CHAPTERTWENTY
Ben
I spend the next few hours in my office, making calls and responding to emails.
It’s light work, but there’s a pit in my gut, nasty and dark and making me feel like the lowest piece of filth who’s ever lived.
Alex smiled and talked in a friendly way as I diverted the conversation to business. He didn’t even ask why I requested that we meet here, at my apartment, instead of the office or one of our gyms.
He trusts me. We’ve spent years building that trust.
But my mood can’t help but shift when I think of my Becca bee. We failed in telling her brother, but that doesn’t change how obsessed I am, how hungrily I need her.
It only hammers it home more.
If I still want her now, after we’ve continually failed to do the right thing, how will I stop?
I gave her my credit card and told her to go into town and buy herself some clothes. She’s still wearing what I picked her up in last night…
Which is no problem for me.
I like her sweaty clothes sticking to her curvy body, hugging her tempting breasts. I can still taste her nipples, feel how firm they got in my mouth, how excited and ready they were.
Squeezing onto the desk and leaning back, I repeat the mantra in my mind. It’s the same one I’ve been repeating all day, any time thoughts of last night return to me, tempting me.
We can’t have sex until we’ve told Alex.
I know it’s true, and yet my body is raging, my heart hammering, my manhood ready.
When she returns, how am I going to resist?
Do I even want to resist?
* * *
I stand at the end of the hallway, watching Becca without her knowing I’m here. There’s something so incredible about seeing her like this. It’s as though she’s already moved in and all our problems are behind us.
She’s carrying shopping bags in one hand and groceries in the other. Knocking the door closed with her elbow, she walks through the apartment, her new dress swishing around her delectable ass.
I swallow, trying to push away the hot fire, the impulse telling me to rush up behind her and push her dress up, revealing her ass and…
Walking into the kitchen, I warn myself to calm down.
It’s the time apart from her. It’s only been a few hours, but it feels like days.
“Let me help.” I take a few bags from her, carrying them the rest of the way.
“Thank you.” She huffs as she places the rest down, turning to me, her forehead a little sweaty, her cheeks that irresistible shade of red. “What, Ben? Why are you looking at me like that?”
I move closer, the sun shining in through the tall windows behind her. She’s framed by it, highlighting the shape of her body, her silhouette emphasizing her curves. Her hips scream out for my hands, the rest of her doing the same.
Snapping my hands out, I grab her hips, pulling her up close to me.
She gasps in her just-Becca shocked way. It has my manhood inflamed immediately, my end bulging, everything else forgotten except for the closeness of her body.
“I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for you,” I say, leaning down to look directly into her eyes. “I know we have to be good. But hell, Becca bee, resisting you feels impossible.”
“I know.” Her fingers are on my shoulders, clawing around to my neck, as she stares up. “But it’s like you said. We have to be good. We can’t….”