Page 31 of Three Little Words

Chapter Ten

Bryn

Two years ago

Mornings in Benny’s apartment were the best.

He usually made me coffee before he left. He opened the shop every day; I usually went in later. I liked working nights better. They were a little busier, with some more exciting clients.

Although I hated when the bikers came in.

Benny always handled them, though, or Bradley, if Benny was working on someone else.

He really understood me, what I needed.

But it was Sunday, and while he’d still made coffee, he was here. He’d been doing some chores—even though I stayed over a lot, Benny insisted on handling his own laundry and cleaning.

I heard him approaching the couch, but I didn’t look up from my sketchbook. It was still early, and I wasn’t done with my morning ritual yet.

But then his lips touched the back of my neck.

God, he knew how to get me going.

I closed my eyes, lifting my marker from the paper. “Benny…”

“Hm?”

“That’s nice.”

He leaned over the back of the couch, draping his arms around my shoulders.

I wondered if he knew how crazy about him I really was.

He kissed the back of my neck again. I couldn’t help but whimper, and I set my sketchbook on the coffee table.

“Mm,” he said, “I must be good if you’re willing to stop drawing.”

“Quit talking.” I smiled, though.

Slowly, I rocked my hips.

It wasn’t much, just enough to give me a little friction, right up against my clit.

It wasn’t as good as Benny’s fingers, but it was a start.

“Love when you do that.” His breath was hot on my neck. “You look so sexy.”

I shifted, rising up on my knees and turning on the couch. Benny met me there, kissing me hard.

I slid both hands under his shirt, lifting it up. Benny pulled it over his head and dropped it to the floor.

He was already getting hard in his pajama pants.

I groaned in anticipation.

He bent forward and wrapped his arms around me. I let him lift me up, over the back of the couch, and put me down on my feet in front of him.

I immediately pulled the tie of his pajama pants loose.