Page 114 of An Indecent Longing

Each thrust made her cry out at the shock of his full length spreading her wide. Each retreat made her want him to thrust harder the next time.

Bracing her hands on the counter, she gave herself over to Ben, let him take what he wanted and give her what she needed. Which was this. Exactly this.

Pure eroticism flooded her body, heated like lava, and drenched her until she had to close her eyes to process it all.

The hand he held on her hip tightened until she knew she’d have marks. She wanted to see them on her body. Wanted the reminder of his desire for her.

His other hand he had splayed across her stomach, using it to pull her back. His fingers were so close to her mound, they tantalized and tormented.

“Ben.”

“What do you need, babe?”

“Touch my clit.”

Never before had she asked for what she wanted, much less demanded, but this felt right.

“Whatever you want.”

His fingers made a quick dip and trapped her clit between his index and middle finger. He squeezed and she climaxed hard and fast, clenching around him until he groaned and, with one last thrust, he buried himself deep.

Ben let his forehead rest between her shoulders for a few seconds before he pulled out of Dorrie’s tight channel.

God damn, she felt amazing wrapped around him and he didn’t want to pull out at all, but he didn’t want Ian to catch them. And not because he didn’t want Ian to know what had happened. He didn’t want Dorrie to be caught in the middle of something that Ian and Ben should work out on their own.

Then again, maybe if Ian did catch them, he’d take the hint and give Dorrie the affection she was craving.

He was grateful she’d felt he was safe to practice her wiles on but he figured she was gearing up for the bigger challenge. Ian.

For now, Ben would take care of whatever itches she needed to scratch. He knew himself well enough to know nothing would cause him to lose focus on her safety.

Pressing a kiss to the back of her neck, he eased her around so he could kiss her. Beneath his lips, he felt hers curve in a smile before she kissed him back.

He pulled away so he could look into her eyes. “Feel better?”

She blushed as she smiled, her eyes dipping away for a second before meeting his again. “Actually, yes. So I guess I should say thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.”

“And I’m sorry I lied earlier. I guess I just didn’t want to get into an argument about who I was treating.”

“So who were you treating?”

She swallowed hard. “One of Antonoff’s men.”

Careful now.“I figured. He gonna be okay?”

“Yes.”

“Because you’re that good.”

Her smile made a comeback and, damn, he wanted to throw her over his shoulder and run upstairs with her. Then his phone vibrated, telling him Ian had just opened the garage door.

“Why don’t you go ahead and get changed and we’ll figure out what to do about dinner?”

Her eyebrows rose. “He’s home, isn’t he?”

“Yep. You want to welcome him home the way you did me?”

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