Page 45 of Benji
I found some clean sweatpants and went to the kitchen. I figured a chicken salad sounded good, so I began prepping it, trying not to overthink everything, and soon after, Benji appeared. He was wearing my dressing gown, open at the front to reveal some briefs, his curls still damp, and he looked so damn good it made my brain short circuit.
He was a mix of grown man and boyish charm. He was so sexy, sultry without even trying.
My ideal type. Perfection in person.
He was holding his phone. “Fitch is on his way over. Hence why I added the robe.” He did a twirl. “I hope you don’t mind.”
God.
“I don’t mind at all,” I admitted. “It’s sexy on you.”
That earned me a grin. “Ooh, you like it?” He put his hand on his hip and pretended to walk a catwalk like a model, with a turn and flourish in front of me.
I laughed. “I like it a lot.”
This seemed to please him. “Mmm. Then I shall wear it every day I’m here. And nothing else. That way, you can just lift it up,” he said, turning around, slidingthe robe up to his arse. “Whenever you want a little dip.”
“A little dip, huh?”
He grinned, nodding. “Yes, please.”
Christ. Every single thing he did and said was sexual, flirty. Dangerous. My well-used dick wanted more. I highly doubted it could fulfil any promises, but it still wanted more.
“You are a dangerous thing,” I said, giving his arse a gentle smack.
He laughed just as the intercom buzzed. “Ooh, that’ll be Fitch.”
He buzzed him through, and a few seconds later, Fitch came in and laughed when he saw Benji. “Okay, Hugh Hefner. Nice robe.”
Benji gave him a twirl. “Cool, huh?”
Then Fitch noticed me in the kitchen. “Oh, and shirtless. Please tell me I interrupted something amazing.”
I snorted. “Hello again.”
“No, you didn’t interrupt,” Benji said, leading him to the sofa where they sat. “We were taking a small intermission between epic sex sessions, so this is good timing.”
Oh god.
Fitch laughed, excited. “Ooh, details, please.”
Benji preened. “Well, you know how you’ve been telling me how tasty creampies are?”
Oh, fucking hell.
Fitch squealed, gripping Benji’s arm and jumping in his seat. “I told you! I can’t believe you finally did it! How amazing is it?”
Iclosed my eyes, embarrassment flaming my cheeks.
They were just going to talk about it like that? While I was right there?
“It’s the best thing ever,” Benji said. “Nolan even took today off work so he could do me all day long.”
I put the knife down, and they both turned to me when it may have clanged a little too loud on the marble top. “Sorry,” I said.
Fitch chuckled and elbowed Benji. “Mm, and so sexy. Damn.” Then he leaned in toward Benji and pretended to whisper. “Can I have some?”
“No,” Benji replied before I could. “He’s mine.”