Page 55 of Powerless

That’s a step forward.

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KATHRYN

“Thank you for coming with me,” I say to Bennett as we drive toward home.

“It’s the least I can do.”

“Mom’s not going to be happy.”

“She’ll understand,” he says and places his hand on my thigh. “You’re two years into a program you hate. You should be doing what you love.”

“I love you,” I say cheekily.

“You can do me any time you want,” he replies with humor. “Any time at all. I mean, you can pull over right now, and we can have a quickie here.”

“On the highway?” I glance over and shake my head.

“I’m sure there’s a dirt road further up if you’re feeling shy.”

“I’m not having sex with you on the side of the highway or on a dirt road.”

“We have to christen the rental before we return it.” He looks around and huffs. “Or not, it might be too small.”

“You need to get sex off the brain, Bennett, because we’ll be pulling into my driveway soon and I don’t want you with a hard-on.”

“If you don’t want me with a hard-on, you could always let me fuck your mouth.”

I damn near veer off the road with his abrasive honesty. “Can you wait until we return to our apartment?”

“Are you kidding me? No sex for today or tomorrow? We didn’t have sex yesterday either.” He pinches the bridge of his nose and huffs. “If this gets to be one of those we only have sex four times a week, then that’s it.” He dramatically throws his arms up. “I’m going to have an affair.”

With a gaping mouth, I turn to glare at him before returning my attention to the road. “If that cock of yours goes anywhere near another woman, I will personally chemically castrate you.”

Bennett scrunches up his nose and mouth. “You said cock and castrate in the same sentence. I’m now soft. Thanks.”

I snort with a chuckle. “Remember that, buddy. You want to be the first eunuch president? If not, that cock belongs to me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he grumbles with a tinge of humor.

“Oh shit,” I say when I realize we’re close to Mom’s. Bennett easily reads my mood and gently runs his hand up and down my thigh. It dawns on me that Bennett was distracting me. “Thank you,” I say.

“It’ll be fine.”

“I hope so. I know Mom wants the best for me, but I just can’t do another year.”

“Your mom knows I’ll be with you, right?”

“Uh-huh. She’s happy to see you again.” Mom really does like Bennett and has easily accepted him.

“Remember, we’re having dinner with my parents tomorrow too.”

“I know,” I say. It’s been just over twelve months since we told Bennett’s dad about us, and thankfully, he’s warmed up to me now. “You know,” I start. “I’m glad we did what we did.”

“Are you talking about last weekend? Because, I’m happy to do that again too.”

“Will you stop thinking about sex for a moment?”

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