Page 26 of Bene

All those thoughts drifted through her mind as she watched Bene finish up a phone call just outside the front entrance of his apartment building. He stepped away to take it, promising to shut the thing off after for the night—that was enough to make her shiver, too.

Fuck her anticipation.

It was something else entirely now.

“Yeah, I got you … tomorrow, all right.”

Bene hung up the call, and Vanna leaned against the brick of the building. A couple of feet away from the front doors. The halo of light spilling out to the sidewalk and street allowed her a great view of his strong profile, the dimple that peeked in his cheek when he grinned, and how his features seemed carved from granite.

Bene was a handsome man.

From his dark hair, to his gorgeous face.

A kissable mouth.

Black slacks, and a white dress shirt rolled up at the elbows that fit his form fantastically, showed off muscular thighs and an expansive chest … not to mention the way his shoulders looked flexing under the material.

Yeah, nothing was sexier than a man with a good back—one a woman could really dig her nails in to while he fucked her to oblivion.

Bene checked every box for her.

“Sorry about that,” he said, pocketing the phone, “promise it’s off for the night.”

Vanna laughed. “And if it wasn’t?”

He shrugged. “Kind of has to be—if it rings, I need to answer. At least this way, I can say the fucking thing glitched out, and it couldn’t be helped.”

She arched a brow. “You mean to say a phone call could pull you away from me?”

Bene stepped forward, closing the bit of distance between them in three determined strikes. Already, he’d stopped them three times coming up the block just to kiss her. She was happy to oblige because she found kissing him was almost like foreplay for her. Never had she wanted to kiss a man, as though she could live from nothing more than that alone, like she did with him.

His body flattened against hers, pressing her into the rough brick and making the stone scrape at her skin. Yet, that bite of pain was quickly overcome by his weight on hers, the scent of his cedar and spice cologne, and the way his gaze looked boring into hers.

Like he’d fuck her right there.

And she’d love it.

“Well,” he said quietly, strong hands gliding up her thighs and pushing the fabric of her gray, stretchy pencil skirt higher as they went, “that’s why I’m turning off the phone so no calls come through.”

God.

Her pussy was wet.

Had to be.

Since the restaurant.

Now, though?

Her thong was ruined.

“Someone might see us, you know.”

Bene flashed a sexy grin. “You think?”

“Oh, are you an exhibitionist, or …?”

“Nah, I am whatever you need me to be, Vanna. That’s the thing—this is all about you, now. Your show. You want me to fuck you slow, make you come ten times, and eat you when I’m done? I’ll do that. Do you want me to fuck you where the neighborhood can watch you scream my name? Let’s go. Or how about I get you into my place, strip you naked, spank your ass until it’s red, and use you like you want me to, huh?”