Page 78 of A Stealthy Situation

We reach Benny’s room, and I kick the door closed behind us. I wasn’t lying when I said I missed him because our whole time apart, there’s been this deep ache in my chest telling me it’s not right.

Am I happy about the cheating? No. But I get how he got to the point he did, and now all I can do is take him at his word that he’s going to change.

And be there to help him do it.

Until then, I tug him against my body and lower my mouth to his.

It’s immediately electric. The type of high that feels like my body is expanding with helium. When Benny kisses me, I can shut the whole world out because there’s nothing more important than the way he clings to me. The way I can still need him so deeply even though he’s right here in front of me.

“How do you want it?” I murmur, not wanting to break my lips from his. Not wanting to be further apart than we need to be.

“I don’t care. I can do whatever. Top, bottom, side, I’m good with it all.”

Okay, that makes me pull back. “What the heck is a side?”

“A man who doesn’t like anal. Sure, I like it, but if you don’t, it’s not a deal breaker for me.”

I cup his sweet face in my hands. “Good to know. But I’ve done it before, and I’m more than ready to do it again.”

“Oh, really? You a big ol’ top, are you?” His pillowy lips curve evilly, and I can’t stop myself from biting into the bottom one. His little gasp is fucking musical, and I love how plump his lip feels as I drag it through my teeth.

“I’m good for whatever too. But I’ve never been fucked before, so I don’t know what to do.”

“What have you eaten today?”

That question takes me by surprise. “Ah … just breakfast. So far. Fruit and granola, why?”

He presses tighter against me. “I bet you’re a natural bottom. It’s like you knew you had to prepare for me.”

“So that was a good choice?”

Benny turns and pushes me down onto his bed. “Best choice. I wanna fuck you, if you’re cool with it.”

“Yeah.” I have no clue what to expect, but my dick is apparently ready to find out. “Definitely.”

He strips off his shirt, sending his blond hair wild and giving me the most delicious view of his toned body.

“I want to see you naked. Completely.”

“I will if you will. Just …” He reaches for his phone and fires off a text. “Need to give Em the heads-up to stay away unless he wants to see my bare ass.”

“I …” There’s so much I want to ask. Does Em come here often? Are their asses also identical, and if it is, would he really care about that? “Never mind.” The last thing I want when I’m with Benny is to be remembering there’s a fucking clone of him out there.

He unbuttons his shorts, shoving them down and kicking them off to the side. He’s right. He does have hockey thighs. And a hockey butt.

Damn, Benny.

Now all I need is for those boxer briefs to go so I can see the cock straining against them.

“Somehow, I’m more turned on than I’ve been in my whole life,” I say, hurrying to yank my shirt off and wriggle out of my jean shorts. “Fuck me.” I give myself a quick tug before going for my underwear.

Benny reaches out and places his hands over mine. “Let me.”

The rasp in his voice goes straight to my balls. It’s an incredible sound. I let go and lie back, tucking my hands under my head and lifting my ass a bit to make it easier for him.

His gaze is locked on my groin as he curls his fingers under the elastic band and slowly pulls them down.

Shit, it’s hot. The way he’s staring at me. His chest deepens with every exhale, and then his eyes flutter closed, and he leans in and wraps his lips around my tip.

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