I had found out, as soon as I saw that we had flown to New York City, that Caleb was actually spending the night with his friend, so I relaxed and didn’t worry about getting back to town to pick him up. I had such a good time with Ben, talking and laughing, trying different dishes, drinking, that I almost forgot about the feelings of distrust that had made me quite willing to walk away and never see him again. Almost.
Chapter ten
Ben
After dinner at Nobu Downtown, we took a cab back to the airport, and the private jet I had arranged for the trip was soon in the air.
It was quite late by that time, and we had a two-hour flight ahead of us, so I asked Sophie if she wanted to lay down in the bedroom.
“There’s a bedroom on this thing!”
“Well, yes. This “thing” is a Gulfstream G650ER, and there’s a bedroom in the tail with a double bed. You’re welcome to use it, if you like. It would be a lot more comfortable than nodding off while you’re sitting in one of these seats. Granted, they’re comfortable, but I still wouldn’t want to take a nap in one.”
“But you’re tired too, Ben. I can see it on your face. And you just said that you wouldn’t want to take a nap in one of these seats.”
“I’ll be fine. Go on, and don’t worry about me.”
“Can’t do it. The guilt would keep me awake. Why don’t you come and lie down with me. We’ll just keep our clothes on, okay?
Well, if you’re sure. It’s been a long day.”
Back in the bedroom, I pulled off my shoes and lay down on top of the bed. Sophie stood on her side of the bed, looking doubtful.
“It’s comfortable, Sophie. Come on, lay down and get some rest. I promise not to bite.”
“It’s not the bed or you I’m worried about. It’s the dress. I love it so much, but it’s not the most comfortable thing to wear for a nap.”
“No problem. Turn off the lights, take off the dress, and crawl under the covers on your side. I’m over here on top of the covers, and I promise not to look.”
She did, and I mostly kept my eyes closed. It was quiet for a few minutes, then…
“I had a really good time tonight,” she said.
“Me too, Sophie. I don’t know what it means for us, but I enjoy every minute with you.”
“Ooh, what a nice thing to say.”
I felt her roll over toward me, so I turned to her, wondering why, wanting to see the expression on face, thinking it might clue me in to her mood. The room was just too dark. Our faces were inches away. I knew this because I was aware of her breath, just slightly sweetened from all the wine we had drunk.
“I would really like to kiss you right now,” I told her. “Any chance that’s allowed?”
“Yes, there definitely is a chance. We didn’t say no kissing. We just agreed to keep our clothes on.”
“Well, I did promise not to bite.”
Her hands reached out in the dark, found the sides of my face, and pulled me a little closer for a kiss. That helped us find each other’s lips, and the kiss began…slow and sweet. In spite of the slow and sweet—or maybe because of it, I was instantly hard, and I pulled away from her, not wanting to take advantage of the situation.
“Where are you going, Ben?” she asked, and I explained my dilemma. She continued, “Well, we can’t allow that to continue. I mean you’ll never get any rest with a hard on.”
The girl was definitely flirting with me. The next thing I knew, she had her hand down my pants and around my cock. Oh my God, is there anything in the world that could possibly feel better than that? Well, yes there is…Sophie.
“God, Sophie! You’re driving me crazy. Let me get my clothes off.”
And she did. She had a lot less to shed than I did, and she was quick about it. Faster than I would have thought possible, we were both under the covers, skin on skin, my mouth on hers, tongues in a mating dance.
She reached down again and stroked my dick, quickly heightening my pleasure with every slide of her hand. I wanted to taste her again and moved between her legs, scooting down until I could tongue her clit. Almost immediately, she arched her back and moaned.
“Ben, that feels so good…so good. Don’t stop.” I didn’t…until I wanted more.