I strip down completely and climb into his bed, arranging the sheets around me strategically and then press the open book over my lower face, hiding everything but my eyes and snap a picture.
Thanks. You’re the best
I send the photo and then toss the phone to the side like it’s molten lava before I fall back against his pillows. I am playing with so much fire here, and I know the way my heart is fluttering waiting for his response that I’m already in too deep with him to get out unscathed.
The phone buzzes again and I stare at it for a minute before I open the screen to read.
Ben
Holy fuck. A warning next time?
Jake definitely just saw that
Did he like it? Since you’re busy tonight… If he’s not…
I bite my lip and hit send, a little nervous how he’ll respond to me teasing him like that. But the response is immediate.
Ben
Over my dead fucking body
I mean it feels good without you here, but it’s not the same. You know?
Now I know you’re trying to kill me
Does that mean Jake is coming then or?
A little swearing emoji pops up on the screen and I grin.
Ben
I’m coming, and you better not until I get there
If that’s what you want…
* * *
Thirty excruciating minuteslater I hear him come through the front door, and the rustling sounds of him losing his shoes and coat before he makes his way to the room. When he opens the door, he almost looks surprised to see me there. He walks over and sits on the side of the bed without saying a word, tugging at the sheet and I let go of it so he can pull it back.
His eyes light up when he finds me naked underneath. “I honestly thought you were fucking with me.”
I slide my hand over his thigh, smirking. “And how would you like to be fucked with? You want me here or on my knees?”
“Violet.” The raw tone of voice he uses when he says my name and the way his throat bobs, has me moving toward him.
I grab the edge of his shirt and look up at him for permission. He stares at me, his eyes burning with an intensity that almost makes me shrink a little. I release it and pull my hand back.
“What’s wrong?” I ask softly, puzzling over what has him on edge.
“Did you touch yourself before I got here?” His hand creeps up my thigh.
“Maybe.” I give him a sly little grin.
“Maybe?” he asks, his eyes holding mine.
I shrug.
“Thinking about some mafia guy railing you against a wall again?” His hand slides between my legs, cupping me before he dips a finger between, and I let out a little whimper
