‘I’ve got an idea for a wedding that will suit you and Theo perfectly!’
‘Well, come on, then!’ Jess leant forward, excitement filling her eyes. ‘Don’t be shy! Tell me what it is!’
54
BEN
Fuck me. This book was hot.
I was on my sofa readingOffice Delightand I was struggling to stop my jaw from dropping at the antics the characters had got up to.
And I was desperately fighting the urge not to think about how good it would be to do all those things with Sarah.
I wished I’d started reading romance books like this sooner. They weren’t just entertaining. They were educational. I’d always considered myself a skilled and generous lover, but even I was learning some moves and tricks.
Fuck going to business school. There should be a sex education programme where men were prescribed a box full of romance novels to read so they could learn how to please a woman in the bedroom (or on the desk, in the shower and in the limo in the case of this book).
I wasn’t even joking. If I had a pound for every woman that I’d slept with who told me I was the first man they hadn’t had to fake it with, I’d be a multibillionaire.
Okay, slight exaggeration. I’d had my fair share of women, but notthatmany.
The point was that these novels had value. Now I understood the hype.
When Theo and I had finished our string of meetings for the day, I’d gone to the library’s bookshop and picked up the sequel. I had a feeling that as soon as I finished this novel, I’d need to start reading book two straight away.
I’d wanted to buy my own copy ofOffice Delighttoo, because this was Sarah’s, but Celeste said it had sold out.
It wasn’t a bad thing, though. I enjoyed seeing the parts that Sarah had highlighted (she’d confessed that all the annotations and notes were hers). It was good to know what she liked.
Not that it mattered, because we wouldn’t be sleeping together again.
But I really, really, really, really wanted to.
I’d deliberately avoided seeing her today because she was popping into my thoughts at an alarming frequency. I doubted that a full sixty seconds passed without me thinking about how she tasted, how she felt and how hard I’d come when she…
See what I mean?
I was borderline obsessed with Sarah without laying eyes on her. So imagine how much I’d have lost my mind if I saw her face to face.
There was no way I’d be able to look at Sarah without remembering her lips wrapped around my cock, the expression on her face when she orgasmed, or how her breasts bounced when she straddled me.
Fuuucckkk.
This was too much.
I was in deep shit.
I’d managed to avoid Sarah today. But I’d have to see her tomorrow.
And the next day.
And the next.
How the hell was I going to survive?
55
SARAH
