him, thinking about all the things we'd done tonight and trying not to squirm. Wonderful. That didn't sound like torture at all. Maybe I should just stay over and work out with him in the morning because it would be less painful.
"That won't be weird, right?" Ben asked me.
"Of course not," I insisted. "It's not like I'm going to have a big red A stamped on my forehead."
"If you're not married, then why would you have an A for adulteress?"
I scowled at him. "Way to get technical there. You know what I meant."
Ben grinned. "Accuracy is important."
"Blah, blah, blah."
He kissed me. "Excellent use of your words."
"Speaking of words, one more and I get dressed and leave."
Ben rolled over on top of me, pinning me to the bed. "And how are you going to do that?" He tilted his head as he considered me. "Maybe I should hold you hostage until you tell me what your tattoo means."
His face was only a few inches from mine and he was laughing at my puny struggles to escape. Until I licked the tip of his nose.
"Ugh," he said, pulling his head back. "Really?"
Now, it was my turn to laugh. Until he wiped his nose and stared down at me, retribution in his eyes.
"Don't even think about it," I said.
He only grinned, but it was pure evil.
Oh, shit. I poked him in the ribs and scuttled off the bed when he reared back to escape my fingers.
"You're in trouble now," he said, chasing after me.
I barely managed three steps because I was laughing so hard before he grabbed me and pressed me into the wall. I guffawed and tried to twist free, but he had a good grip on me.
"Don't!" I cried, kicking and yanking at his arm around my waist.
We were both laughing and shaking. I kept trying to break free and he kept finding another way to hold me.
"Uncle! Uncle!" I yelped as his hand skimmed my ribs, sending me into a giggling fit.
"Oh, ticklish there, huh?" he asked.
"Ben Murphy, I will Photoshop a picture of you with a goat, write a caption professing your unnatural love for barn animals, and share it far and wide if you don't let me go right now!"
He hummed beneath his breath. "I don't know. Might be worth it. Especially when I finally get the story about your ink." His hands moved over my ribs again, on both sides this time and he tickled me without mercy.
"Gah! Ack! Stop! Stop!" I shrieked as I struggled in his hold. It wasn't until my knee came perilously close to his naked genitals that he relented.
"Whoa, whoa. No need for that sort of behavior," he said.
"It was an accident," I said, panting. And it was, though I wouldn't have felt too badly about it if I'd caught him with my knee. Okay, maybe a little bad. "But you would have deserved it if it wasn't."
I didn't mean it, not at all, but he didn't need to know that.
"Vicious woman," he commented, giving me a quick kiss. Obviously, he wasn't fooled by my cold words.
His hand trailed up my abdomen to my breasts and I wiggled against him. I was definitely interested in another round, but I needed a break.
"I thought we were going to eat and watch a movie," I said, letting my head fall back so I could look up at him. He was so much taller than me that I could almost accomplish it.
Ben laughed and released me. "I didn't say anything about eating."
Probably because he'd done that earlier. I shivered at the memory. "Well, I did. I didn't get to eat dinner because someone didn't have it ready when I got here."
He shook his head and I walked over to the pile of clothes on the floor, fishing around until I came up with my ginormous t-shirt. It was loose and came down to mid-thigh. And it was the softest piece of clothing I owned.
Perfect. I would be adequately covered and comfortable.
When I straightened to slip it over my head, I squeaked and jumped back. Ben stood inches away.
"You don't have to get dressed," he said.
"Oh, yes, I do."
His hands came to my waist. "No one will be here to see."
"It's not that. I don't know you all that well, but I do know enough to understand that you won't keep your hands to yourself if I parade around you naked."
He grinned and released me. "Good point."
"But you can feel free to stay naked, if you