Page 88 of Dead Serious with Benefits
Swearing, I came hard, spraying his face as my hips twitched through my orgasm. Pleasure rocked through me as I gripped his shoulder, watching as I painted his face before aiming at his mouth to cover his tongue. Another curse left me when he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the tip of my dick, sucking and making me feel like I was going to faint right there.
“Well then,” I panted as the last of the pleasure drained from my body, leaving me with a floating warmth and slight dizziness. I didn’t hesitate to flip around with my back against the glass to slide down and join him on the floor. “I have to say, the fact that you are usually so prim, proper, and put together, but so?—”
“Whorish?” he asked with a lazy smile.
“Mmm, I don’t like that word since my mother used it against you, but...yes, or slutty if you prefer. Yes, slutty in your sex life. It’s an exercise in dichotomies, and it’s going to drive me insane if I’m not careful...in a good way.”
“Good to know,” he said with a chuckle, leaning over to lay his head on my lap. “I like this. You, me...us.”
“I do too,” I admitted, curling my arm under his and taking hold of his hand to squeeze it.
“So...keep going as things are? See where they take us?”
“Definitely.”
“No one else?”
“No one else, just you for me, and me for you.”
“Okay.”
“Just like that?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
ARLO
A curse came from beside me, and I tried to hold back a smile as Ward wrestled with his tie for what might be the hundredth time. In fact, he had been fighting with almost every piece of clothing he’d put on. So far, he had insisted that someone must have made a mistake with his laundry after deducing that his underwear wasn’t fitting him correctly. Then he wondered if he had gained weight when his shirt and pants refused to cooperate. When he asked if his shoes had shrunk, I realized it wasn’t about the clothes at all.
As if sensing my thoughts, Ward turned his attention and ire on me with narrowed eyes and pursed lips. “What?”
“I’m trying to decide if I should remind you that this entire thing was your idea, or point out that the more you fuss with your clothes, the more you mess them up,” I said with a smile that I couldn’t help. “Or maybe I should point out that there is no need to be nervous.”
“I amnotnervous,” Ward grumbled as he continued to tug at his tie as though it were trying to choke him. “I am perfectly fine.”
I took hold of his hand, drawing it away from his tie. He glared at me. “Sit down, with the way Will drives, you’ll end up falling into the front again.”
“Alright, don’t drag me into your bullshit,” Will quipped from the front seat. “More than you already do anyway.”
“Stop,” I said to Ward when his eyes fixed on the seat. “Don’t take your frustration out on him...think more about taking it out on me later.”
That was enough to pull his attention back to me, and I watched a smile twist the corners of his lips. “You certainly know how to distract me, don’t you? Is that all it takes, a couple of weeks, and you know me?”
“Three weeks, if we’re going to be exact,” I said with a snort as I adjusted his tie for him. “And as far as knowing that sex with me will distract you, that didn’t take more than a couple of days to figure out.”
“I suppose I am pretty easy to figure out...in that regard anyway,” he said, pulling my hand away from the tie so he could hold onto it. He spoke quietly. “And was that a note of sheer joy I heard in your voice when you said three weeks?”
“It might have been,” I said coyly, even though we both knew it had been. “Maybe it was because I realized it has only been three weeks, when it feels so much longer.”
“From the average person, that would sound like an insult. But I’m choosing to take it as a compliment.”
“It is,” I said with a chuckle. “Because I want it to feel like this in another three weeks, and then three months after that, and then?—”
“Three years?” he guessed, and I could see the gleam in his eyes. “Maybe thirty?”
I hoped so. “I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”
