Page 51 of Benji

I sighed sadly. “Then you’ll just have to make up for lost time before work and again, several times, when you get home.”

He laughed. “Haven’t you had enough today?”

“Absolutely not.”

He held out his hand, so I went to him, threading our fingers. It was such a simple but overrated gesture. For all the sexual things I’d done, holding hands wasn’t on the list.

“Let’s watch something,” he said, pulling me onto the couch with him.

He was on his back, lying lengthways, with me between his legs, my head on his chest. His arm went around my shoulders, and he scrolled Netflix for a while before settling on a comedy series.

It was nothing but background noise to me, something for my eyes to look at while he held me. He traced patterns on my back, his heartbeat thumped in my ear, and I’d never, ever felt so content.

Happy.

I wanted to ask him questions, about Dom, about what he’d said, any questions he’d asked. But this was too good, too perfect to ruin with chatter that might spoil the mood.

I’d never had the comfort of another man’s arms for the sake of comfort. I’d never had someone hold me like this. Or lay on a couch together watching TV. It was a couple thing to do. Boyfriends, even.

And I’d never had that either.

Never.

It filled me with something warm and fuzzy, sweet and addictive.

I’d miss this when it was over.

I’d miss him. Nolan, this utterly perfect man.

His strong arms, his kindness. Sure, his dick and the way he cared for me when he fucked me. But I’d miss his smile too. And his scent.

Damn.

I was ruined for my old life.

Going back was going to suck so bad.

“You okay?” Nolan asked quietly.

“Yep. Just thinking.”

“About?”

I didn’t want to bring the mood down, so I went with funny. “About Fitch and seeing him being a damn brat.”

Nolan chuckled, the rumble loud in my ear, my face vibrating on his chest. “He is a brat. God, what are the odds that Dominic knew him?”

“I know,” I replied. “Fitch had told me of the olderguy he loved getting railed by. Crazy that you’d know each other.” Then I sighed. “He’ll be getting railed so hard right now. Well, I hope he is. For his sake. He’ll be all sulky if he isn’t.”

Nolan laughed again and gave the top of my head a kiss. “Like you. No wonder you and Fitch are such good friends.”

“I might have sulked, but I’m not a brat.”

“No, you’re not,” he murmured, his tone soft.

I lifted my head to look at him. “What did Dom say? About what you told him.”

“He said I was an idiot for drink driving. And he’s not wrong. He said paying you to take a week off work was the least I should have done.”

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