Page 82 of Resisting the Temptation
Ben chuckles and steps further into the bathroom, kneeling by the tub where my head’s resting. “I don’t need you to do anything other than relax.” He pushes a button I didn’t see before, and the water begins to swirl and bubble while the jets hit me from all sides.
Ohhh, that feels nice.
Ben hands me my phone next. “Put on one of your spicy romance books or some relaxing music. I’ll be back when the food gets here.”
Then, he leans in like he’s going to kiss my forehead before he realizes what he’s doing and stops halfway and pulls back.
I shouldn’t be disappointed––I’m the one who made the rule. But I am.
I made the rule so I wouldn’t get attached. So things would be just sex—just physical. No attachments. No feelings.
But I’m already fucking attached. I already fuckingfeelthings.
Whatever is happening between us, the lines are getting blurred—who am I kidding? They’ve been blurred for a while. At this point, the line is dust, just waiting to get blown away by the next breeze. Holding hands in the car was so simple, but it had me picturing Sunday drives and holding hands in his work truck. My heartis demanding we ignore the lines I’ve drawn, pouting because it wants to give itself over to Ben completely.
I squeeze my eyes shut to stop from crying again, since this is a stupid thing to cry over. I did it to myself. I got myself into this, and I can’t be upset he’s a good guy and respects my boundaries, even if I want him to break them right now.
We’re adults. I could have an adult conversation with him and tell him I want to make an amendment to my limits, but I feel like it’s a recipe for disaster—especially since we’ll be sharing not only a room but abed.
He turned us into the goddamn one bed trope. That asshole.
At least we’ve already had sex. There’s no unresolved sexual tension to make sharing the bed unbearable. We won’t be staying awake, wondering who will break and make the first move.
I guess now, it’s a matter of who falls first.
Spoiler alert: it’ll be me.
Itisme.
I could be reading into every gesture, finding any reason to open my heart to the emotions I’ve kept locked away for so long.
Maybe the hand holding, the road trip, the tender way he’s been looking at me is just him taking care of his coworker because of his dad’s orders. Maybe he sees this as an opportunity for one last week of wild sex before he calls off our arrangement and I go back to the club to find another Dom. I hate that idea. I trust Ben with my body and my pleasure. I don’t want to start over with someone else.
I must’ve lost track of time because Ben knocks softly and opens the bathroom door with a tray of food.
I start to stand. “Let me just dry off and—”
“No, stay in the tub,” Ben commands, setting the tray on the bathroom counter.
“I can’t eat in the bathtub.”
“I’m going to feed you.”
“Feed me?I’m perfectly capable of feeding myself.”
Ben levels me with a stern look. “Do as you’re told,Dulzura.Let me feed you your dinner, then we can have dessert. I need you to be energized for what I have planned.”
“Yes, Sir.” My pussy clenches at the command in his tone. “But… how will you feed me and eat at the same time?”
Ben holds up a plate with some sort of wrap on it. “I can eat this one-handed. Don’t worry about me.”
I bite my lip and nod.
I can’t wait to see what he has planned.
Chapter 40
Ben
