She rolls her eyes and purses her lips. “You got any more puns I need to brace myself for?”
“Why don’t you Willow Walk-er your hot ass over here?”
“No,” she says, shaking her head. “Nope, nope. Never use that one again.”
“All the blood’s rushed to my dick,” I say. “I might not be thinking straight.”
I know I’m not going to regret this. My body is all in, and if there is one thing I’m great at, it’s keeping my brain and my heart separate from my hookups.
I can have fun with Willow and not let it get complicated. In fact, if she’s wired as much like me as I think, this may be exactly the situation I need. No strings, no long-term. Just the fun. Just the good parts.
I step forward and curl a hand around the back of her neck. “Willow,” I murmur, lowering my face to her neck.
As I plant soft kisses along the column of her throat, I drink in the scent of her, the feel of her soft hair tumbling from its bun against my fingers.
“Benito,” she breathes, her hands circling low to cup my ass.
I groan and press against her, my body taking over and shutting my mind down.
She may be a woman who doesn’t plan to stay in Star Falls for too long, but I’ll take every moment she’s willing to give.
10
WILLOW
Three weeks later…
“Benito, you have to go.” I wrap my legs around Benny’s waist as he slides deep inside me. “Benny, fuck…”
“Shh.” He leans forward and claims my lips with his. “Are you kicking me out again?”
I nibble his lower lip between my teeth and breathe him in. “Yes, again. I have a conference call in thirty minutes, and I do not need to show up looking like I just…”
A lightning bolt flashes behind my eyes as he rolls his hips, putting pressure on that sensitive spot that has me arching with need. Benny makes me greedy. He’s more delicious than tiramisu, more decadent than a meal cooked by a Michelin-starred chef.
For the last few weeks, we’ve spent every evening together and quite a few entire nights. We fuck, we laugh, we eat, we sleep. Rinse and repeat. He’s the most fun I’ve ever had, and yet…
A horrific series of siren sounds blare from my phone.
I flop a weak hand toward my bedside table, trying to silence my alarm.
“I have to get moving,” I force out the words between his thrusts, my eyes rolling back in my head. I see darkness behind my closed lids. It’s as if every inch of me is consumed by Benny. I feel him, smell him, taste him as he supports his weight on top of me and gently grinds his cock deep. My breasts are smashed under his chest, and he whispers the words against my lips between kisses.
“Come to my place after work?”
I groan, drawing in a deep breath. Even first thing in the morning, the scent of his soap, cologne, and the faintest hint of herbs from the kitchen cling to his warm skin. It’s ridiculous, the effect this man has on me. I try to talk through the growing excitement that has my clit pulsing and my hips working slow circles against his. “Not tonight. I’ve got a video date with one of my best friends.”
“After?” he asks, pulling out excruciatingly slowly and then, with a jerk of his hips, seats himself deep.
“Fuck yes, after,” I pant. “After…”
I lift my hips and widen my legs, wriggling my hips and grinding up against his body until I am trembling, coming, my hands gripping his face as I kiss him.
“Fuck,” I gasp into his mouth, and I feel his body tighten as my climax brings on his.
We writhe and curse, praise the heavens and moan, until he collapses against my chest, shuddering and sweating.
Far too quickly, he covers my bare chest with kisses. “Have a great call,” he says, then he starts to roll away, but I grab him and hold him tight.
