Chapter 37 Sarah
SARAH
Daylight peeped through the curtains and my eyes flicked open.
Miracles do happen.
I’d actually managed to sleep.
Probably down to pure exhaustion, though.
My filthy imagination had a lot to answer for.
When I’d first tried to get to sleep, I’d joked that the chances of Ben asking me to climb on top of him were about equal to my chances of waking up a millionaire, but I swear that if I’d had a pound for every naughty thought I’d had about Ben, I’d be a billionaire right now.
But I’d done it. I’d survived being in the same bed as him. Nothing had happened like it did in my favourite books and I was very relieved about that.
‘Er, Sarah? Are you awake?’ Ben said gently and hearing his deep, gravelly voice sent another shock wave straight to my core.
‘Yeah,’ I croaked.
‘Well, then, I wondered if you’d mind moving your hand? I need to go to the bathroom, but I didn’t want to wake you.’
‘My hand?’ I frowned, then looked down.
When I saw my palm casually resting on his rock-hard abs, I yanked it away.
‘Shit!’ I gasped. ‘I’m so sorry! I don’t know how that got there. I…’
‘Don’t worry. It’s fine.’
‘I suppose it could’ve been worse! Thank God I didn’t have my hand on your dick!’ I laughed, then winced. ‘Sorry, that was totally inappropriate.’
‘Actually,’ he smirked, ‘you kind of did…’
‘Wait.’ I attempted to swallow the lump of concrete that had suddenly formed in my throat. ‘I had my hand on your…?’
Ben nodded as a devilish smile spread across his face.
‘Ah! Good one!’ Relief washed over me. ‘You almost got me there! Very funny.’
‘I’m going to… I need to go to the bathroom,’ Ben said without responding to my comment.
He was joking, right?
I didn’t really have my hand on his cock, did I?
Please God, tell me I didn’t!
‘Er …’ He gripped the covers that were resting on his waist. ‘Like I said, I need to get up now, so you might want to look away…’
‘Look away?’ My face crumpled. ‘Why?’
‘Because… I have a little morning wood situation and I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.’
‘Ohhhh…’ I nodded, thinking how much I’d love to get a glimpse of his wood. ‘It’s okay. I won’t get offended. It’s normal, right?’
‘Yeah. Happens all the time. So… I’m gonna…’
‘Sure, go for it,’ I said, turning my head slightly to the side but fighting the urge to take a little teeny, weeny peek at him from the corner of my eye.
Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look!
Dammit, I looked and…
Fucking hell.
Ben said he had a little morning wood situation. But from the enormous boner poking through his boxers, he had a whole bloody forest in there.
Forget calling him Big Ben. I should call him Woody McGiant Stiffy.
The size of that thing.
‘Thought you weren’t going to look, Jeffries,’ Ben called out as he continued walking to the bathroom, giving me a delicious view of his firm arse.
‘I didn’t!’ I lied.
‘Yeah, right. Careful.’ He stopped and turned around, giving me a full view of his glorious bare chest and the ginormous redwood tree poking out of his boxers.
‘If you keep ogling me like that, I might start thinking you’re attracted to me.
’ A devilish smile spread across his lips before he turned away, then disappeared into the bathroom.
Fuck.
‘Oh, but I am,’ I whispered as he closed the door. ‘I am very, extremely, insanely attracted to you, Ben.’
If only he knew…
Better still, if only the feeling was mutual…