Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-seven
Ben
I was digging the hell out of dating Mazzy. She probably thought I was easy, and hell, around her, I was—and always would be. Especially now that I could smack my lips and taste her with the clear mental snapshot of her pretty pussy in my head.
It was all her fault I was sitting across from her, my dick wide awake and twitchy, while she ate her sandwich. She didn’t have to be so sexy, did she? She chose that life, and she had to deal with the consequences: namely me, needing to eat her out at every opportunity.
“Stop it,” she mumbled behind her napkin. “I don’t have time for the look you’re giving me.”
“You’re pretty.”
She swallowed hard, the apples of her cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink. “Thank you, Benny.”
“You’re welcome.” Resting my chin on my fist, I raised a brow. “Were you going to mention how ruggedly handsome I am?”
She paused mid-bite to let out a laugh. “Really, you have to stop. You’re going to make me choke.”
I cocked my head. “Is that a no? You’re not attracted to me, not even a little bit?”
Dropping her sandwich, she got up from her seat and circled the table. When she reached me, she hitched her dress up her thighs and climbed onto my lap, straddling my legs. Taking my hand in hers, she brought it between her legs to the heat at her core, pressing my palm firmly against her.
I stopped breathing, and her mouth turned into a devilish little grin.
“No, Ben, I’m not attracted to you—not even a little bit.
” She leaned forward, her nose brushing mine.
“I think you have to be the sexiest, hottest man I’ve ever seen up close.
Ever since you kissed me last week, it’s been difficult to keep you out of my mind.
I’m trying really hard to be good, eat the delicious lunch you provided for me, and keep my hands to myself so I can go back to work and pretend I’m a functioning adult when all I want to do is take out your stupidly big cock and ride it. ”
She kissed my nose. “Plus, you’re really cute.”
“Devil,” I muttered. It was all my misfiring brain could come up with. What was she doing—trying to kill me? My heart was beating so damn fast, the chances of it exploding were high.
And Jesus Christ, I couldn’t get my lungs to work. Air sat useless in my chest, my entire respiratory system giving up the ghost the second she’d said “ride it.”
My body didn’t know whether to shudder, buck, pray, or die happy.
I had not expected that from her. Not the words. Not the heat in her voice. And definitely not the way she guided my hand exactly where she wanted it, like she had full ownership.
And she absolutely did.
I wasn’t just turned on, though. I wasn’t just shocked.I was gone.
A man dangling over the edge with nothing to grab but her. And she was smiling like she’d pushed me on purpose.
I liked that. I liked it a lot. My Mazzy Belle was a little minx.
My instincts screamed to haul her closer, flip her onto the table, and make good on every filthy thing she’d just whispered. But underneath all that, beneath the throbbing and the need and the dizzy hit of lust, was a raw, undeniable sweetness.
“Mazzy…what the hell am I supposed to do with you?”
She lifted a sassy shoulder. “Date the hell out of me, I suppose.”
“Fine.” I sighed like it was a burden I was reluctantly willing to bear. “I guess I’ll have to do that.”
“Thanks, Benny.” She started to climb off me, but I gripped her waist, holding her against me. She giggled, sliding her hands up my chest. “I guess I’ll stay here.”
“No reason you can’t eat the rest of your sandwich in my lap.” I leaned down, grabbed her legs, and flipped her around so her back was to my front. Then I pulled her plate over. “Eat, baby. We keep distracting each other like this; you’ll be late. There’s not a chance I want your boss mad at me.”
She pressed her cheek to mine. “Good point. Miranda is capable of being scary.”
I was content to sit with her in my lap while she ate the rest of her sandwich. Mazzy wasn’t a small woman, but I was nowhere near a small man, and I liked the feel of her weight on me. She fit just right in my arms, like this spot had been waiting for her.
When she finished, she turned sideways and draped her arm around my neck. “Are you going to ask me out on another date?”
“Expediently,” I replied, my mouth quirking. “I have an away game in LA this weekend.”
“I know.” She deflated a little. “But we could do another lunch before you leave…or when you get back, if you—”
“Wow, you really like me.”
Her brow popped. “Didn’t I make that clear?” She pushed on my chest. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
“I won’t. And yes, to both another lunch before I go, and when I get back, but I have another proposal.” I cupped the side of her neck, my finger slipping beneath her hair. “Why don’t you come to LA with me? I fly out Thursday, but you could come Friday after work, and we’ll return Sunday morning.”
Her mouth parted in an O. “I would love that, but Katty…”
“Aunt Barb and Kylie have her covered.” I tugged her closer, so we were chest to chest. “I have an afternoon game, so we’ll have all Saturday night to celebrate your birthday right.”
A slow smile spread across her face. “You planned this for me with Aunt Barb—a birthday trip?”
“Yeah, baby. I got on the phone with Aunt Barb and sorted it. It was scary, but I conquered my fears. That’s how much this means to me. Let me celebrate you in style.”
She nodded vigorously. “Yes. Yes, Ben. I would love to go to LA with you.”
Her whole face lit up. For a second, I forgot my own name. Or how to speak. Or that gravity existed. “We’re gonna have so much fun,” I murmured, my thumb brushing her jaw, trying to play it cool when, internally, I was a fireworks display and cardiac event rolled into one.
I wanted to kiss her and devour her all over again. But she had work, and I had restraint. Barely. Like…speck of dust on a window thin.
“Come on, Mazzy-mazz.” I brushed a kiss to her temple. Anything more would’ve been a disaster for us both. “Let’s get you back before Miranda hunts me for sport.”
She laughed as she slid off my lap, straightening her dress. “See you tonight?”
“With bells on.”
She planted a lightning-fast kiss on my cheek and headed out the door with a little wave.
I shut it behind her, leaned my forehead against the wood, and let out a breath that had been stuck in my lungs since she’d climbed into my lap.
I was in trouble.
Real trouble.
The thing about me, though: I’d never seen trouble I didn’t want to dive right into. Mazzy Belle was no exception.