Wake Sarah up and say: ‘I know this wasn’t part of the deal, but I have a massive boner because I am insanely attracted to you and wondered if you’d help me out by sitting on it?’
That would land me a kick in the balls and a slap around the face. And rightly so.
Alternatively, I could go to the bathroom and wank. But I hadn’t memorised the layout of this room yet, so I’d either have to turn on the light or use the torch on my phone. Sarah must be fast asleep right now, so I didn’t want to wake her up. And if she saw my shadow on the wall, complete with a massive stiffy, she’d be terrified.
Plus, if I started jerking off to the vision of Sarah, I had a feeling I’d come so hard that everyone in the hotel would hear me.
Or I could continue to lie here and try not to think about her.
Looked like that was my only option.
Maybe if instead of thinking about how sexy she was, I should focus on the things that I didn’t like about her.
I thought about it and…
Bollocks.
There was nothing.
I liked when she gave me shit and ran her smart mouth. Banter was one of my love languages.
I liked how passionate she was about romance and how she’d lit up when I told her I loved her favourite book.
I liked how she always thought about others. She’d come to this wedding knowing how painful it’d be, just because she wanted to make her brother happy.
One day I had seen her in the office packaging up books from her own personal collection to send to new bookstagrammers to help them grow their followings.
And on the plane, she gave a total stranger a book from her hand luggage, just because she saw them reading a romance novel and wanted to ‘share the love’.
Whether it was a library member, a flight attendant or a restaurant server, Sarah treated everyone with warmth and kindness.
She was unlike any other woman I’d ever met.
Sarah was special.
Dammit.
I was supposed to think of things about her to make my boner go down, but now I swear I’d just got harder.
This was going to be a very long night.
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SARAH
Daylight peeped through the curtains and my eyes flicked open.
Miracles do happen.
I’d actually managed to sleep.
Probably down to pure exhaustion, though.
My filthy imagination had a lot to answer for.
When I’d first tried to get to sleep, I’d joked that the chances of Ben asking me to climb on top of him were about equal to my chances of waking up a millionaire, but I swear that if I’d had a pound for every naughty thought I’d had about Ben, I’d be a billionaire right now.
But I’d done it. I’d survived being in the same bed as him. Nothing had happened like it did in my favourite books and I was very relieved about that.
