Page 51 of Only You and Me

The way you’d squirm when my mouth was on your beautiful pussy but beg me for more.

I take a drink of my water to wet my throat and buy myself a few seconds to gather my thoughts.Fuck, get it together, man.

“Like how much you love that sugary grape soda you always drank, how you’ll only use the Glide type dental floss because the waxy texture of the other brands annoys you, or how you hate getting anything sticky on you. Nothing major.”Or like how you moan and whimper right before you come.

Jesus Christ, what is my problem?

Trina says nothing, just watches me as she bites the corner of her lower lip. Right as I’m about to say something else to break up the silence, our server comes back to take our order. We go with a mushroom and onion pizza with a house salad for each of us and a pitcher of beer.

When the server walks away, I notice Trina wringing her hands and looking down at the table. She takes a deep breath, nods to herself, and looks up at me.

“So, something kind of happened today that could be pertinent to my… situation.”

I’m halfway to my mouth with my glass of water when her words make my arm freeze midair. After a second, I lower my cup to the table and lean toward her.

“Tell me.” She furrows her brow at my tone. “Please,” I add, softer.

“Well, do you remember the cop from Meadow Creek I danced with on New Year’s Eve?”

I huff. “Uh, yeah. One of my prime suspects?” I ask sarcastically. “And even if he wasn’t, I’m pretty sure I’ll never forget his face when you pulled him to you to dance that night.”

She chuckles. “That’s a weird thing to say. He has a normal face.”

“Yeah, maybe on a regular day, but that night he looked like he thought he struck gold. Fucker.”

“Why, Ben, were you a little jealous?” The teasing, almost flirty lilt in her voice fills my chest with a pleasant tingling sensation.

I’m one hundred percent sure she doesn’t expect honesty. But I’ve got to keep her on her toes, not wanting to be too predictable. “Hell yeah, I was jealous. I hated watching him get to touch you. Absolutely fucking hated it.”

“Well, good thing that sexy brunette kept you occupied and took your mind off me, huh?” she jokes. But her eyes are hardened and her smile is tight, forced almost.

“She did no such thing. I danced with her, sure. But I can promise that it was you I was watching all night. You had my attention, and I knew where you were and who you were talking to at any given minute.”

“Oh my God, you’re laying it on so thick and you are such a bullshitter.”

“I’m not. How do you think I knew to come chasing after you when you left the bar?”

Her eyes widen and a slight smile flits across her gorgeous mouth.

I pin her with my gaze, refusing to look away. I love when her cheeks flush a rosy pink.

She reaches up and grips her long, smooth ponytail in her hands and starts twirling it between her fingers. “Um. So, anyway, back to my story. John was outside my gym when I left today, leaning against his cruiser. And… and I think he had been waiting for me, though he didn’t outright admit that’s why he was there. He asked me out to dinner, too. I guess it could have been a weird coincidence, like he saw me walk in when he was driving by and waited. But, after the incident at the Valentine’s fundraiser I told you about before, I wasn’t sure.”

Anger and frustration make my blood boil. There is no part of me that thinks it was coincidental that he was waiting outside her gym. He just jumped to the top of my suspect list. As well as my shit list since he asked my wife to dinner…

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TRINA

“Palatial!” I yell out. I jump off my couch and fist pump the air since I finished the daily word jumble before Ben.

When we left Enzo’s, the night was still young, too early to go to bed for sure. So, when we got home—to my home, I mean—we locked up the house and made a friendly wager that whoever got the daily word jumble figured out first could make the other do one thing for them.

“Ugh,” Ben exaggeratedly moans. “What will you have me do, my liege?”

I smirk at him. “I want you to rub my,”—Ben smiles and his eyes suddenly twinkle—“My feet, you perv. For fifteen minutes, while we watch the next episode ofBridgerton.”

“Those smelly things?” he teases.

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