I pushed myself up and away, or at least I tried to, before a large, warm hand closed around each of my wrists to keep me where I was. He’d been pretending to sleep, then. Probably trying to save me the embarrassment of knowingheknew I’d just humped myself awake on his thigh. His dick was stiff and hot against my hip.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, trying to pull away again, embarrassment demanding retreat.
“No. Don’t go.” His voice was deeper first thing in the morning. It didn’t help with my hardness still pressed against him. I pulled my hips up. His thigh followed. Warm pressure returned. I groaned.
“Benny,” I hummed.
“Harper,” he responded. “Why are you tryin’ to leave?”
“I have to go to work.”
He groaned. “But it’s Saturday.”
“And?”
“And it should be illegal to work Saturdays.”
The corner of my lips pulled up in a smile. “Not for me, pup.”
The nickname slipped out naturally, and his cheeks darkened with it. His eyes too, paired with a sudden dampness, blinked away as quickly as it appeared. Maybe I didn’t have the right to call him that anymore.
“I wanna kiss you,” he whispered.
“I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”
“Don’t care.”
“Then you’re gross,” I teased.
Benny rolled his eyes. His hands around my wrists pulled them up, causing me to lose my balance. My chest landed on his,then he wrapped his arms around my waist and rolled us onto our sides.
“Then let me kiss somethin’ else,” he mumbled as he shuffled down beside me until his lips were level with my neck.
I couldn’t help the way my head tilted to give him better access as warm, soft kisses trailed over the sensitive area, gentle flutters of his lips exploring the skin over my throat.
“Ineedto go to work,” I breathed. Reminding him. Reminding myself. Even though my fingers were threading through short strands of hair to keep him to me.
“Work from bed.” His voice vibrated against my skin, sending more sparks of pleasure and anticipation to an area I didn’t have the time to focus on right now.
I hadn’tspecificallybeen told I had to work from the office. It was just assumed. Which meant I wouldn’ttechnicallybe slacking off… even if I took a little longer before I logged on from home.
Benny’s lips continued their silent encouragement, and staying in bed was getting more appealing by the moment.
“I need to work,” I sighed. “I made one of my teams work this weekend.” It was a weak excuse, but I was obligated to provide it. The team probably wouldn’t see me the entire day, even if I went into the office. It wasn’t like I worked in the lab with them, or they came up to my office just to check in.
“I know. Rachel was complainin’ about it at dinner.”
I stiffened.
Benny noticed, pulling back to look at me. “I mean, like, she wasn’t complainin’ about you specifically… much. She just likes to complain. It’s not really personal, I promise.”
“Did…” I swallowed. “Did you tell her?”
“No,” he answered quickly. “No, I promise. I haven’t told anyone about you… about us. I knew you didn’t want me to.”
I let out a breath, relaxing back into the mattress again. The thought of someone—especially one of my employees who had just as frequent contact with my father as me—knowing about this made my stomach twist and my heart thump in warning.
“You really didn’t tell anyone?” I asked as I ran my fingers through his hair.
