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Are we a couple? We agreed to have a relationship outside of the office, but would that mean that I'm his girlfriend and he's my boyfriend? This is new territory for me in the realm of who we are, so I'm not sure how to approach it.
Off in the distance a phone chimes, and, for a split second, I see Ben pause his chewing. I expect him to get up and check his phone, but he surprises me by staying beside me and continuing to eat.
This isn't the Benjamin Adams that I know. This is someone else.
After a few moments, I notice that he’s still ignoring his phone and it’s definitely different than how he is at work. It doesn’t bother me, but I don’t want him to feel like he needs to ignore the outside world when we’re together. Time and life doesn’t stop when we are here in his penthouse together.
“Are you going to go and check that?” I ask.
“I wasn't planning to. This is a no-work weekend,” he declares as he reaches into my carton with his chopsticks again.
“Do you have no-work weekends regularly? I mean, sometimes I have emails from you at all hours of the night, every day of the week.”
“I'm trying something different,” he offers.
“Something different,” I repeat.
He puts down his chopsticks and the carton he's holding and turns to me, his knee bending and his arm going over the back of the couch behind me.
“When we are together, I don't want to have any distractions. Will that be how it always is?” He pauses then shrugs. “I doubt it, but we just started this. I want to give you all of me.”
I smile at his choice of words. All of him. The good, the bad and the... charming.
“My view of you, it’s very professional, very work-focused. So, it may take me some time to get used to you putting work on hold, especially since I pressure you at work for certain things. But I like the thought of getting all of you.”
“Will you give me all of you?” he asks nervously. Nervous. Benjamin Adams is nervous about my answer!
“I'll give you everything,” I reply in honesty.
I want to give him all of me.
I want him.
Chapter Nine
Benjamin
It’s Sunday night and I still haven’t gotten my fill of Bella. We’ve spent a healthy amount of time talking, making love and getting used to one another. Now that I’ve had her, I want more of her. With her, it’s as if I’m under a spell. She gets me to talk, she gets me to look at things from a different angle, and best of all, she makes me feel.
I haven’t felt this depth of emotion in years. Frankly, I wasn’t expecting it to ever come back. But here she is, draped in a sheet as she studies the collections in my library. Seeing her here, in my space, makes me feel things I didn't know were still in me. Her fingertips touch every book, and her face reflects a sense of awe, while her lips try on the titles as she goes. She looks up and down the shelves and finally comes to stand in the middle of the room, drops the sheet, opens her arms, and twirls with her head back.
I stand in the doorway, leaning my shoulder against the wooden door frame, my sweats hanging low on my hips. With my arms cross over my chest, I observe her.
I’ve never seen anyone look at my space with such wonder until now. As I watch her expression of pure joy, I realize what a privilege it is to see it through her eyes. I'm not sure I've ever looked at this room the way she is. I’ve come to take my home and possessions for granted, but having her here lets me see it through fresh eyes, and I can easily see how amazing this room can be.
When she completes her final turn, she looks at me over her shoulder and smiles.
“How come I didn’t know you are a bibliophile?” she asks, turning on her heel, then bending to pick up the discarded sheet. She drapes it around her again and saunters toward me. I stand straight, centered in the doorway, as she approaches.
I watch her, observing the way the light from the fireplace is hitting her features, and the smattering of freckles on her shoulders as she moves about the library. The lust in her eyes and the mischievous upturn of her lips all strike me like a physical blow, making my chest tighten and my head spin. When she stands in front of me, all I can think about is having her again.
She tilts her head and studies me. Part of me would give every book in this library to know what she sees when she looks at me that way. Before I can voice the offer, she places her hands on my hips and pulls our bodies together. My cock stands to attention again and she acknowledges it with a coy smile.
“I like this dressed down version of you,” she says quietly as she stands on her tip-toes and leans into me, her lips brushing against my jaw. I smile as I wrap my arms around her waist and hoist her up against my body.
“I quite like this naked version of you.” I lean in and nip at her bottom lip before pressing my lips against hers. “Very, very, very much.”
I press her against the wall outside my library and take her mouth with mine. I grind myself against her and growl in satisfaction. The scent of her arousal tempts me past my limit and I’m so fucking turned on that I can't help but take her right here. I pull my cock out of my sweatpants and slide into her.
