Page 40 of Smart Ass

“Was that good?” Max asked quietly.

Ben nodded. “Amazing.” He was still feeling squishy and warm, so the words bubbled out. “Best ever.”

Metallic hands and hoses kept holding and stroking him, letting him drift down easily. He didn’t ever want to move again.

He did, though, when he heard the door open behind him.

Fuck!

“Shhh…” Max soothed. “Drink this.”

It took him a moment to piece everything together, but then he heard Squeaky’s little wheel.

It was holding a paper to-go cup with a plastic lid, and Ben made his body function for just long enough to grab it and curl it to his chest. He inhaled. It smelled different, chocolatey and luscious over the rich coffee undertones. “This isn’t my usual drink.”

He’d meant it as an observation, but he should have been saying thank you.

God, he was such a jerk.

Max didn’t seem to be bothered, though. “It’s a mocha, and I added a few other things. Chocolate’s supposed to be good for you.”

Max took a sip. Pure heaven. Rich and sweet, complex and warm.

“You have a future as a barista.”

Max snorted. “Only for you.”

Ben savored the warm beverage. He never felt this calm after a scene.

Maybe his body had just needed it after today. He didn’t even want to know what time it was, or contemplate going up to his office.

But he really should. He slowly sat up and rested his feet on the floor. The bots backed off slowly. Reluctantly, even.

“Is this going to be awkward?” he asked Max.

Usually his hook-ups fell into two categories: quick fucks he’d never speak to again, and experienced Doms at the club who understood that he was just there to play and wouldn’t ask for more.

Max was neither of those.

“Why would it be awkward?”

Ben tugged his shirt on, giving an extra stretch and wiggle as it settled over his abused skin. “Because we just had a scene and now we have to work together?”

“That’s not awkward.”

Well, okay then.

Ben started doing up his buttons and couldn’t help but snicker when he slid the first one in.

“I’m going to write a routine for buttons,” Max promised darkly.

Did that mean they were going to do this again? Well… Ben definitely had no objections. It had been fantastic. Mind-blowing.

Ten out of ten, would sub again.

“You do that,” he told Max as he knotted his tie.

Not awkward. Not awkward. He was not going to make this awkward.