Chapter 57 Sarah
SARAH
It happened again.
Shit.
Twice.
I didn’t mean to, but the connection between us was just so strong that neither of us could resist.
Once we’d finished eating, we’d chatted about the book and I’d made the mistake of asking him about his favourite scenes. Then, next thing I knew, he was bending me over the sofa.
And it was so good.
In my defence, it’d given me some great inspiration for a chapter in my book, so now that I thought about it, I was just doing important research.
I’d said I was going to shower and Ben asked if he could join me. Then, whoops, his dick accidentally slid inside me again.
Once we’d finished that round, I saw that Ben was getting hard again, which was when I banished him from the bathroom (probably a bit cheeky seeing as it was his place, not mine, but I really needed to get some words down tonight. I wanted to strike whilst the inspiration was hot).
It was really sweet of Ben to suggest that I go straight home to write, but when I’d said coming over to his would be good for me, I wasn’t joking.
Ben was the reason I felt so inspired.
I was able to write a shitload of words last night and in the early hours of this morning because I was thinking about him.
My main male character was inspired by all of his green flags and big dick energy.
Ben was my muse. And having that made everything so much easier.
Once I’d dried off, I wrapped the towel around me, then went back into the open-plan area of the flat. Ben was on the bed and he patted the space beside him.
‘Me sitting half-naked on your bed is dangerous,’ I said.
‘You’re perfectly safe. Here.’ He pointed to a T-shirt resting on the bed. ‘Put this on. And I brought your laptop over here too, so you can write. I promise, no distractions.’
My stomach fluttered at his thoughtfulness.
‘You don’t mind?’
‘Course not. I want you to write. It’s great that you’re pursuing your dream.’
‘Thanks,’ I said, walking to the bed and pulling the T-shirt over my head before removing the towel from underneath it.
I knew it was silly acting coy around Ben considering I’d literally just had my naked arse in his face, but I was trying to avoid either of us getting tempted.
‘What about you?’ I asked. ‘What are your dreams?’ I sat on the bed beside him, genuinely interested to know the answer.
‘I don’t have any. Not anymore. I kind of just go with the flow.
I learnt it’s best not to make plans, that way you don’t get disappointed.
’ His face fell and I sensed there was some kind of pain behind his words, but I wasn’t sure whether it was my place to ask.
‘Anyway, young lady. Stop procrastinating. Get your fingers on that keyboard and type!’
‘What will you do?’
‘I’ll sit beside you and read. Don’t worry, I know that my willpower was horrendous earlier, but I will endeavour not to let it happen again. I suppose after tonight we should stop this thing we’ve got going on, right?’
‘What?’ I gasped. ‘No way!’
‘You’re not falling for me, are you, Jeffries?’ He smirked.
‘No, course not!’ I scoffed. I wasn’t convinced that was the truth, but there was no way I could tell him that. ‘You’re just proving to be very useful, that’s all.’
‘Useful?’ He cocked a curious brow. ‘What? For giving you orgasms?’
‘Yeah, that too!’ I laughed. ‘But I meant with my writing.’
‘Glad to be of service, although I’m not quite sure how.’
‘Before I was finding writing difficult. It was like getting blood out of a stone. But ever since you…’ I dropped my gaze between his legs. ‘Since you…’
‘Since I waved my magic wand?’ he said smugly.
‘Okay, yeah. Ever since you waved your magic wand, I’ve been feeling more… inspired. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve been kind of using you as inspiration for the hero in my book.’ I waited to see if he’d object. He didn’t.
‘I’m flattered.’ He smiled.
Phew.
‘So, I just need to continue enjoying your magic dong for a bit longer. Until I finish the book.’ Ben’s eyes popped.
‘Don’t worry! The writing guide I’m following is a thirty-day challenge.
Obviously, it’ll take months to have a proper completed novel.
But it says that if I use their method, I’ll have a full outline and the makings of an entire book.
I just need to use your body for another month, then you’ll be released from your duties as my sexual muse. Deal?’
‘Goodness, however will I cope with having to fuck you repeatedly for an entire month? That sounds absolutely abhorrent.’ Ben sighed, fighting the smile that was tugging on his lips.
‘Well, it’s going to be very difficult to have to continue such suffering, but I’ve never been one to shy away from a challenge, so I suppose I could do it on one condition. ’
‘What’s that?’
‘If you agree to call me Saint Ben from now on, we’ll call it even.’
‘Not a chance!’ I chuckled. ‘We both know that you’ll BEN-efit from this arrangement too. See what I did there?’
‘Very funny, Jeffries. Now come on. I really must insist that you write. Not just because I want you to make progress on your book, but also because I’ve got a sequel to read.’
‘You’ve got it already?’
‘Of course! I had to find out what happened next.’
‘Say no more!’ I picked up my laptop, propped it on my knees, then opened it up. A few keys looked like they were about to fall off, but I couldn’t afford to buy a new computer right now. ‘I can’t stand in the way of a devoted romance reader getting their next bookish fix.’
‘Thank you!’
Ben picked up the book that I just noticed was on his bedside table, then started reading.
I began typing and although I was immersed in my fictional world, I loved the fact that Ben was curled up beside me. And every time he chuckled at something in the book, my heart swelled and a satisfied grin spread across my face.
I loved that he was enjoying the novel. But I also loved the fact that we were both sitting here, so relaxed in each other’s company.
We were doing our own thing, but we were still together.
It was something so simple, yet special.
I’d even go as far as saying that it was intimate.
There was no pressure to talk to fill the silence or do anything other than be ourselves. None of the guys I’d dated before would’ve offered to sit with me whilst I wrote or actively encouraged me to do that. Especially whilst they were reading one of my favourite novels.
Ben and I sat like that for hours. Him reading. Me typing, until eventually neither of us could keep our eyes open.
‘Should we call it a night?’ he asked.
‘Yeah.’ I closed my laptop, then reluctantly got out of bed. Although it’d take me less than five minutes to get home, I really didn’t want to go back to the B&B.
I wanted to stay here. With Ben.
But I’d already overstayed my welcome. The deal was that we kept sleeping together for inspo. We’d had sex and we’d be too tired to do it again tonight or in the morning, so he’d see no reason for me to stay.
‘Where are you going?’ He frowned.
‘I… I thought I should go back to the B&B,’ I said.
‘Don’t go,’ he said. ‘No funny business, just… it’d be nice if you… I’d like you to stay.’
My stomach somersaulted.
‘Oh, okay!’ I said, resting my laptop on the bedside table.
I lay down just as Ben turned off the light. I expected him to shift to the opposite side of the bed, but instead he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close before kissing my forehead.
‘Goodnight, Sarah,’ he whispered.
‘Night, Ben,’ I replied before I drifted off to sleep.