Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
I let out a loud yawn. “I’ll have to put my same clothes back on. I didn’t pack a lot.”
He turns on the shower and lets it hit his hand while he tests the temperature. When it’s warm enough, he grabs me and helps me in. As soon as the hot spray hits my body, I groan. His breath is right next to my ear. “You don’t need any clothes. I plan on keeping you naked the rest of the weekend.”
I lean into him. “I like the sound of that.”
He tips my chin up and searches my eyes. “We should probably talk about the fact that I didn’t use a condom. I’m clean.”
I gulp because I can’t believe I didn’t think about that. I’ve always been the responsible one. Heck, I have a brand-new box of condoms in my bag that I bought and brought with me, and I didn’t even think to use them. He knows I’m clean. I wouldn’t have been able to do the auction otherwise, so the only thing we have to worry about is pregnancy. I try to calculate in my head, but it’s worthless. Right now, nothing is computing. “I didn’t think—”
He shrugs and pulls me into his arms. “It’s okay. I wouldn’t have wanted to wear a condom anyway, Maggie. I don’t want anything between us. All I want to feel is you.”
I push the thought of pregnancy to the back of my brain. I know I should be worried, but I can’t bring myself to be right now. Nope, all I can think about is how good it feels to be wrapped in his arms.
I lean my head against his chest. “You think I can sleep with you tonight, Ben?”
He rests his chin on the top of my head. “In my arms, in my bed is where I want you, Maggie.”
I let out a satisfied sigh as he puts soap on his hands and starts to clean me. A girl could get used to this.
Ben
There’s no way I can let her go.
The weekend is over, and tomorrow she plans to leave here and go to work. She has some kind of event tomorrow night for the mayor, and all I can think is the fact that I can’t let her go. I don’t want to.
“Do you like your job?”
She looks up at me with a smile. “You mean do I like working for you at Moonshine Distilleries?”
I bite my lip and wait for her to continue. She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, I love my job.”
A part of me is glad to know she likes her job, but the other side, the one that is possessive and going fucking crazy at the thought of her walking away from me, is overwhelmed.
She points at me across the couch. “What’s that frown about?”
I’m sitting on the opposite end of the couch with her feet in my lap. I want to slide down and pull her against me, but I know if I’m going to have this conversation with her, I need to do it with a little bit of distance between us. I ignore her question and ask my own. “So you like going into the office?”
Her eyes are glued to mine, and she shrugs. “I like going into the office. Elana said I could work from home whenever I wanted to. I’m fortunate that I can do my job from anywhere, but it was weird for me when I tried to work from home. It was lonely.”
I massage her calves, and she moans. “That feels good.”
I go deeper, working her muscles. “What if you worked a few days from home?”
She sits up and pulls her legs from my grip and sits cross-legged on the couch facing me. “Are you firing me, Ben?”
“What? No. Why would you think that? You do a phenomenal job. Sales are up since you took over social media. Hell no, I’m not firing you.”
She tilts her head to the side and searches my eyes. “So what’s with all this talk about working from home? You don’t want me in the office?” She claps her hand to her head. “Oh my God, you don’t want anyone to know about us.” She looks at me with hurt in her eyes. “I’m not a blabbermouth. I won’t tell anyone if that’s how you want to keep it.”
She gets up from the couch, but I grab her waist and pull her down onto my lap. She shimmies back and forth on my thighs, and my cock comes to life. I hold back my groan. “Stop moving or I’m going to bend you over this couch and fuck some sense into you, Maggie.”
She stops moving, and I turn her around until she’s straddling my lap. She’s in one of my white T-shirts and her panties. The only thing stopping me from pulling my cock out and sliding into her is knowing that I know she needs a break and that I need to have this talk with her. “Look at me.”