Chapter 16
After the countdown, they watched Home Alone before Ian and Violet called a cab and headed back home. Harper went with them since they lived in the same neighborhood. Madison almost left too, but something made her stay. Was it because of the warm, comfortable vibe of the night that she didn’t want to leave? Or the fact that Ben had looked at her a little more often than usual? The kiss he had given her had been chaste, a peck barely brushing the corner of her lips, but it had made her toes tingle in her boots nonetheless.
“What can we watch?” Everleigh asked.
“How come you’re not tired?” Ben asked as he gathered the few empty glasses and mugs on the coffee table. Madison grabbed a couple as well and left them on the counter. The dishwasher was running, and they would have to wait for the next load.
“And now you understand why I try to limit the amount of sugar she inhales,” Chris said with a loud yawn.
“You don’t do a really good job at it,” Madison noted with a small chuckle.
“She’s hard to say no to. And it does feel weird to police what she eats. It goes against everything I have learned when it comes to women.”
“Aww. You don’t police me,” Everleigh chimed in, circling Chris’ arm with her own and resting her chin on his shoulder. “You try to remind me of the doctor’s instructions.”
“I’ll definitely keep that in mind the next time you glare at me when I say no.”
They settled for The Hangover, Chris and Everleigh all snuggled up in a corner, leaving Ben and Madison with plenty of room between them.
It wasn’t exactly one of her favorite movies, but she did have a soft spot for Bradley Cooper, so she didn’t really complain. Twenty minutes in, she heard Chris murmur an exasperated “Well… of course.”
Turning her head, she bit back a smile when she saw Everleigh was dozing off on his chest. Chris met her eyes and shook his head, mouthing “Typical.” He gently moved Everleigh so he could stand up then picked her up, Ben following him to open the door to the guest bedroom.
Pausing the movie, Madison made her way to the window, lifting the edge of one of the curtains. She was surprised to see that it had started to snow, the flakes lazily floating down to the ground, turning the night into a grey shadow.
“Oh,” Ben’s surprised voice startled her, and she turned her head around just in time to see him walk toward her.
“Yeah, I think it just started,” she murmured, opening the curtain wider so he could see more clearly.
“You want to stay the night?” he asked. “Traffic is gonna get slow.”
“I don’t really have anything with me.” She pursed her lips, thinking she should have packed a few essentials just in case. Or, at least, checked the weather forecast and known when to leave.
“I can lend you some clothes to sleep in, and I always have extra toothbrushes.”
“Of course, you do…”
She saw Ben’s eyes drop to hers through the window reflection. “I don’t take my electric brush when I travel, because I always forget it somehow. So I buy a big batch of plastic toothbrushes. Just so you know. They’re not for visitors, usually.”
“Oh. Sorry,” she murmured, feeling a little bad that she had judged him.
“And again, just so you know, I don’t invite people here that often.”
She nodded apologetically, then let go of the curtain. “Even if you did, that’s none of my business. You’re an adult, I have no right to judge.”
“Yeah… well…” He pulled on the lobe of his ear with a little wince. “I think it’s good you’re aware of that nonetheless. I mean… just in case. You don’t have to worry about finding lost underwear under my bed or something.”
She grinned. “I don’t plan on sneaking into your bedroom, you know. The couch is fine.”
“Damn, Madison, no way. It’s… I physically can’t let you sleep on the couch. Take my bed, I’ll be fine here.”
“If you insist… do you think I could push it and have a shower? I think I’ve been dreaming about your walk-in shower since I woke up in your bed.”
He gave her his usual beaming grin. “Be my guest. There is a basket full of toiletries under the sink, help yourself.”
The basket was indeed full of hotel-sized shampoos and soaps. Seeing as Ben only frequented high-end establishments, they were high quality, and she quickly found a shower gel and even a small bar of gentle-cleansing soap for her face.
It took a few tries to work out the shower, but once she managed to find the side jets, she was in heaven. The water pressure was perfect, filling the room with steam almost instantly. She stayed much longer than she usually would have but couldn’t bring herself to leave this little piece of paradise. By the time she was done, it seemed like the last lingering effects of the booze she had consumed were completely gone, only leaving a deep, intense relaxation.
Wrapping herself in a large towel, she peeked an eye out. Ben was fluffing the pillows, having obviously changed the sheets.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she said.
He turned around to face her. “Come on it barely took five…” He trailed off, his eyes traveling down her body. Madison tightened the towel over her boobs, feeling a little bit exposed even though all that was visible was her legs up to mid-thigh.
“Clothes,” Ben said, gulping visibly. “You need some clothes.”
“Yes.”
“Right.” He blinked, turning around to face the bed again. “Just… yeah, just do it.”
“Do what?”
“The clothes thing.”
Her eyes shifted, wondering if she was missing a vital piece of information or if he had left an outfit for her on the dresser next to the bathroom door, or even the bed. She quickly scanned the room but didn’t see anything. To be fair, she didn’t have her contacts in, but the room was spotless, extremely tidy, and nothing seemed out of place.
“Where are they?” she eventually asked hesitantly.
“Where are the what?”
“The clothes,” she explained slowly. “You know, the ones you said you’d let me use…?”
“Oh. Fuck. Right, yes.” He turned around again, making a very obvious effort to avoid her on his way to the walk-in closet. She shifted on her feet, her hand securing the knot between her breasts while he rummaged through his clothes.
His hands were full when he reappeared. “I don’t know if you get cold at night, so… just pick whatever you need, OK?”
“Perfect, thank you.” She smiled, then closed the door again. He had given her a hoodie, a long-sleeved shirt, some sweatpants with a string at the waist, and a pair of socks.
The sweatpants were too long for her, even with the elastic at the ankles. She put the socks on instead, deciding that she’d probably be warm enough with them. The hoodie didn’t seem necessary either.
She was surprised to see Ben sitting on the bed when she walked out of the bathroom.
Lifting his head, he smiled sheepishly. “Sorry but… I need to brush my teeth.”
“Oh. Of course, yes.”
“You… you didn’t need the pants?” he asked as he walked toward her.
“No. I think the socks will be enough.” The shirt was long, almost to mid-thigh.
“Yeah, they are,” he breathed out as she stepped aside to let him in the bathroom.
He was about to go inside when she grabbed his forearm. “I put the towel on the edge of the tub, I wasn’t sure what to do with it.”
His gaze dropped to where she was holding him. “Madison?”
“Hum… yes?” Her breath caught when their gazes met. She suddenly realized how close they were. Here, in his bedroom. She was only wearing one of his shirts and a pair of socks.
No underwear.
Something she was painfully aware of.
“I really want to kiss you right now.”
Her mouth opened on a small O of surprise. She hadn’t expected him to be so upfront.
“You looked gorgeous tonight. That naked shoulder of yours tortured me all night long. But I don’t think you’ve ever looked sexier than right now.”
“I’m… literally wearing white sports socks. All the way to my calves.”
And I don’t think I’ve ever been called sexy in my entire life.
“Yeah, apparently I have a new fetish. Gonna be weird at the gym, but I’ll try to not drool over the first dude who wears some.”
She grinned, huffing out a small giggle. “It’s good that summer is over. All those men with sandals and white socks…”
He gave her a fake-shudder. “Don’t make me think about it. I have a few months to prepare myself.”
“Maybe we could tame the beast?”
“Meaning?”
“You know, people who are afraid of heights, they try to get over it by progressively facing their fear? Maybe fantasies work that way too. Maybe you should see me in white socks regularly, to get used to it, until it becomes monotonous?”
“Like, you’d send me pics or something?”
“I could do that.”
He gave her a one-sided smirk. “Madison Goldstein, I can’t believe you’re offering to send me sock pics.”
“I decided I would be a lot more adventurous this year.”
“If you ever need help in that department, you know who to ask.”
“Yeah,” she whispered. “I definitely do.”
His eyes lowered to her lips when she bit down on them. “Not helping, Pumpkin.”
“Ben?”
“Yes?” he replied, his voice a low murmur as he pushed back a strand of her hair. His thumb then traveled down her jaw, rubbing gently against her lip.
“Just so you know… if you ever wanted to do something about this whole kissing thing, I’m kinda all in. But this time, it’s your turn.”
There was a smile on his lips as he leaned in to kiss her. She felt it and couldn’t help but respond. Her lips were tingling with the pressure of his, and she wasn’t sure if it was because she now knew what to expect, or because the emotional circumstances of their first kiss were now gone and allowed her to focus on the physical aspect but… it seemed even better than in her memory.
She felt warm, and the way he pulled her flush against him, against the firmness of his chest as he gently angled her head to deepen the kiss, awoke butterflies in the pit of her stomach. Something soft, like melting marshmallows, seemed to liquify her from the inside as his tongue sought hers, one of his hands traveling down her back, stopping right above her ass in a very gentleman way.
It was a side of him she really enjoyed, but right now, she wouldn’t have minded some groping hands if she was honest.
She was feeling very grope-y herself, but she settled on burying her fingers in his hair and pulling on the thick strands. Ben had short hair, but not a buzz cut. It was long enough to sometimes drop on his forehead and offer a very healthy length to grab onto.
Painfully aware of the fact that she was naked under his shirt, her body seemed to heat up like someone had doused a fire with gasoline.
The man definitely knew how to kiss - something she was already aware of, even if it had been more than a month. He wasn’t overly aggressive, just confident enough to take the lead and slip his tongue inside her mouth. That slow, gliding motion had never been more pleasurable, more intense, more arousing. Something deep within her tightened, a carnal desire growing from her core to feel his weight on her.
How could something feel so right, so quickly? How come her body didn’t have a sixth sense and hadn’t warned her that Ben Ackerman, the goofball of their little group, was the world’s best kisser and she should totally give it a try?
“Madison,” he whispered against her lips when they both had to break away, their lips still lingering against each other’s.
She gave him a small peck, then a few more, until he huffed out a laugh and nipped at her lower lip playfully.
“You’re an amazing kisser,” she said in wonder.
“That’s my line.”
“OK. We’re both amazing kissers.”
He pulled away just enough to gaze down at her. “Who would have thought, right?”
A small grin stretched across her swollen lips. He had a point. Who would have thought that she and Ben, two polar opposites in almost everything, could get on so well?
God, I hope the sex is good, too.
“I think, purely for empirical reasons of course, that we should try again, to rule out the fluke.”
“Oh really?” he asked innocently. “And how many times should we try until your scientific brain is satisfied with the results?”
“That depends on a variety of factors.”
“Such as?”
“Well… For instance, both times we’ve kissed, we’ve been in a similar position. That’s not very scientifically acceptable.”
“You’re right.” His hands firmly on her hips, he guided her back in the bathroom, then picked her up to set her on the counter. “Better?”
“Oh, yes. Also, I won’t be distracted by the burn in my calves. You’re a little tall compared to me.”
He stepped between her legs and the breath caught in her throat at the sudden wave of arousal that hit her. His jeans were rough against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and, as stated before, she was panty-less.
That meant that all he needed to do was stop keeping a gentlemanly distance between them and let them get to the really good stage of making-out in a bathroom.
Her hands on his hips, she pulled him forward, her head already tilted back, eyes closed, so they could continue their extremely pleasurable activities. She was comfortable on the counter, even if it was a little bit cold under her butt. Or maybe it was because her skin was on fire, she wasn’t sure.
“Waiting for something?”
Her eyes snapped open on his smug face.
“Really?”
He gave her a small shrug. “You know the saying. If you want it, come and get it.”
She lifted an eyebrow, staring back. They were only inches away, and she could feel his body heat through the thin fabric of the shirt she was wearing. He smelled good, too. It made her want to snuggle her face in his chest and inhale deeply.
“Fine.” She grabbed his shirt and pulled until their lips could meet. He chuckled at her impatience, making their kiss messy and uncoordinated. There was something to say about imperfect kisses. The ones that were unexpected, that took you by surprise and startled your body into awareness.
They were like a couple of teenagers sneaking into the back seat of their car at a drive-in movie.
Things heated up fast, much faster than she was used to. Their kiss turned more aggressive, hungry for each other, as their hands discovered the spots they had never dared to touch before.
In her case, his butt.
Just as firm and perfect as she had thought.
His palm was large and warm on her leg, his thumb pressing circles on her inner thigh. She had shifted to the edge of the counter, allowing herself to feel him, right where she wanted him the most. Her hips were unable to stay still, rolling, grinding, pressing over the hard ridge of his pants. The muscles of his back were firm, playing under her fingertips, and she let out a gasp when he suddenly pressed her forward, guiding her against him.
Wow. That was… Wow. “Oh my God,” she let out in a breath as the pleasure started to build, fast. “Ben…”
He murmured something, but it was muffled against her shoulder. He nibbled on her neck, then sucked the flesh between his teeth and one of her hands had to leave him to rest down on the counter to keep her balance as her hips started to rock furiously against him. The climax was right there, a few strokes away and it was going to be an amazing one, she just knew it, and wow best way ever to start a new year.
The counter was banging against the wall, a muffled thump, thump that echoed the staccato of her breathing, and it was going to be out of this world once they’d get to the good part and…
And…
And nothing because Ben suddenly went still in her arms, letting her hang over the edge.
“What…” she mumbled, still swimming in arousal. She tried to get more friction, but he wasn’t cooperating anymore, and dry-humping wasn’t that fun when you were doing it alone.
He didn’t move, though. His head dropped to her shoulder, resting heavily for a few seconds, before he groaned, “Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.”
Oh no. No.
Nooooo.
He had already come. She probably should have felt a little flattered, but her own orgasm was right there, and she deserved it too. “Hum, Ben, not to sound ungrateful or anything, but do you think we could keep going just… like thirty seconds tops would be enough, I’m sure? I mean, I was almost there,” she said delicately, not wanting to bruise his ego by pointing out he had been a little too quick on the draw.
He lifted his head, throwing her a confused look before the most offended expression washed over his face. “I didn’t come in my pants!” he exclaimed.
“Then why can’t we keep going? It was good, right?” she asked, trying to pretend her voice hadn’t turned whiny. It sounded low in the quiet room, now that she was forced to focus on things that didn’t involve his private parts and her private parts, and how his private parts rubbing against her private parts was really, really good. The only thing, apart from their ragged breathing, was the counter still thumping against-
Wait.
“Oh no,” she whispered in horror once she realized that the thump, thump she had heard wasn’t caused by them at all. “Does your bathroom share a wall with-”
“Yes.”
“We gotta get out of here.” She pushed him away, then awkwardly got off the counter on shaky legs. Her clitoris was about to go on strike, raging with frustration, and she could feel the promising climax fade away, waving a white tissue.
Fortunately, once they were in the bedroom with the bathroom door closed, there was complete silence.
“This is… the worst… worst… worst… ever… just…” she stuttered, understanding from the way Ben was staying away from her that the game was over.
“I’m sorry, Madison. If it makes you feel any better, it’s not very pleasant for me either. I just… I can’t do this while… God, Evie is like my sister,” he added with a deep wince.
“I can’t believe the pregnant woman is ruining my sex life,” Madison hissed as she sat down on the bed. “She’s already knocked up, what more could she possibly want?!”
“Maybe… maybe it’s for the best,” Ben said, his hands on his hips, taking a few deep breaths. The bulge in his pants was visibly shrinking, and the view made her feel even more depressed. She hadn’t even had the chance to see it. Then, his words registered.
“Excuse me?” she asked in disbelief. How could frustration be for the best?!
“I… Madison, I told you. I want to do things the right way. I don’t want this to be rushed, or an in-the-heat-of-the-moment thing. I don’t want you to regret it. Maybe we should take a breath and make sure we know what’s at stake here.”
“My orgasm, that’s what’s at stake,” she deadpanned.
“Believe me, it pains me to know that. I just want us to be more than a quickie on New Year’s Eve.”
If she was honest with herself, she wanted more than that, too. What exactly, she still wasn’t sure, but she wanted to explore and find out.
Ben sighed when she remained silent, and he pulled on her hand, drawing her into his arms. He kissed the tip of her nose, their fingers entwining. “I like you, Madison. And you’re special to me. I’d like our first time to not be tainted by the memory of us hearing our best friends… you know.”
She rested her forehead against his chest, the laughter bubbling in her throat. “I’d rather erase it from my memory, yeah. Best way to ruin the mood.”
“I want to give this a try, Pumpkin. I’m just not… not very good at relationships.”
There was a small hesitation in his voice, and she knew that right now, it was the real Ben holding her. She shared similar doubts herself.
“We should just see where it takes us. Keep things between us. No pressure.”
“Sounds like a great plan.”
“Mmhmmh. Wanna know of another one?”
“Yeah?”
“Your bed is big enough for two.”
Just because the mood for sex had been ruined didn’t mean that she couldn’t get her cuddling.
She was deliciously warm.
Like a toasted apple strudel.
She smiled before she could even open her eyes. Ben’s arm was heavy on her hip. She could feel his deep breathing on her shoulder.
Everything was dead quiet in the room. The light peeking through the curtains seemed dull and grey, confirming that the snow had fallen heavily.
She was snowed in, with a delicious man, in a King-sized bed.
If there was a better way to start the year, she wasn’t sure what it was.
She took his hand in hers, playing with his fingers as she waited for him to wake up, too. She didn’t dare leave the room and roam around his apartment, for fear of meeting Everleigh or Chris.
She wasn’t ready for people to know that something was going on between her and Ben.
The questions would follow, and that was something she wasn’t willing to face. Letting people know made things serious and official, depriving them of that very awkward first stage of getting to know each other intimately. With Ben, she had a feeling that first stage was bound to be entertaining.
“If you want to play with my fingers, I have a few suggestions,” Ben’s sleepy voice made her smile even wider.
“Oh, really?” She entwined their fingers, loving the way their hands seemed to assemble perfectly. He squeezed, then his thumb started to stroke hers, and it was silly really the way the simple, lazy gesture was enough to awake the butterflies in her stomach.
“Mmhmh. I also have a few alternatives. All for your pleasure, of course.”
“Of course.”
He pressed a kiss on the small crook between her neck and shoulder, then another one underneath her ear. “Good morning, Pumpkin.”
“Good morning, Ben.”
“Slept well?”
“Very. I had my own personal human-heater.”
“I’m such a good host.”
“You are.”
“Good enough to get a rewarding kiss?”
She turned around in his arms, enjoying the way his hand naturally slipped to cover her butt.
Making out in the morning was a special kind of treat. The sleepiness, the silence, the lazy kisses, and the way their bodies woke up slowly. There was a quiet, reassuring strength in the way he was holding her, his hand heavy, firm, but also soft and gentle.
“Madison,” he whispered as he tore his lips away from hers.
“Shh. Go back to what you were doing. It was very good.”
“I just wanted to say that Evie and Chris left.”
She nibbled on his chin. “Then what are you waiting for?”
“This.” He turned around swiftly until he was on his back, Madison above him.
“Lazy much?”
“There’s just something I’ve always wanted to do,” he said quietly before reaching out to the nightstand and turning the light on. He lowered the setting until it was just a soft, faint light glowing and bathing the room in an intimate atmosphere.
“You… never had sex with the light on?” she asked teasingly, tickling his side.
He chuckled, squirming a little under her hand. “Your hair. Can you untie it?”
“You have a weird fixation with my hair.”
“I’ve pictured you above me, your hair hanging freely and brushing my face at least a hundred times.”
“Oh yeah?” she asked, sitting up and getting comfortable on him, trying to pretend she couldn’t feel his erection underneath her. It took a few tries to get rid of the bun and she shook her head, letting it cascade on her shoulders.
“Damn.” He sat up, his hands on her ass. Somehow, the shirt was still covering her. Not that she would have minded if it weren’t.
She pulled on his T-shirt and he grinned, lifting his arms to help her. “Oh, OK, not wasting time I see.”
“You’ve been bragging about your banging body for months now.”
“Yeah, well, keep in mind it’s the holidays, so my six-pack has turned into a four-pack… possibly two.”
She laughed, her fingers already tracing his shoulders, trailing down his pecs.
“So? What’s the verdict?”
“I haven’t seen it all yet but… I hate to admit it… banging is the right term,” she said in a fake sigh, as if she was declaring defeat.
He pressed his lips against hers. “Told you.”
Her arms resting on his shoulders, she let him deepen the kiss, sighing in pleasure at the way his tongue was playing with hers. The position was very interesting too, and it didn’t take long before her hips started to act on their own accord again.
It seemed like it was the automatic response with Ben.
His hand eventually slipped under her shirt, warm, large as he stroked her back then finally grabbed her ass firmly, guiding her movements above him. He groaned, as if the grinding motion was as pleasurable for him as it was for her. Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he laved on her skin, nibbling the flesh and driving her insane with lust. Everything was turning her on. His hands. His lips. The way his hair felt between her fingers as she pulled on the thick strands.
“Yes?” he murmured, his voice low and heavy with a desire she knew was the echo of her own.
She nodded, her teeth digging into her lower lip before lifting her arms and letting him undress her.
About five seconds later, she knew something else about Ben.
He was a breast man.
He wasn’t exactly trying to hide it, not with the way his mouth was currently worshipping her chest. He pulled a nipple between his lips, suckling on it before letting it go and doing the same with the other one as if he was afraid one would feel neglected.
She slipped a hand between their bodies, underneath his sweatpants until she felt him, hard, hot in her hand. He froze for a second then lifted his eyes to meet hers. Slowly, she dragged her hand down, then up again, watching in fascination at the way his breathing hitched and caught in his throat.
“Please tell me you have a condom,” she murmured, rolling her hips, already imagining how it would feel to have him inside her. Usually, she liked her foreplay to last much longer, but she definitely didn’t need it right now.
He nodded, then turned them around again until she was flat on her back and he was free to open the nightstand. “Is this OK? You prefer on top?” he asked before tearing the foil square open.
She lifted her knee, brushing it against his side, figuring this was the best answer possible. His smirk told her he had received the message. He shifted, just enough to lower his sweatpants and roll the condom down on his length, then settled between her legs. He dropped his weight on one elbow, then pressed a few kisses on her lips, just as his hand was guiding him, pressing, nudging… finding.
He pushed inside her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Still OK?”
“More than that,” she said with a grin, tilting his head down for a kiss. It was messy, and it got even messier when he started to move, his hand gripping her thigh.
Her hands were flat on his back, holding him, feeling the muscles play underneath her palms as he rocked inside her. When her nails started to dig into his backside to spur him on, he gave her what she wanted, a harder, faster pace.
“Yes,” she breathed out when he found the perfect rhythm. A small ball of heat started to grow low in her abdomen, teased by each of his thrusts. She wasn’t sure what his lips were doing to her neck, but it seemed to be connected somehow, creating shivers of pleasure that only made her more in tune with the wave that started to grow. He seemed to sense it, pushing upward on her leg, allowing him deeper inside her. The new angle made his pelvic bone rub against her clit, and it was the ultimate combo for her.
“Like that?” he asked in a low, raspy voice.
“Oh my God, yes, just… just get back to what you were doing,” she gasped, unable to focus on anything but that intense heat growing with each of his strokes.
He chuckled. “I don’t know… I rather like kissing you.” He captured her lips, swallowing her words of protest, and then she forgot what she wanted to say. Everything seemed to unleash, bringing her back to the knowledge that she was having sex with him, and it was even better than anything she could have ever dreamed of. It was simple, easy, their bodies guiding them as if they had done this countless times already.
When he let go of her lips, his eyes dove into hers and she was surprised by the intensity there. “It’s fucking perfect,” he murmured. She wasn’t sure he had meant for her to hear him, his voice so faint, but she did nonetheless. He placed open kisses on her jaw, then went back to the spot that was apparently one of the most erogenous zones of her body. Something she hadn’t been really aware of until this morning.
The long, torturous glide of his hard length inside her, the teasing contact with her clitoris, and that mouth of his wreaking havoc on her neck… she got there fast. So fast that it almost took her by surprise when her core suddenly tightened, making her hover on the edge of completion.
And when Ben suddenly bit down on her shoulder, it brought her a tiny pinch of pain that proved to be exactly the nudge she needed.
She nestled her face against his neck, his name nothing more than a breathy moan when the orgasm claimed her in a whirlwind of heat and sparks of pleasure. Clinging to him, she heard his low groan, felt the small vibration in his chest when he followed her, finding his own climax while she was still struggling to get back to earth.
It was probably the sexiest sound she had ever heard.
His body grew heavier on her as he struggled to catch his breath. “Fuck,” he whispered before letting out a small laugh and lifting his head.
His eyes had a lazy gleam, one that oozed male satisfaction. His mouth was soft, curled up in a small smile as he lightly shook his head. She grinned back, gently stroking along his spine, enjoying the way his body was now relaxed and obviously sated.
“Madison…” he started before dropping a peck on her lips.
“Mmh?”
“I’m afraid the roads are going to be bad for the rest of the day. We’re gonna have to stay in.”
She let out a fake gasp of horror. “All day?!”
“Probably all night too. You need to prepare yourself, you might not be able to make it back home until tomorrow morning.”
“But… what are we gonna do for twenty-four hours?”
He smirked. “I have a few ideas.”
“You do?”
“Yup.”
“Do they involve me on top by any chance?” she asked hesitantly, her teeth biting her lower lip.
“We’re so in sync, baby. So. In. Sync.”