He gaped at me, seemingly unable to comprehend what I’d said. Blinking several times, suspicion laced his tone when he spoke.“Where?”
Standing from the bed, I crossed to him, taking his hands in mine.“It’s a surprise. But I promise it’ll be fun.”He scowled, but this wasn’t a battle I was going to lose. Giving him my best puppy dog eyes, I pouted.“Please, baby. Please say yes to spending the day with me.”
His shoulders slumped, and I knew I’d won the war before his agreement tumbled from his mouth.
My plan had been to take Ben for breakfast, but it was after lunch before we left his place, having gotten carried away in the shower together. I stopped Ben’s car in the parking lot, grinning at the look of disgust etched into his face.
When we left home, I’d pulled out my van keys, only for Ben to surprise the shit out of me by handing me the keys to his Mercedes and telling me I could drive his car for the day. It was a beautiful car to drive, although the way Ben clung to his seat, scowling at me while telling me to slow down, I didn’t think he agreed.
“Donna’s Diner?”he questioned, his lips turning down.
“Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it, baby. Her burgers are world-class. Fact.”
He scoffed.“Greasy food isn’t exactly my type of food, Bug.”
“I know,”I replied, smirking.“But you’re too rigid with your eating habits. Having a treat once in a while won’t kill you.”He didn’t look convinced, staring at the old building in disdain. I nudged his shoulder.“Come on, loosen up. I told you, this is going to be a fun day.”
Not giving him a chance to reply, I jumped out of the car and started striding toward the entrance. He caught up to me in a couple of seconds, hissing in my ear,“If I catch food poisoning, I’m going to beat your ass.”
I winked at him.“I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
He rolled his eyes as I opened the door and led him inside. We found a booth at the end of the restaurant, away from the other customers. Ben slid in, sitting opposite me, and after we’d perused the menu, the waitress took our order, Ben ordering the same as me: a bacon double cheeseburger, a side of dirty fries, and a chocolate milkshake.
“So, is this where you wanted to bring me?”Ben asked when the waitress disappeared.
“It’s part one. I wanted to bring you here for breakfast, actually. The pancakes here are exceptional.”I shrugged.“We’ll have to come back another time.”
His lips pursed.“Let me get through this time first.”I sniggered, amused at his reluctance to try anything new. Before I could mock him for it, he asked,“What’s part two?”
“It’s a surprise.”
His eyes narrowed on me.“Why?”
“Why, what?”
“Why this? What’s this all in aid of?”
I shrugged, my cheeks heating, and giving away my attempt at playing it cool.“You said you couldn’t remember the last time you had fun. I wanted to changethat.”
He pulled in a breath as he stared at me across the table before a smile spread across his lips, drawing my attention to them. If we weren’t in public, I would have leaned over the tablejustto have a taste of his delicious mouth.
The thought was like a kick in the gut. A painful reminderthatI was having to hide who I was for the sake of someone else, and the question I’d been trying to ignore for days now reared its head.
How much longer are you willing to be his dirty little secret?
“I don’t know whether to be excited or nervous, Bug,”Ben said, oblivious to the momentary dip in my mood.“For all I know, you could be taking me to a sex dungeon where there’s a whole bunch of guys waiting to take their turn on my ass.”
I snorted, lowering my voice so no one could hear,eventhough we weren’t near any other customer.“You don’t need to worry aboutthat, baby. Your ass belongs to me, and no one else.”
His teeth sank into his bottom lip as he attempted to subtly look around him. Satisfied he couldn’t be heard, he leaned over the table, his voice almost a whisper.“I…uh…didn’t ask you last night.”He swallowed, his gaze dropping to the table before coming back to meet mine.“Did you enjoy last night? I know it was the first time you…”
A flush covered his cheeks. Christ, he was adorable. Leaning forward as he had, our faces were only inches apart.“I fucking loved it.”
His breath hitched.“So, you would do it again?”
“Yeah. Would you?”
He shifted awkwardly in his seat as I waited with bated breath for his answer.“Yeah. I mean, not yet. My ass needs a rest,”hechuckled, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinning.“And I think I prefer fucking you, but I wouldn’t be against doingthatagain.”My cock twitched at the thought. He shifted to look around him again before asking,“Was it likethatfor you for your first time? You said it was a one-night stand, but did the guy at least make it good for you?”
