Page 103 of Loved By The Bad Boy

“Is that so? Dwayne throws the best parties ever,” she teases, but I’m grateful to her for dragging me toward the duo to retrieve my boyfriend from Imani. “You can go back to your Benny.”

My laughter is forced, but I am all too glad to return to Ben’s side. I prefer dancing with him. If the kiss to my cheek is any indication, then he shares my relief. “Are you ready for the surprise?”

“Very much so,” I reply.

We bid our friends a lovely night and exit the building. The music grows fainter as we near the limousine. My body thrums with excitement, and I can’t help asking, “Where’s the surprise?”

“It’s in the house.”

I’m surprise he answers. He opens the backdoor. Once he joins me inside, I ask, “Whose house?”

“You will see.”

Forty-Three

We are notat Ben’s house. We are at Josef’s condo. The one with the amazing gym and security. It’s late, but the streetlights illuminate the neighborhood. I step out and squint at my boyfriend.

Ben hoists my bag over his shoulder. After a few words to the driver, the limousine zooms off.

This is suspicious. He offers me a hand.

I put my hands on my hips and ask, “Where’s the surprise? And what are we even doing here?”

“It’s in the house,” he explains when I hesitate to take his hand. I have no interest in getting into trouble with Josef. “This was the best place to keep it. Let’s go up. I’ll show you, I promise.”

That works. But the promise of discussing SAS and his plans is the main reason I follow Ben to the house. He retrieves a set of keys from his pocket, gives me one last look, then opens the door.

A switch goes off, and the ceiling lights flood the entryway. Ben leads me into the living room, and my feet waver. Everything is different. Different in a good way. They have set up the living room and removed the plastic films on the couches. A coffee table sits at the center with a TV remote on it. Curtains, house stereos, speakers, and everything required to make a home are here.

“Do you want to see the kitchen?” Ben asks. I nod, and he takes my hand. My jaw drops. I step forward and run my fingers over the oven, then move on to the mixer. I’m jealous. “You like?”

Holding the mixer to my lips, I kiss it. “I’m jealous of Maddie.”

Ben laughs. “We should get back to your surprise.”

“Yeah.” But I don’t leave. I inspect the kitchen, smiling every few seconds because they took my suggestions. Every single baking utensil I added to the cart is in this kitchen.

Ben has to carry me out of the kitchen. Once we are in the living room, he plonks into the seat and drops me on his leg. I slap his arm. “I was still having a look, babe. The kitchen is so pretty.”

“Well, yeah.”

I slide off Ben’s lap to sit by myself. He frowns but keeps mute as I relax against the armrest. We might have left prom early, but I’m drained. He pulls my legs into his lap and takes off my heels.

A breathy moan leaves my lips as Ben massages my feet. Setting my feet down, I crawl toward him and straddle him. I should ask about the surprise, but I focus on the buttons of his dress shirt. I undo the first one. We share a glance. His hand works the zipper of my dress, but he’s too slow. I help him fasten the movements, and a gentle breeze caresses my back. The air-conditioner is on.

“Don’t you want to see the surprise first?” Ben asks and tugs down the sleeves of my dress. I push it to my waist, showing off the new black lingerie I bought for this occasion. He whistles as his eyes ravage my body and fingers trace the hem of the lace bra. “Yeah, I think the surprise can wait.”

“I think so, too,” I breathe out.

Ben peers up at me and laughs. With my aid, he removes his jacket. His shirt is next. I splay my fingers over his chest, mastering his body anew like it’s our first time together. He kisses me so gently, sucking on my lip delicately. I kiss him back. Gentler. Softer. I need more of him now. Ben fists my hair. I gasp out a moan, giving him the chance to shove his tongue into my mouth.

Our tongues tango, teasing and tasting like two lovers on their first adventure. His bulge presses to my stomach. I move my hips just a little, and he grunts. Our chests heave, and our shallow pants break the silence.

“I think you should see the surprise first. It’s kind of important,” Ben says. Slipping his hand into my bra, he rolls a nipple between his thumb and index finger, and I whimper. “Then we can get down to business.” Laughing, I tug on his tiny nipple, and his cheeks flush. He drags in a breath as I capture his nipple in my mouth. “Babe… Gracie, you really shouldn’t be doingthatright now.”

“Hmm,” I reply and flick my tongue over an erect nipple. Before Ben grasps my jaw or scolds me, I tilt my head, and our gazes meet. Lust shadows his blue eyes. “Okay, Benny. Let’s see it.”

I’m out of Ben’s lap in a flash. He shakes his head to stop me from pulling my dress over my chest. Slipping his hand into mine, he tugs me to the room I believe should be for his parents.

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