Misbehaving
Ben’s fingers stroking her skin.
    “What else does the book say?”
    She lifted the book again and read.
    “It says, Spread the vaginal lips open with the fingertips. Lick the vagina from the base to the clitoris. Go slowly. Ask her to tell you what feels the best and focus most of your attention there .”
    “Good advice,” Ben said as he used his thumbs to spread her wet folds open wide. He dipped his head between her legs and licked her as the book instructed. Beatriz moaned as his tongue slid across her, up and down and up again. “You taste amazing,” he said.
    “You feel amazing.”
    He pushed his tongue in deeper. She felt it burrowing into her, and all she wanted to do was throw her legs wider and wider to welcome him.
    “What feels good?” Ben asked as his lips pressed a burning kiss into her entire clitoral region.
    “That,” she gasped. “Right there.”
    He ran his tongue around her clitoris in slow circles before sucking it between his lips. Beatriz searched for something to hold on to, something to grip to steady herself. She found nothing but Ben so she held on to him. Wrapping her hands around his wrists, she clung to him as his mouth did miraculous things to her. She wanted to beg for more, wanted to beg him to put his cock in her again, but she restrained herself. First of all, they were both slightly sore from all the sex. And second, she couldn’t believe how good he was at going down on her. She might have to put a note in her review that no matter how good a sex book was, it could never beat having a partner who knew what he was doing.
    And damn, Ben knew what he was doing.
    Ben slipped a hand between her legs and slid one finger inside her. He tickled her from the inside out and she squirmed with pleasure. He dug inside her until he found that one spot that always made her wince with ecstasy when touched.
    “Don’t stop,” she begged. “Keep doing that.”
    “Until my tongue falls off,” he said before kissing her again with renewed enthusiasm.
    Everything inside Beatriz started to tighten. Tighter…tighter…the pleasure was so acute it almost hurt. She felt the pleasure building like water against a dam, pleasure and pressure building. She put her hands on the side of the tub and lifted herself a few inches up, her body wanting, needing, to rise as waves of need washed over her.
    Finally the dam broke and with a loud cry she came hard in Ben’s mouth. The orgasm shook her whole body and dissipated slowly.

    Ben sat up on his knees and licked his lips. Beatriz leaned in and kissed him, tasting herself on his mouth.
    “I’ll return the favor whenever you want,” she said.
    “Are you going to blow me while holding a book in your hand?” he teased.
    “I don’t need the book for that.” She winked at him.
    “So this isn’t just about work then?” he asked, the smile gone from his face.
    The earnestness of the question and the look on his face caught her off guard. Now she had to answer. Was this about more than the book review? Or was this just a week of sex before parting ways again?
    “Work,” she said. “I just meant…you know, I already read that chapter,” she lied.
    “Oh,” Ben said. “Got it.” He lay back in the water and scrubbed his face and hair.
    It was just work, right? Beatriz thought. This couldn’t go anywhere. They lived on opposite coasts. Just thinking about this being more than work was pointless. She put it out of her mind. This was sex. This was work.
    Nothing more.

Chapter Seven
    Ben woke up in a strange bed. But it was the wrong strange bed. At least it wasn’t the strange bed he’d been hoping to wake up in this morning. Last night after their bath he’d dallied in Beatriz’s room, talking until she started yawning in the hopes she’d invite him to sleep with her. He was on West Coast time so her midnight was only his nine o’clock. Still, he would have willed himself to sleep at such an ungodly early hour for the privilege of

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