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“I would love that. You to myself? All summer?” He growls and lowers me onto the bed. “Sign me up.”
Heat erupts over me as he drags his finger down my arm. I shiver as his hand leaves my skin, and he chuckles.
“You’re wearing too many clothes—”
I smirk and reach for the hem of my shirt. “We’ve done this fully clothed…”
He tugs my shirt over my head and groans. “That was great, but I need to see all of you.”
His eyes rove over my breasts hungrily and he has me out of my bra in an instant.
His thumbs graze across my nipples and I arch my back. “So. Much. Better.”
I gasp his name when he pinches one.
“Phoebe,” he murmurs. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
I want to believe him. To get lost in his passion for me and know that there’s no end. But I can’t. I must stay levelheaded—as levelheaded as I can while his hand grazes my entire body. This is just a hookup. And we’re just friends. A few years ago, I would have died knowing Ben Steel and I had book discussions and casual sex. Like friends, you know?
He sucks my nipple into his mouth and I’m pretty sure that’s not something friends do, but I can’t let it mean anything more.
And right now, it means spending the night with him in my bed. We rip the rest of our clothes off and I do my best to not gawk at how ripped he is. He’s always wearing a suit or at least a button-up shirt. It’s a freaking treat getting to see him naked.
His eyes rove over me and I feel vulnerable, but not exposed. Lust oozes from him as he draws me into his arms, joining our bodies together until I wonder why clothes ever became a thing.
“Definitely better without clothes,” he whispers in my ear before tossing me on the bed.
I squeal and heave a pillow at him. “We’re going to have the entire house gossiping—”
“Good. Hopefully that busybody Margret—what’s her name—hears us. Be loud, my princess.”
My cheeks burn, but I secretly love it. Part of me even hopes Marjorie hears us. The thought of her angrily listening to Ben Steel fuck my brains out or, even better, getting all hot and bothered from overhearing us, has me ready to be louder than I’ve ever been.
As exciting as all that is, I can only focus on one part. He called me princess.
Pressing my hands to his shoulders, I roll him over and straddle him. He growls my name, letting me move him effortlessly despite his toned arms.
Shimmying down his body, I turn around and reposition myself onto all fours, my ass in his direction as I focus on his cock. The other night, I didn’t exactly get the clearest look at it, but here it is, every glorious inch standing hard before me.
I run my finger along the head in a slow circle, growing wetter as I remember exactly how he felt inside of me.
Licking my lips, I bend forward, running my tongue near the path my finger just made.
I sink my mouth over the entire length of him, marveling at how good he feels against my tongue. His muscles tighten below me and I move faster, drawing him in and out over and over again, gagging slightly as I go deeper.
Ben moans and grabs my legs, his fingers sinking into my soft flesh as he pulls me back a few inches.
I’m lost in the pleasure of hearing him mutter a string of curses, so when his mouth meets my clit, I shriek around his cock, narrowly avoiding biting him.
I back up against his mouth, clutching the sheets as he drags his tongue along my opening. My body is pulsing, my arms weak. My head is dizzy as I rock back and forth, opening my jaw as his cock gets impossibly thicker.
“I’m so close.” His muffled voice vibrates across my clit and I’m right there with him.
It’s the second time we’ve orgasmed together and both times have been so in sync. Something I’ve never had with anyone.
“Phoebe, I’m going to—” The edge in his voice nearly undoes me.
I slide my mouth off him and shake my head. “Stop hesitating.”
