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“Hey, Lavender,” Ben says. “I just want to be honest with you. I will never do anything at that club. I only want you. The second I saw you in that bathroom... I only wanted you.”

I roll my eyes. “Aw, how romantic, but I think you wanted someone else that night.”

He shakes his head. “I was bored. She faked it too, unlike you. God, you’re the most responsive woman I’ve ever had. And you taste so damn delicious. If you sat on my face, and smothered me, I would die a happy man.”

“Ben!” I say, blushing.

“Just let Colin know your plans first,” Ben winks at me. “He’d probably love that.”

“You guys are so dirty,” I say, rolling my eyes and going into the bathroom to remove my wet bikini and slide Ben’s t-shirt over my head. When I come out, he’s out of his trunks and tying a pair of gym shorts at his hips.

“We may be dirty,” he agrees, pulling the covers down for us. “But we’re yours now, so get used to it, Lav.”

I smile, and climb under the covers. “I’m sure I’ll get used to it rather quickly. Today was... a lot.”

“But good?” he asks, pulling the covers over us.

I nod my head. “I didn’t realize that I was into... being dominated or watched. I always thought I was strong and independent and would never do what a man tells me.”

Ben plays with a strand of my purple hair. “You can still submit, but also be strong and independent.”

“Are you into the dominant lifestyle?” I ask him.

“God, no,” he says. “I’ll leave that to Mac, but I did like watching him do that stuff to you. Maybe I’m a little bit of a voyeur like Colin.”

“What about Alex?” I ask.

“I don’t know exactly what he’s into, he never discusses it,” Ben says. “Just be patient with him. I think he hurts more than he lets on. Screw that bitch who broke his heart.”

“What happened?” I ask softly.

He shakes his head. “You’ll have to ask Alex, that’s not my information to tell.”

I nod, dropping the subject. We lay there quietly, the boat rocking a little. Ben closes his eyes, but continues to play with the strand of my hair in his fingers. I watch his face, memorizing every freckle, the dimple in his chin, his blonde eyelashes.

“Ben?” I ask after a couple of minutes. “Are you asleep?”

“No,” he says. “Just resting my eyes, baby.”

I smile. “Ben, I want you... right now.”

His eyes snap open, a smile on his face, and he crawls down my body, pushing the covers off, and lifting the hem of the shirt I’m wearing. Never have I ever met a man this eager to eat a woman out, but that’s not what I want right now.

“No, not like that,” I say, grabbing at his hair as he starts to bend his head down to eat me out.

“Like what, Lav?” he asks. “Because I want to taste you so badly right now. I can’t get enough of you.”

“I want you inside me,” I say, wiggling my hips. “I want you to fuck me.”

Ben moves up, and presses a scorching kiss to my lips. “Okay, I can do that,” he says, getting up and reaching into his suitcase to pull out a box of unopened condoms.

“I told you I have my tubes tied...” I protest.

“Just this once,” he promises, pulling a condom out. “I’m going to go get tested this week and make sure I’m clean for you. I’ll have the other guys go as well. I don’t want to risk you getting anything from us.”

“I get tested every year on my physical, but I haven’t really hooked up with too many people in the last few years. I’ve never had an STD, nothing. I swear. It’s just been me and my toys for a couple of months now.”

Even though I’ve been clean, it didn’t stop one of my exes from claiming I gave him an STD. Asshole had me panicking, going to the doctor immediately only to find out months later that he lied because he wanted to hurt me because I broke up with him—for his manipulative behavior. Boys can be so mean. The fear from that has stayed in the back of my head, so I always get checked—just in case. Might as well have everything tested and checked out while I’m in the stirrups anyway.

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