Page 20 of Misbehaving

“Call my secretary. We’ll see if I can fit you into my schedule.” He winked at her. Neither Heaven nor Hell nor pre-wedding festivities was going to keep him out of Beatriz’s bed and body this week.

Ben took Beatriz’s breasts in his hands and held them while he moved against her and inside her and with her. She’d already had her orgasm, but she still moved, raising her hips to meet his thrusts, coaxing him on and on. He lost himself inside her, lost all self-consciousness, all nervousness, all fear. Their bodies merged seamlessly. He belonged inside her. Long, slow strokes turned into sharp, hard, fast thrusts. He pounded into her shamelessly, mercilessly, her hungry sounds of pleasure driving out any fear that she wasn’t enjoying this as much as he was. On his knees, leaning over her with his hands on her breasts, Ben came with a guttural grunt that did no justice to the incredible pleasure of the orgasm that shot through him from neck to knees.

He collapsed on top of Beatriz and rolled them onto their sides. For a long time they merely lay together in a tangle of arms and legs as they tried to catch their breath.

Ben felt a sense of peace, of perfect happiness coming over him. They had only this week together and he was determined to spend every free second inside her.

“So…” he said at last as Beatriz stretched out next to him, her thigh over his stomach, her head on his chest where it belonged.

“So?”

“That was chapter two?”

“Chapter two,” she said.

“How many chapters are in this book?”

“Twenty.”

“Wedding’s in five days. Twenty chapters. Four chapters a day.”

“We can skip some.”

He shook his head. “Oh, no, if we’re going to review this book, we’re going to review it right.”

Beatriz laughed and laid her head back on his chest.

“I love my job,” she said.

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