Page 105 of If I Didn’t Have You

“Ben…it’s not⁠—”

He slid down my body, and then his lips were there, pressed against my soaking pussy. I cried out, spreading my legs wide to accommodate his broad shoulders. My finger slid through his hair as he devoured me, tearing my orgasm from my body, when just moments ago, I thought it would never come.

As I laid there panting, desperately trying to regain my breath, I swore I would return the favor just as soon as I could breathe again.

“Better?” he murmured as he crawled up my body.

“Yeah,” I huffed out, barely moving.

“So, time to get to your girls’ thing?”

I nodded, but my eyes were already closing, and I was drifting off to sleep.

I hobbled into the shop a half hour late and smelling like sex.

Everyone knew. They all saw it on my face and in my eyes.

“Somebody got lucky,” Lila laughed, pouring a glass of wine for me.

I took it from her, my face flushed red from not only the multiple orgasms, but also from the way everyone was staring at me.

“Isn’t it a little early to be drinking?”

Lila shot a pointed look at the clock. “It’s…” She waited for the little hand to move, then grinned. “It’s five o’clock somewhere. Or, at the very least, mid-afternoon.”

Lisa hummed as she swallowed a mouthful. “East Coast. It’s two o’clock there!”

“See? It’s really not that early.”

I lifted my glass in cheers, then took my first sip. It wasn’t the margarita that I desperately needed, but it would do.

“Please tell me this is a fun injury,” Mrs. Abernathy said, walking over to me, leaning heavily on her cane.

I was slightly disturbed that the eighty-year-old woman was interested in my love life, or that she was referring to it as a fun injury, but I smiled at them. “Hardwood floors are not for women our age.”

A round of cheers went up in the bookshop, and despite my humiliation, I laughed along with them. Burying my face in my hand, I tried and failed to find this just as hilarious as they did. I was not used to talking so openly about my love life, or women cheering me on like it was an Olympic sport.

“Okay, okay!” I called out, hoping to calm them all down. “Yes, I had sex before I came over!”

Another round of cheers went up, even more mortifying than the last.

“What position?”

“How long did it last?”

“I bet he’s hung like a horse!”

Shaking my head, I took my seat next to Georgia, who thankfully was not calling out any embarrassing questions or comments.

“That’s what you get for showing up looking like you’ve been tossed around the room,” she whispered.

“I tried to leave,” I hissed. “I was going to slip out, and then he was there…doing things. I barely escaped with my life!”

Chuckling, she kept her voice low. “I followed your advice.”

My head whipped to hers, surprise and excitement lightly inside me. “And?”

She blushed bright red. “Well, I doubt it was as exciting as your morning, but still…I can’t complain.”