there was something
keeping her from doing that. Maybe it was her guilt. There was just no way she could do anything against this guy, not even turn her
face at his less than stellar breath. She’d played a part in this, even if she
hadn’t meant to.
Hazel considered
calling a cab to come haul him off and let the grown man lying before her
figure out where he should be and how to move on. Instead, she scooted on her
knees closer to the futon frame and leaned down. She watched his mouth, taking
it more seriously now that he wasn’t drunkenly and mistakenly fumbling around
with bad balance and a kiss. His lips let in and pushed out short gusts of air.
Fixated on how his bottom lip was fuller than the top, tempted, she leaned into
him and after holding back and giving it a second thought, gently gave him a
kiss. “I’m sorry for you, Ben. Happy birthday,” she said quietly.
Ben rolled
toward her, causing his shirt to hike up on the end and expose his stomach. A
sexy, fine trail of dark hair reminded her he was a living, breathing man, not
just fantasy, but he stayed curled up on his side. He looked so vulnerable this
way. Seeing him like that gave her an idea of how she could right the wrong
that had been done to him tonight.
She quietly got
up and went to Mark’s desk and pulled out some paper and pen, thinking about
her fantasies for inspiration.
Ben-
Thanks
for such a wonderful night. It was amazing. You were amazing.
Take
care,
H
Wondering what a
night like that might have actually been like with him, she felt her fingers
touch her lips, still caught up in how nice and soft his had felt. Her body
began to respond and she’d have liked to give in to it. The
tender throbbing coming from between her legs, the swelling of those lips as
she pictured his long fingers touching her. Would her wetness be
pleasing and help him delve deeper inside, exploring what she wanted so badly
to give to another? Would a man like Ben enjoy her taste? She forced herself to
stop again and squeezed her thighs together until some of the ache went away.
The truth was, she’d never know.
And then she
made her way to the door, hovering there and vowing never to get herself in
another situation like this again.
The unexpected
and strong connection scared the hell out of her.
He’d be fine.
She’d done what
she could to boost his ego back up. She prayed the note would be enough. That
he’d go back to his crowd, feeling good about the mind-blowing night he’d spent
with her, or so he would think, and find someone kinder than Erby Wells the next time.
From the
doorway, she looked at the clock on the wall. It was closing in on one in the
morning. Mark would be back to open things up for the coffee crowd by six. She
should stick it out in Mark’s desk chair for a few more hours, just to be sure nothing bad happened to Ben. Quietly, she tiptoed back to the
desk. Her next note was to Mark, explaining that she was taking him up on his
offer for one of those days off. She just couldn’t be here when Ben woke up.
Moving as
carefully as she could, she got up and tucked Ben’s note into his front shirt
pocket before returning to the chair. That space between his chest and knees
and the back of the futon carved out so perfectly for the shape of a woman nearly
shattered her resolve.
Life was on to
her, knowing the truth when she couldn’t admit it.
She needed
someone.
Was that why
their paths had crossed?
A rumble of cold
sweat broke through her pores and sickened her stomach. Life had sent her Jay.
Their paths had crossed, too. Their love had been beautiful. Until it hadn’t
been enough and she just couldn’t go through that again.
Chapter
Five
Ben woke up
wishing he’d drunk a half dozen less Jack and Cokes last night. His tummy
rumbled, reminding him it was empty and he was ready to eat since at some point
during the night, he’d thrown up his dinner nachos.
The evidence was
all over the floor.
Crap, the guys
would
keeping her from doing that. Maybe it was her guilt. There was just no way she could do anything against this guy, not even turn her
face at his less than stellar breath. She’d played a part in this, even if she
hadn’t meant to.
Hazel considered
calling a cab to come haul him off and let the grown man lying before her
figure out where he should be and how to move on. Instead, she scooted on her
knees closer to the futon frame and leaned down. She watched his mouth, taking
it more seriously now that he wasn’t drunkenly and mistakenly fumbling around
with bad balance and a kiss. His lips let in and pushed out short gusts of air.
Fixated on how his bottom lip was fuller than the top, tempted, she leaned into
him and after holding back and giving it a second thought, gently gave him a
kiss. “I’m sorry for you, Ben. Happy birthday,” she said quietly.
Ben rolled
toward her, causing his shirt to hike up on the end and expose his stomach. A
sexy, fine trail of dark hair reminded her he was a living, breathing man, not
just fantasy, but he stayed curled up on his side. He looked so vulnerable this
way. Seeing him like that gave her an idea of how she could right the wrong
that had been done to him tonight.
She quietly got
up and went to Mark’s desk and pulled out some paper and pen, thinking about
her fantasies for inspiration.
Ben-
Thanks
for such a wonderful night. It was amazing. You were amazing.
Take
care,
H
Wondering what a
night like that might have actually been like with him, she felt her fingers
touch her lips, still caught up in how nice and soft his had felt. Her body
began to respond and she’d have liked to give in to it. The
tender throbbing coming from between her legs, the swelling of those lips as
she pictured his long fingers touching her. Would her wetness be
pleasing and help him delve deeper inside, exploring what she wanted so badly
to give to another? Would a man like Ben enjoy her taste? She forced herself to
stop again and squeezed her thighs together until some of the ache went away.
The truth was, she’d never know.
And then she
made her way to the door, hovering there and vowing never to get herself in
another situation like this again.
The unexpected
and strong connection scared the hell out of her.
He’d be fine.
She’d done what
she could to boost his ego back up. She prayed the note would be enough. That
he’d go back to his crowd, feeling good about the mind-blowing night he’d spent
with her, or so he would think, and find someone kinder than Erby Wells the next time.
From the
doorway, she looked at the clock on the wall. It was closing in on one in the
morning. Mark would be back to open things up for the coffee crowd by six. She
should stick it out in Mark’s desk chair for a few more hours, just to be sure nothing bad happened to Ben. Quietly, she tiptoed back to the
desk. Her next note was to Mark, explaining that she was taking him up on his
offer for one of those days off. She just couldn’t be here when Ben woke up.
Moving as
carefully as she could, she got up and tucked Ben’s note into his front shirt
pocket before returning to the chair. That space between his chest and knees
and the back of the futon carved out so perfectly for the shape of a woman nearly
shattered her resolve.
Life was on to
her, knowing the truth when she couldn’t admit it.
She needed
someone.
Was that why
their paths had crossed?
A rumble of cold
sweat broke through her pores and sickened her stomach. Life had sent her Jay.
Their paths had crossed, too. Their love had been beautiful. Until it hadn’t
been enough and she just couldn’t go through that again.
Chapter
Five
Ben woke up
wishing he’d drunk a half dozen less Jack and Cokes last night. His tummy
rumbled, reminding him it was empty and he was ready to eat since at some point
during the night, he’d thrown up his dinner nachos.
The evidence was
all over the floor.
Crap, the guys
would
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