“Neither am I.”
“I’m almost there.”
“Me too. Oh god, yes, don’t stop, yes, I’m coming.”
My orgasm rips through me like an electric current lighting up the sky.
“Fuuuuuck,” Mark calls out. I cover his mouth with my own as I ride out the pleasure I’m already addicted to.
A pleasure I’m going to want to experience night after night. With Mark.
Our bodies slowly return to normal, and I climb off his lap to sit next to him.
“How soon till we can do that again?” I ask.
He chuckles and leans in to kiss me. I lean away.
“Ah. Sorry.”
“No, it’s not that, it’s just that . . . kissing can be personal, and we have a lot of things to sort out. We should keep this whole ‘just friends’ thing going.”
“Then what do you call what we just did?”
“Umm, friend with benefits?”
“Now you want to be friends with benefits?”
“It’s not the worst idea.”
He stares at me. I can see in his eyes that he doesn’t agree with me, but he nods anyway.
“You need me, and I’ll always be there. For anything.”
He pats my knee and stands to get dressed. “I’ll make French toast.”
I give him a weak smile and watch as he heads into the kitchen.
I know I just made things more complicated. All for a few minutes of bliss, but with Mark, it’s worth it.
I just hope this won’t ruin the friendship we’ve been building. We were friends first, right? And we can be friends forever, no matter how this turns out, right?
Even when he moves away.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mark
I officially know what it feels like to play with fire.
Well, figuratively speaking, anyway.
Friends with benefits.
We’ve gone insane. Crazy insane.
You know what else is crazy insane? The sex we had last night and then again early this morning and right before we left for dinner.
When Syd told me her sex drive was tenfold, she wasn’t lying.
