Page 40 of Yours, Unexpectedly

“Stop smiling! I’m serious!” Okay so the hand apparently didn’t hide my smile.

“We did have sex, Bex. Just because it’s not penetrative doesn’t mean it’s not sex—I expected better from you than that heteronormative mindset,” I tease.

Her deadpan look has me holding back another grin. “While I appreciate the fact that you just rocked my world using only a vibrator, I am now two orgasms into this relationship and you’re still sitting at zero.”

This time I can’t hold the laugh back. I lean in and press a kiss to the tip of her nose while she continues to scowl at me. “I’m not just here to get my dick wet, babe.”

“Ugh! You’re infuriating!” She falls back on the bed, folding her arms over her eyes for dramatic effect. Her full tits look perfect like that, and although I stand by what I said, I’m really wishing I could flip her over and have my way with her.

But she’s not ready. We’re not ready. As much as she is sticking to this friends with benefits thing, I know that we are inevitable. And I refuse to rush us.

“Come on, drama queen. I think maybe I’m too good of a teacher because that was a great performance.” I drag her up until she’s sitting in my lap. “I’m staying the night tonight, so let’s get ready for bed and maybe watch a movie.”

That get’s her attention. “How the hell are you staying the night? Won’t Gabe notice when you aren’t home in the morning?”

“Maybe, but probably not. He’s never been the most perceptive. And also, that’s a risk I’m willing to take in order to spend some extra time with my girl.”

“Your girl, huh? I don’t think you get to make that claim yet.” Her scowl is more playful now, but I’m stuck on the word yet. It’s just one more confirmation that I’m right about us not having sex tonight.

“Fine, Baby Bardot. I’ll keep working to earn that right. Now let’s get ready for bed.”

She begrudgingly gets up and pulls on an oversized T-shirt that says “Feelin’ Moody” with a little cow on it and some flower print underwear. “What are you going to wear?”

“I usually sleep naked.” I waggle my eyebrows at her.

“Oh my God. Of course you do, because this is one giant test of my sanity.” She turns and walks out of the room.

“Wait! I’m kidding. I’ll sleep in my boxers!” I call, following her into the bathroom.

“Relax, killer, I’m just washing my face.”

“Two things. Will I ever get a different nickname? And holy shit, how many things do you need to wash your face?”

“One: probably not. Two: I like a good skincare routine—sue me!”

“A whole routine? What the fuck does that even mean?” I reach over and grab a light pink bottle, pushing on the top so a small dollop of cream looking stuff comes out. I go to wipe it on my face, but Bex’s hand shoots out and grabs my wrist before I make it that far.

“You’re doing it wrong. If you are going to use my expensive skincare, at least do it right.”

I put my hands up in surrender. “Fine, fine! Teach me your ways, oh wise one.”

“Well that”—she points to my hand—“is daytime moisturizer that you just wasted so rinse it off and we’ll get started.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I say with a wink. She mutters something that sounds like “infuriating,” which only makes me laugh.

We go through what ends up being a five step skincare routine, ending with a night moisturizer and some sort of oil because Bex says we need to look like a glazed donut. Her logic makes no sense, but I don’t question it.

“Hey, Bex?” I ask. “Have you ever noticed that all of these products just look like jizz?”

She pauses with her hand halfway to her face. “I will never be able to look at any of this stuff the same way again.”

There’s amusement in her eyes when she turns to me, and I can already tell I’m not going to like what she says. “You know, I could have ended the night with actual jizz on my face.”

Well, fuck. This girl is wearing me down faster than I anticipated. My knees literally buckle and I end up on them in front of her. I bury my face in her stomach and her hands immediately come to tangle in my hair. “I’ve seen the error of my ways. You’re a temptress. Take me to bed and have your way with me!”

“Get up you crazy man!” she demands on a chuckle with a light tug at my hair.

I stand and bend down to kiss her again—I can’t seem to keep my mouth away from hers. My lips move all over her face and down her neck, peppering her with sloppy marks of affection.

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