Once we’d finished eating, we’d chatted about the book and I’d made the mistake of asking him about his favourite scenes. Then, next thing I knew, he was bending me over the sofa.
And it wassogood.
In my defence, it’d given me some great inspiration for a chapter in my book, so now that I thought about it, I was just doing important research.
I’d said I was going to shower and Ben asked if he could join me. Then,whoops, his dick accidentally slid inside me again.
Once we’d finished that round, I saw that Ben was getting hard again, which was when I banished him from the bathroom (probably a bit cheeky seeing as it was his place, not mine, but Ireally needed to get some words down tonight. I wanted to strike whilst the inspiration was hot).
It was really sweet of Ben to suggest that I go straight home to write, but when I’d said coming over to his would be good for me, I wasn’t joking.
Ben was the reason I felt so inspired.
I was able to write a shitload of words last night and in the early hours of this morning because I was thinking abouthim.
My main male character was inspired by all of his green flags and big dick energy.
Ben was my muse. And having that made everythingsomuch easier.
Once I’d dried off, I wrapped the towel around me, then went back into the open-plan area of the flat. Ben was on the bed and he patted the space beside him.
‘Me sitting half-naked on your bed is dangerous,’ I said.
‘You’re perfectly safe. Here.’ He pointed to a T-shirt resting on the bed. ‘Put this on. And I brought your laptop over here too, so you can write. I promise, no distractions.’
My stomach fluttered at his thoughtfulness.
‘You don’t mind?’
‘Course not. I want you to write. It’s great that you’re pursuing your dream.’
‘Thanks,’ I said, walking to the bed and pulling the T-shirt over my head before removing the towel from underneath it.
I knew it was silly acting coy around Ben considering I’d literally just had my naked arse in his face, but I was trying to avoid either of us getting tempted.
‘What about you?’ I asked. ‘What are your dreams?’ I sat on the bed beside him, genuinely interested to know the answer.
‘I don’t have any. Not anymore. I kind of just go with the flow. I learnt it’s best not to make plans, that way you don’t get disappointed.’ His face fell and I sensed there was some kind ofpain behind his words, but I wasn’t sure whether it was my place to ask. ‘Anyway, young lady. Stop procrastinating. Get your fingers on that keyboard and type!’
‘What will you do?’
‘I’ll sit beside you and read. Don’t worry, I know that my willpower was horrendous earlier, but I will endeavour not to let it happen again. I suppose after tonight we should stop this thing we’ve got going on, right?’
‘What?’ I gasped. ‘No way!’
‘You’re not falling for me, are you, Jeffries?’ He smirked.
‘No, course not!’ I scoffed. I wasn’t convinced that was the truth, but there was no way I could tell him that. ‘You’re just proving to be veryuseful, that’s all.’
‘Useful?’ He cocked a curious brow. ‘What? For giving you orgasms?’
‘Yeah, that too!’ I laughed. ‘But I meant with my writing.’
‘Glad to be of service, although I’m not quite sure how.’
‘Before I was finding writing difficult. It was like getting blood out of a stone. But ever since you…’ I dropped my gaze between his legs. ‘Since you…’
‘Since I waved my magic wand?’ he said smugly.
