Page 41 of Standing Still

“Ben,” she breathes my name, and that does things to me, things I have no right to be thinking, like how much I like that and want to hear a lot more of it. She pushes her hips up and reaches her hands out towards me. I lower myself down over her, settling my weight on her, and drop my mouth to her shoulder. I bite the soft skin just before her shoulder turns into her neck and she gasps.

“Shit, you feel so good. You take my cock so well, like a good girl. Fuck yes.”

My words draw a long, sexy moan from her, and she squeezes me, her eyes dilate, and her pants get faster. I swear she gets even wetter as her hands claw at my back. She likes that.

“Damn, I’m gonna come,” I say in her ear. “Be agood girland come with me, Elle.”

Her back arches, her head rolls back, but I take her chin in my hand. I want her eyes on me. Her look is intense, delving like she’s seeing behind my eyes. It makes me falter, but I get my strideagain when she leans up and kisses me hard as we both let go, our climaxes coming together. I swallow her moans, my tongue delving deep into her mouth, hers duals back with me just as hard as we try to come down from the rush.

Neither one of us speaks for a few minutes as I pull back and lay diagonally across the bed, one hand on my stomach, the other hanging limply over the side, trying to catch my breath. I stare up at the ceiling. Elle shifts so she is more upright, and I reach over and trail my fingers along her ankle and calf, liking the way it makes her shiver. It makes me think back to what just happened.

“You really liked it when I called you a good girl,” I say, arching a brow and her cheeks flush.

“Shut up,” she playfully kicks my arm away.

“You wanna call me daddy?”

“Oh my God,” she tips her head back and laughs hard. “Gross.”

“Hey, I’m giving you inspiration here,” I prop myself up on my elbow and grin. “I kinda like the idea of being all dominant. You could call me Master.”

“Now you’re pushing it,” she shakes her head at me, a broad smile on her face.

A howl and a bark come from downstairs. Damn dog.

“You should go see to him. Poor baby.”

I almost tell her he can wait, but she is already rolling off the bed, grabbing something from the floor and tugging it over herself. I’m about to cuss the dog out when I realize it’s my t-shirt she’s wearing. Fuck.

“Come on, he probably needs to pee.”

She’s right. I reluctantly get up and grab some jeans from the drawer and pull them on. I notice her checking out my ass before I manage to get them all the way up and wink at her.

Downstairs, after she’s loved all over Jedi and he laps it up, I show her where the coffee is and take the dog outside. When I come back in, I watch her in my kitchen and have to admit to myself, I like that. She turns to me and offers me a mug of coffee.

I’m interrupted from asking if she wants breakfast when my phone rings. I rub a hand over my face as I pick it up off the kitchen counter where I left it last night. It’s Denny. A horrible sense of foreboding takes over. “Shit.”

“What?” Elle asks, leaning back against the counter.

I hold up the finger and answer the call.

“I need the car. You said I could borrow it at the weekend. I couldn’t do it yesterday because I felt like shit, but I have a date, so I need it.”

“A date with who?” I try to change the subject.

“Don’t try to distract me. I’m coming over now.”

My heart hurts at the thought. Elle is frowning at me.

“You thought I’d forget, didn’t you?” Denny laughs. “Sucker. I’m walking over.”

“Wait,” I shout, but it’s too late. He’s hung up. “Fuck.”

“Everything okay?”

“Denny is on his way over to pick up the car,” I say, and then groan. I lean my elbows on the kitchen counter and lower my upper body.

“Are you hyperventilating?” Elle asks, amusement in her tone.

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