Page 67 of Let's Call a Truce
“I was focused on getting Paris’s stuff together and I must have forgotten them. God, even when they aren’t here, kids are the biggest cockblocker.”
I couldn’t stop the laugh that burst out of me, thinking back to the times my kids had interrupted something. I had too much experience with it and refused to be denied tonight.
“I’m on birth control and have been tested since the last person I slept with. I’m safe. Are you?”
Ben raised his eyebrows at me. “I am. Are you sure?” His eyes were cautious, and a wave of self-consciousness struck me.
“If you don’t want to, I totally get it. There are plenty of other things we can do until we get back to Florida. I mean, not even until we get home. They sell condoms in Boston, right? We could get some tomorrow or something, or…”
“No, Juliana. Trust me, I want to.” He let out a shuddering breath, placing his hands on either side of my face. “But I don’t want you to feel pressured because I messed up.”
“I don’t. Now please get over here.”
I ran a hand through the side of his hair and down his neck. His eyes still held a trace of conflict, so I took control, pushing him onto his back and straddling him. We both sighed as mywetness brushed against his erection. I lifted myself up, pressing him to my entrance as I slowly lowered myself down. His hands gripped my hips, lifting me before pulling me back down, meeting me with a hard thrust up.
Holy shit.
We both moaned as he buried himself in me to the hilt, reeling at the feeling of being together with nothing between us.
We kept up a steady rhythm, pressure building in my core even as my thighs burned. Our eyes locked, and I was lost. Lost to the sensation of our bodies. Lost to the affection in his eyes. Lost to the way my heart expanded. The sex before had been mind-blowing. The sex now was life-altering, dreams of what we could be together swimming in our eyes.
Ben pulled my body down, taking a nipple into his mouth without stopping our movements. He lightly clamped it between his teeth, and I clenched around him, my body shaking as my orgasm rocked through me.
“God, Juliana. You are fucking incredible.”
Without breaking us apart, Ben rolled us so he settled on top of me. He attacked my neck with his tongue and teeth as he drove inside of me. His hips rolled, pushing against my clit with each thrust, and I found that pressure growing inside of me again.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” The truth of the words seeped into my bones. I’d been his through every argument or sly glance across the office. Ben groaned at my words, his pace picking up.
“I’m close, baby, but I want you to come for me again.”
As if he could control me with his words, I was thrown over the edge again, my head falling back as I screamed.
“There is nothing sexier than seeing you come undone.” He slammed roughly into me, gripping my thigh and hiking it over his hip, somehow going even deeper.
He groaned as he found his own release, and a third orgasmripped through my body as he spilled himself deep inside of me. Ben dropped his head into the crook of my neck, breathing hard and pressing soft kisses along my shoulder.
I tried to catch my breath. “That was amazing.”
“You’re perfect.” I could hear the smile in his voice as he mumbled into my hair.
He rolled, draping me over his chest and running his fingertips along my back. I pressed a kiss to the center of his chest before sliding off the bed to head into the bathroom.
But the second I was away from him—from his warmth and affection and reassurance—the doubt started to set in.
The doubts weren’t abouthim,but my mind couldn’t stop running through the complications we faced. How would my kids react? Would they think I was trying to replace their father? Would people at work think I only got the CRO position because I was sleeping with another executive team member? And what would happen if we broke up and our kids and everyone at work knew?
Ben was still in bed when I came back, propped on his elbows and going for an air of nonchalance he was nowhere even close to nailing. “Are you leaving?”
I crawled back across the bed to him, and his body visibly relaxed.
“My legs are barely functional, so unless you want to carry me back to my room, you’re stuck with me.”
Ben laughed and turned on his side, tucking my back to his front. He pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder. I relaxed into him, trying to focus on his body against mine rather than the doubts.
I wanted this. Joking and laughing with him, the way our bodies came together, his arms around me. It all felt right. I had to find a way to deal with these fears, because staying away from Ben wasn’t an option anymore.
