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“Not always. Very few men can take me either in the mouth or up the arse. Probably a good job I like to bottom, and just occasionally…” Now he looked embarrassed. “Sometimes, I have trouble getting hard unless I’m really, really turned on.”
Ah, now I understood, although he had had no problems last night.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to seem insensitive.”
“It’s OK, really. It’s my hang-up, no one else’s.” He smiled then, pulling me into the shower cubicle before turning it on, leaving me under the cold spray.
I squealed in a very unmasculine way. “Fuck, that’s cold.”
“Aw, sorry, Ben. I didn’t realise it’d be that cold.” His mischievous grin suggested otherwise.
Bastard.
Chapter 9
Xavier
Isaunteredintothekitchen feeling very smug. Last night had been amazing. Ben had been amazing. I’d loved every fucking minute of what we’d done. I just hoped we’d get the chance to do it again.
My arse clenched at the thought of what we could do, that dick of his ramming into me from behind. Although I wasn’t fussy with the position; I was up for anything.
As I spooned the coffee into the machine, I couldn’t help but think of how he’d taken control. It was as if someone had flicked a switch and a different Ben had taken over, one I definitely wouldn’t mind seeing again. He’d gone from meek and mild to domineering in the blink of an eye. I could still feel his hands on my throat. He’d been gentle enough not to bruise.
The coffee was about ready as he walked into the kitchen, back to his normal self. I handed him his mug of coffee, black with a touch of sweetness; his eyes looked anywhere but at me.
He’d dressed in his usual T-shirt and sweats while I wore my blue boxer briefs. He’d seen me in all my glory. I didn’t see the need to cover up now.
“Can I get you breakfast? Bacon? Toast? Some cereal maybe?” Taking a chance, I trailed the back of my hand down his face before rubbing my thumb along his bottom lip, smiling as I saw him shiver.
“Just this for now,” he said, backing away from me and sitting at the table, his mug firmly clenched in his hand.
Disappointment coursed through me. I had hoped he wouldn’t regret what had happened last night, but seeing him this morning, how he’d dressed, how he’d moved away from my touch, I couldn’t help but feel a little sad.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, sitting next to him. “I hope you’re not regretting what we did last night. I know I don’t.”
He shrugged. “Maybe a little?”
“You didn’t enjoy it?” I stretched my legs out under the table, brushing his bare feet with my own. He flinched slightly but didn’t move them away completely.
“I think you know I enjoyed it. It just feels a little strange. I don’t want to ruin our arrangement. You know, landlord and lodger.”
I thought it had enhanced our arrangement, if I was honest.
“Why can’t we have both? I’m not asking for any special treatment, reduced rent or anything. I just think we could both benefit. I’m aware of the relationship you had with Richard. Ava told me. Why can’t we have the same? I’ll scratch your back; you scratch mine.”
I wanted more than that, but voicing that right now would only drive him away, and I wanted to tempt him in.
“It just feels a little odd. I can’t lie to you and say I don’t find you attractive. You know I do. It just doesn’t feel right.”
I didn’t know what else to say or do to help him change his mind. I needed a plan. One where we both ended up either in my bed or in his. I wasn’t fussy.
Before we could discuss it any further, an incessant ringing of the doorbell sounded, not just once, but over and over. It could only be one person…Ava.
“I’ll get it,” I said, standing quickly.
“Not like that you won’t.” Ben looked horrified, but I took no notice, reaching the front door before he could even get out of his seat.
“Ava, so lovely to see you.” I stood back, allowing her to enter.
