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“Dammit,” Ben said after one glance at her.
“Hello to you, too, stranger,” she said, letting him in the room.
“Sorry. I had shorts on and then I thought it was too casual.”
“It’s just lunch. And it’s July. And you have great calves.”
“I told myself all of that.”
“Start listening to yourself,” she said and kissed him. “Here. How about this?” Beatriz pulled off her shirt and shorts, took off her bra, and changed quickly into a strappy sundress. “Feel better now?”
“I just saw your boobs.”
“So…?”
“I feel much better now.”
They walked into the hotel restaurant together. Ben wanted to walk in holding Beatriz’s hand but she’d been hesitant to even go to lunch with him. He decided not to push it. He hadn’t told anyone that he and Beatriz were having sex this week. No one knew, and apparently Beatriz wanted to keep it that way.
“Hi, kiddos,” Henry said as they took their places at the table. “You all find something fun to do last night? Movie? Evening stroll?”
“No, we just fucked a lot,” Beatriz said after putting in an order for tea.
Ben nearly choked on his water. Henry and Claudia laughed. Apparently they both were well aware of what the two of them had been up to.
“Sorry,” Ben swallowed his water without further incident. “I tried to talk her into the movie, but she would have nothing of it. She used and abused me instead.”
“Poor dear,” Claudia said, patting his cheek. “You can stay with me and Henry. We won’t let the big bad Bea hurt you anymore.”
“Thank you, Claudia. I appreciate that. Your sister’s an animal,” Ben said, and Beatriz put an ice cube down the back of his shirt.
Lunch was a festive affair, everyone talking and laughing at once. Ben gorged on food. He usually never ate this much, but he figured he’d lost about two pounds just in semen in the past twenty-four hours. Might as well dive in. The rest of lunch he spent talking with the other groomsmen, friends of Henry’s from his work. He already knew Mark, Henry’s brother. They all promised Mark they would not allow the wedding planner to oust him as best man just because he was shorter than the rest of them. Mark thanked them profusely. He said that it was only fair that Henry got the height gene as he took the brains gene. Henry agreed.
Even as they talked and joked, Ben kept glancing over at Beatriz. The sun had come out and cast a golden light through the windows. He couldn’t stop staring at this beautiful woman and remembering how she’d looked naked underneath him, her skin flushed with desire, her nipples hard and her breasts pert, her flat stomach quivering from an orgasm as her clitoris pulsed against his fingers.
And then Ben had an erection.
Dammit.
He willed it away by concentrating on his drink, on his conversation, on the faces of the other groomsmen. He looked at Henry making an obscene gesture with a French fry. That helped. Erection gone. He kept his eyes off Beatriz. This was lunch, a wedding lunch. He needed to focus on his groomsman duties and not think about Beatriz or sex or anything of the sort.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around he saw Beatriz standing behind him. She handed him a note written on a paper napkin and left the restaurant.
He opened the note.
Come fuck me, it read.Chapter four is waiting for us.
Far be it from him to disobey the direct order of a napkin.
“Gotta go, guys,” he said. “Duty calls.”
