Page 55 of Let Me Love You (Excess All Areas 5)

His thoughts drifted to her lying in white sheets with her dark hair spread over the pillow. Would she slide her fingers between her legs while lying on her back? He hadn’t removed her panties. Would she? What got her off? Wet fingers circling her clit or sliding two fingers inside herself until she touched some place that always brought her to orgasm.

A place he couldn’t wait to explore.

“Fuck,” he huffed, placing his palm on the shower wall as water poured over his head.

What if she’d rolled over and placed a pillow between her thighs, rubbing her clit against it? He imagined the silhouette of her beneath the covers, her arse rolling back and forth.

Like she would if she rode him.

He sped up his strokes.

Would Chaya call out his name as she came?

He needed to know.

His orgasm crept up on him, his mind too busy imagining how Chaya would gasp as she came.

It fired down his spine, through his balls, as he came with a grunt, easing his strokes to work every last drop from his dick. He shuddered from the intensity of it, before easing himself down gently.

When he felt steady again, he reached for a towel, dried himself off, and climbed naked into bed. Once there, he took a photograph of his head on his pillow.

Thought of you the whole time. Lasted five minutes. Where is my picture?

It was a few more minutes until she replied with the hottest picture. Still in his T-shirt, one arm placed lazily across her forehead. Her cheeks were pink, her eyes bright, and her lips were soft.

A part of him wanted to climb out of bed, pull on some joggers, and go fall asleep next to her. Perhaps masturbating would make it easier to keep his hands off her. He scoffed at the idea.

Beautiful, babe. I’m proud of you for doing as I asked.

Dots bounced before she responded.It was hotter than usual. Thinking about you doing the same thing two doors down the hallway.

Ben grinned.Yeah. Same. Now, drink the rest of your water, pop two painkillers and close those pretty eyes of yours. I’ll see you in the morning. Bx

Never thought I’d be so relieved to see theBxback.

Ben frowned, then realised what she meant. He’d stopped when they…

Go to sleep, babe.

And taking his own advice, he closed his eyes and passed out cold.

Sunlight flickering in his peripheral vision woke him eight hours later. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table and groaned, mentally checking in on his body.

After another eighteen dates in twenty-seven days, and the majority of nights spent on the tour bus, his body felt a little broken most mornings after a gig, at this point. It was something he’d gotten used to. But this morning, he felt limber.

It was a little after ten, eight hours after he’d climbed into bed. And he had a date in less than an hour.

He showered quickly, smirking as he thought about the epic orgasm he’d had while thinking about Chaya the previous evening. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he padded over to the mirror and applied the serum and moisturiser Alex had convinced him to use. Seemed like an extra faff, but his skin felt less rough, and Alex swore he’d thank him ten years from now. He brushed his teeth, ran a wide tooth comb through his hair, and was just about to apply some product when there was a loud knock at his door.

When he glanced through the peephole, he grinned. Chaya stood outside, a soft smile on her face and two cups of take-out coffee in her hands. He yanked the door open and watched her eyes trail down his chest. It would be polite to move, to let her through the door. Instead, he just let her look her fill.

“I’ve always liked your eyes on me. Even when you thought you were being discreet.”

Water dripped from the ends of his hair, down his pecs. He felt the cool trail it left behind, but Chaya watched the droplet. “You are so unfair,” she huffed, pushing past him.

Ben laughed. “You know, we’ve always flirted with each other, but now, we don’t need to hide it or be subtle. Maybe later, you can stand in a towel and let me look at you.”

She placed the coffees down on the desk and whipped off her scarf. “Play your cards right and we could shower together, then you could wrap me in said towel, and dry me off.”

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