working for Dad, and then later started working with me. Short of recently when I’ve made her moan in ecstasy, I’m not sure anyone has done anything for her without considering what they might get in return. It’s vexing.
“This is your opportunity to allow yourself to be treated the way a woman should be treated,” I explain. “So far you’ve taken care of everyone else. It’s time to let someone take care of you.”
“That’s not necessary.” She shakes her head, her smile soft. Like she’s suddenly uncomfortable with the idea of me doing things for her. And to her.
“Necessary has nothing to do with it.” I stand from her desk. “The hotel room and travel are sorted. Got it?”
She sighs, a sound of capitulation. “Got it.”
For years she has been a busy “mom” to her brothers and a busy worker bee for Dad and me. It’s her turn to be served. I’m going to gift her what she’s been missing. Explosive, carefree sex with someone she can trust.
Just as soon as she grants me access.
“Are we still on for a run?” I ask.
She glances at the clock on the wall. “Wow, is it that late already? I was in a zone.”
“It’s okay if you want to postpone.”
“Actually, I may cancel. I have to finish up something today. Why don’t you go to the gym instead? We can run tomorrow.”
I picture her running in front of me, her tight ass in short shorts, her smooth, strong legs… My general stands up and salutes. Shit. This is torture. I have to work with her another few days before we go to Florida. Before we “seal the deal.” I’m not taking her virginity in my bed. We need neutral territory for her first time.
“Gym. Got it.” Hands hiding a certain swelling part of me, I dip my head to indicate I’ll be in the basement.
Forty minutes later, I’m done with my HIIT workout but my erection rages on. I’m lying, back to the floor on the mat, all but one “muscle” complete mush. I manage to push myself up and limp into the cavernous open shower. I also have a sauna, but I don’t need heat right now. I spin the knob to cold.
Stepping under the spray, I quickly determine that a cold shower, while effective, isn’t the most pleasant way to handle my problem. I warm up the water, hissing through my teeth as my skin goes from chilled to warm, and then I grip my cock and begin to stroke.
Cris
I wasn’t planning on a late night, but since we’re going to spend the upcoming weekend in Florida at the event by Heart-to-Teen, I have extra tasks on my burgeoning to-do list.
Since Benji informed me we’ll be sharing a room he booked, I’ve been unable to chase a single coherent thought to its end. I’ve mostly been imagining what it’ll be like to have his undivided attention, to be the center of his world. To sleep in a bed next to his hot, naked flesh.
Shiver.
He’s making every one of my fantasies come true. I know I should be cautious, but honestly, I would rather lean all the way into what he’s offering. I can draw the necessary boundaries when we’re back from the trip.
As much as I adore him, I am aware that “forever” and Benjamin Owen don’t mix. He’s a busy workaholic with a focus on financial wizardry. I’m the woman he hired to make sure he takes his vitamins and remembers to exercise his (incredibly fine) body. I’m also his friend. As his friend, I’d never ask him for more than he’s willing to commit.
As fun as our little excursion has been and probably will be, once I bequeath my virginity to him—I’d be insane to say no—he’ll cease seeing me as a dating option. New rules will have to be made. My duty is to take what I want, but not to involve my feelings. I can’t take another gut-punch scenario like the morning I spotted him hugging Trish at Grand Marin.
No matter what, I have to let Benji be Benji. He grows tired of every woman he dates—I’ve watched it happen from both afar and up close—and I won’t be an exception. Hell, his laissez-faire attitude toward commitment was one of the foundations on which we built this agreement.
I walk into the kitchen, notice his water bottle on the counter, and shake my head. I know he’s done a hard workout because he’s been down there for nearly