Misbehaving(16)

“Call my secretary. We’ll see if I can fit you into my schedule.” He winked at her. Neither Heaven nor Hell nor pre-wedding festivities was going to keep him out of Beatriz’s bed and body this week.

Ben took Beatriz’s breasts in his hands and held them while he moved against her and inside her and with her. She’d already had her orgasm, but she still moved, raising her hips to meet his thrusts, coaxing him on and on. He lost himself inside her, lost all self-consciousness, all nervousness, all fear. Their bodies merged seamlessly. He belonged inside her. Long, slow strokes turned into sharp, hard, fast thrusts. He pounded into her shamelessly, mercilessly, her hungry sounds of pleasure driving out any fear that she wasn’t enjoying this as much as he was. On his knees over her with his hands on her breasts, Ben came with a guttural grunt that did no justice to the incredible pleasure of the orgasm that shot through him from neck to knees.

He collapsed on top of Beatriz and rolled them onto their sides. For a long time they merely lay together in a tangle of arms and legs as they tried to catch their breath.

Ben felt a sense of peace, of perfect happiness coming over him. They had only this week together and he was determined to spend every free second inside her.

“So…” he said at last as Beatriz stretched out next to him, her thigh over his stomach, her head on his chest where it belonged.

“So?”

“That was chapter two?”

“Chapter two,” she said.

“How many chapters are in this book?”

“Twenty.”

“Wedding’s in five days. Twenty chapters. Four chapters a day.”

“We can skip some.”

He shook his head.

“Oh, no, if we’re going to review this book, we’re going to review it right.”

Beatriz laughed and laid her head back on his chest.

“I love my job.”





Chapter Six

“Holy…” Beatriz said as Ben pulled out of her and collapsed onto his back. He hit the mattress with his hand hard enough to rattle the headboard.

“That’s it. I’m tapping out for the night. Sorry.”

“Sorry? We just had sex three times in four different positions.” Beatriz laughed and bit his shoulder. God, he had beautiful shoulders. And now he had beautiful bite-marked shoulders. Even better.

With languid limbs she pulled herself into a sitting position and grabbed her phone.

“I was hoping for five. Ben Junior isn’t going to make it.”

“That’s okay. The Queen Bee is tapping out, too.”

“You call your vagina the Queen Bee?”

“She’s in charge most of the time. Okay, so what did we do? Butterfly.”

“Butterfly,” Ben repeated. “The Anvil.”

“Anvil, got it.” She tapped on her phone screen. “I have no idea where these names come from, by the way.”

“We did the Figure Eight, right?”

“That’s the only one where the name actually made sense.” Beatriz made another note.

“What was that last one?” Ben asked. “It was weird.”

“Coital Alignment. Some sex doctors invented it in the eighties, I think. It’s supposed to maximize clitoral stimulation.”

“Is that why you came twice during it, and I felt like I was going to fall out of the bed the entire time?”

“I wasn’t complaining.” Beatriz winked at him. Ben got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. As soon as he was gone she sunk back into the bed and stared up at the ceiling. It had happened. She and Ben had finally had sex. Five years she’d wondered what had gone wrong between them, why he’d backed off, what she’d done wrong. What was wrong with her that he wouldn’t sleep with her when she offered? What red-blooded straight college senior turned down sex with a naked eighteen-year-old woman standing right in front of him? One perfect date, one perfect kiss and then…nothing?

But at least now she knew the reason. She forgave Ben, of course, and Henry, too. It had been long enough that there was no reason to hold a grudge against either of them. But more than that, those years apart disappeared as soon as he started talking, as soon as he smiled. He was still the same Ben she adored from back then. He’d only grown more handsome in their time apart. He wore his dark blond hair in a shorter style, which made his blue eyes the focal point of his face. In college he always wore stubble on his chin to look older. Now he shaved to look sophisticated. He’d been a party boy in college, a little too much beer and not enough working out. Now he’d slimmed down by about ten pounds and had nothing but muscle on his six-foot frame. Adulthood, the real world—it definitely looked good on him.