man has.

Another piece of me he can keep for his own.

Neither of us hear the ding of the elevators, and by the time I register a key slipping into the lock and the resulting click of the door, I’ve only made it to a seated position.

The lights flick on, and Ben and I both hiss like vampires.

“Well,” Mike’s ominous voice says through the glare. “I guess this is one way to fuck a fiancé out of a relationship.”

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