Page 62 of Bene

He had a good mind to ask about the chick at the front desk downstairs, but he figured … not his business. The two of them weren’t in that kind of relationship, and it wasn’t his place to be asking things unless she offered. Simple as that.

Vanna took a step back, widening the door further while her heels clicked against the tiled floor of the entryway. “Come on in—wasn’t expecting anyone tonight, but I am cooking enough for a small army, and I’ve got my favorite show ready to binge, so …”

“Sounds like my kind of night.”

And even if it wasn’t before, it certainly was now.

With her?

Looking like she did?

As she stared at him like she was?

Fuck yeah.

Absolutely his kind of night.

Vanna winked, and Bene stepped into her place. He gave the white walls, decorated sparingly but still stylishly with black and chrome accents in the entry, a brief second of his attention. He could admire her place later. Right now, the woman living in it had way more of his focus. And wasn’t that the most important thing?

Bene figured so.

She let the door go, and he closed it behind him. Once the hallway was shut out, he closed the space between them. Vanna was already smiling a sexy sight when he tugged off his jacket at the same time he leaned in for a kiss. He didn’t give a single shit that her red lipstick was likely going to leave stains on his mouth. How could he when she kissed him as though it had been far too long, and she was finally getting a taste of what she wanted again?

Before he’d even realized it, Bene had her backed against the wall, and his hands were fisting into the tops of those fishnets around her thighs, ready to pull them from her body. She stared up at him, lipstick only slightly smudged, but looking damn good. Her heat soaked into his body, and he breathed the scent of her in.

Sugared sex.

“That was nice,” she whispered.

Bene laughed darkly. “Feed me, and put me somewhere I can get you horizontal, and we’ll see just how nice I can get later.”

“Promises, promises.”

“That I’ll absolutely keep.”

Vanna swallowed hard. “Hope so.”

“I had a reason for coming here … not just this.”

“Oh? But I was liking this.”

Yeah, him, too.

Still …

“Would you, uh, want to go to a thing with me?” he asked. “Something my mother is having at the mansion in a couple of weeks. It’s like a dinner party. Nothing big, but—”

“Are you asking me on a date? A real date?”

Was he?

“Is that what you want to call it?”

Vanna arched a brow. “Does it change anything?”

“Not if you don’t want it to.”

“Are you still going to fuck me tonight whether I say yes or no?”