Page 37 of Always Beth
ChapterEleven
James
Nervous excitement swirls around the pit of my stomach and Beth’s silence is doing nothing to placate it. Bringing her here, having her in my space, staying in my home, is such an alien concept to me, but something inside makes me want it nevertheless.
The sound of my keys hitting the marble worktop echoes through the apartment, a stark reminder of the lack of soft furnishings this place has in comparison to the cottage.
‘Have a look around, make yourself at home.’ I gesture to the expanse of space in front of me and she glares at me wide-eyed and overwhelmed.
‘This isn’t what I was expecting.’
Her words weigh heavily on me. This is my life, my nine to five, my twenty-four seven, my three six five. The country life is an illusion, an exception due to the circumstances I currently find myself in. The man I am usually is not the sort of man Beth would be interested in.
‘What were you expecting?’ I step towards her cautiously, following her eyes as she scans the apartment.
‘Something a little homelier. This is a bachelor pad. It needs a woman’s touch.’
I can’t hide my smirk; Lauren’s been telling me this for years.
‘Maybe I haven’t found the right woman yet.’ My fingers graze up the length of her arm and her skin prickles under my touch. Dropping my head to her shoulder, I brush my lips against her neckline, causing her still against me. I close my eyes and breathe in her scent as all of the blood rushes straight to my dick. Is it too soon to take her to bed?
‘Beth…’
‘Oh my god,’ she whispers.
‘I know.’
‘I’ve always wanted one.’
Wait. What?
My eyes open as she pulls away from me towards the partially open door to my gym. I hurry to catch up and watch as she bounces around my Peloton with excitement.
‘Please can I use it, please?’
‘If you really want to, although I’d rather you used all your energy on me.’
Squealing with excitement, she pushes past me to collect her bags. I’d have been quite endeared to her reaction if it wasn’t for her complete dismissal of my sexual advances.
‘I’m going to get changed.’ She clutches her holdall and scurries towards the bedroom.
‘What now? You’re going to use it now?’
Trailing behind her, I resemble a lovesick puppy.
Dick. I’m no better than Dick right now.
‘Uh-huh!’
She turns, and the smile she flashes me melts my heart to the point where I know I can’t deny her for my own selfish desires. ‘Let me get all hot and sweaty and then after, if you’re lucky, I might let you join me in the shower.’
My softening dick hardens once more and my teeth clamp my lip in frustration.
Now that’s what I’m talking about.
‘Okay make it a quick session as I’m dying over here.’
She giggles as she passes me, freshly changed into something a little more workout worthy. I rub my brow in frustration. Ten minutes, we’ve been here ten minutes and she’s established herself already.
