Chapter Ten
Bryn
Two years ago
Mornings in Benny’s apartment were the best.
He usually made me coffee before he left. He opened the shop every day; I usually went in later. I liked working nights better. They were a little busier, with some more exciting clients.
Although I hated when the bikers came in.
Benny always handled them, though, or Bradley, if Benny was working on someone else.
He really understood me, what I needed.
But it was Sunday, and while he’d still made coffee, he was here. He’d been doing some chores—even though I stayed over a lot, Benny insisted on handling his own laundry and cleaning.
I heard him approaching the couch, but I didn’t look up from my sketchbook. It was still early, and I wasn’t done with my morning ritual yet.
But then his lips touched the back of my neck.
God, he knew how to get me going.
I closed my eyes, lifting my marker from the paper. “Benny…”
“Hm?”
“That’s nice.”
He leaned over the back of the couch, draping his arms around my shoulders.
I wondered if he knew how crazy about him I really was.
He kissed the back of my neck again. I couldn’t help but whimper, and I set my sketchbook on the coffee table.
“Mm,” he said, “I must be good if you’re willing to stop drawing.”
“Quit talking.” I smiled, though.
Slowly, I rocked my hips.
It wasn’t much, just enough to give me a little friction, right up against my clit.
It wasn’t as good as Benny’s fingers, but it was a start.
“Love when you do that.” His breath was hot on my neck. “You look so sexy.”
I shifted, rising up on my knees and turning on the couch. Benny met me there, kissing me hard.
I slid both hands under his shirt, lifting it up. Benny pulled it over his head and dropped it to the floor.
He was already getting hard in his pajama pants.
I groaned in anticipation.
He bent forward and wrapped his arms around me. I let him lift me up, over the back of the couch, and put me down on my feet in front of him.
I immediately pulled the tie of his pajama pants loose.
