Page 27 of Bene

She swallowed hard.

Bene’s hands went higher.

“Let me know,” he murmured.

His thumb edged along the line of her black lace thong. All the while, he never once looked away from her. Even when she released a quiet gasp as his thumb slipped under the line of her panties, and grazed her hot sex. His lips pulled back in a satisfied smirk when his thumb found her wet. It only deepened to something wicked as her hips jerked into his touch when his thumb went higher to find her clit.

She pulsated against him.

Shuddered when his thumb pressed harder.

Trembled when he chuckled.

His head dipped lower, shrouding her face in darkness while his body covered hers from sight. Anyone passing by in a vehicle, or even walking, would think they were just a couple engaging in a heated PDA. They wouldn’t see that his hand was up her skirt, and he was thumbing her clit with enough intensity to make her ready to come.

“What do you need me to be, Vanna?”

Air rushed out of her, just like her words. “Just make me come.”

Bene flashed his teeth in a sinful smirk, thumb circling faster at her clit. “Give it to me, then.”

She did.

Breaking all apart, and barely stifling her moans until his hand left her hip to slip two fingers into her mouth. She sucked on his digits while she came, before he pulled them free and kissed her again.

She hoped he fucked the same way he kissed.

All in, owning her, and hot as hell.

She’d soon find out.

“You have a twin, huh?”

Bene made a dark noise under his breath as he came to stand behind her in the hallway.

She’d stepped out of the bedroom, fully naked after he’d undressed her and only then realized that he didn’t have any condoms in his room, to look at the pictures hanging on the wall. Sure, she was on the shot, but it didn’t hurt to be extra safe even if she hadn’t slept with someone in a long time … the last time hadn’t ended well when Mario found out, and she hadn’t been looking for a repeat of that.

She felt him slip in closer, the heat of his naked chest pressing against her when his lips dropped down to find the crook in her shoulder.

He’d quickly realized she liked that.

A kiss there.

A bite.

Sucking.

God, yeah.

It’d make her shout.

“I do,” he said simply.

If he heard the lack of surprise in her voice at her declaration about his brother, he didn’t say. She knew he had a twin from the picture in the newspaper. She knew exactly how many brothers he had—how long his parents had been married. Hell, she knew Bene Guzzi’s birthday, and even his middle name.

Contacts went a long way.

“Is that strange?” she asked.