“I can’t hear any noise from His Lordship.”

“I fed him when I got up. He was already pacing like a puma in the corridor,” Ben grins before dragging the shaver over his cheeks again.

“You do realise that you’re his submissive,” I giggle.

“Only to him,” he winks before wiping the last of his shaving foam off as I rinse my mouth. “Can I get a minty fresh morning kiss then?” He pulls me into his arms.

“Ben, don’t you want breakfast?” I try to protest.

“It’s just after seven. Furball has been fed. We could climb back into bed for a bit?” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“We’re not bunnies,” I laugh, but at the same time I have to hold myself back from jumping him like a cat in heat at the thought of yet another amazing orgasm. How many has it been in the last twenty-four hours. Three, four?

He can read me like a book and knows he’s won. Smiling, he leans in, his lips lingering against mine as he deepens the kiss. I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer, losing myself in the sensation of his mouth on mine.

His hands start to wander lower down my body, stroking my sides before moving up to cup my breasts through the thin fabric of my nightie. My nipples harden instantly under his touch sending a jolt of desire straight to my core.

I moan softly into his mouth as his hands continue their exploration, sliding down over my stomach to rest between my thighs. He presses his palm against me, applying just the right amount of pressure to make me gasp with pleasure.

“I want you,” he whispers against my lips, his voice husky with desire.

I look into his eyes and see raw passion burning in them. I can feel my own desire building with each passing second until it’s all-consuming, leaving no room for rational thought.

“Yes!”

He nods and walks me back to the bed.

“Bend over,” he demands. Oh goody, my PD is here.

“Yes, sir,” I reply and place my arms on the mattress. Ben grabs a condom from the bedside table and slides it on as he walks back to me.

“Stunning,” he groans as his finger slides along my spine before he cups my backside with both of his hands.

“This will be a quick one, Amelia, since you want breakfast,” he chuckles. Bastard!

He leans down to kiss my neck as he positions himself and slides his hard cock into my burning pussy. This is an angle we haven’t tried before, and I like it. Every thrust hits me just right, just where I want it. My breath catches in my throat at the exquisite sensation of being filled by him once more and I cling tightly to the sheet as he begins to move.

His thrusts are slow and deep at first, gradually increasing in speed and intensity as we become lost in our shared passion. The room is filled with the sound of our moans mingling as we move as one.

I feel a familiar tightening deep inside me that tells me I’m getting close, and I know Ben is too from his ragged breathing.

“Rub your clit, Amelia,” he orders.

“Yes, sir,” I gasp and moan out loud when I draw the first circle around the swollen nub.

The combination of my fingers on my clit and his hard cock pounding into me is enough to send me hurtling over the edge. I cry out his name as my orgasm crashes over me, my body shaking with the force of it.

He follows me a few seconds later, his hips jerking forward as he spills himself into the condom with a hoarse cry.

I crawl under the duvet and Ben follows me once he has disposed of the condom. We lie in each other’s arms, breathing heavily as we come down from our shared high.

“I love you,” he says softly, breaking the silence. I pull him to me and kiss him. I can’t say the words. Not yet. Something is holding me back but I hope the kiss is enough to show him that I am his and his alone.

24

All Of Me

Ben

"Want more juice?" Amelia peeks around the fridge door. She is wearing an oversized T-shirt that hangs to mid-thigh. Her hair is in a messy bun and she has fluffy pink socks on. She looks so delicious and what I really want is her and not sodding orange juice.

I grin. "Yes, sure."

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She pours juice in my glass and slides on the stool next to me.

"You look mouth-watering," I place soft kisses on her neck and nibble on her earlobe. My hand slides under her shirt. I can’t get enough of her.

"Ben! Not again! Have some self-restraint." Her protest is followed by a moan as I pinch her nipple. I'm about to take her shirt off when the doorbell chimes.

"Who’s that?" she whispers between kisses.

"Don't know, but they can bugger off," I gently bite her bottom lip but the arsehole at the door doesn't get the message. Whoever it is now has their finger on the bell nonstop .

"Fuck," I swear and get off the stool. "Stay here," I order.

"Are you mad, look what I'm wearing?" Before I can stop her, she slips pass me and runs up the stairs. I shake my head.

"Hold your horses," I shout and pull open the door. I'm faced with Coop. His face is thunderous. "Hey."

"What. The. Actual. Fuck. Ben!" he shouts and for one moment I'm worried he'll punch me. But then he gets a hold of himself. It helps that Lizzie puts a calming hand on his back.

"Maybe come in and shout at me inside, so you don't give my neighbours a reason to gossip," I exhale and head back to the kitchen. I have a suspicion I know what that is about.

"Want a cuppa?" I ask Coop and Lizzie as they join me in the kitchen. Lizzie grins and gives me a thumbs up but Coop is just glaring at me.

"I take it Neil called you?" I ask tentatively.

"What the fuck, Ben! Why did you cancel the deal? You could have at least spoken with me about it. I can't believe this! We have been business partners for over fifteen years and friends even longer, and you just go and cancel a major deal without even talking to me."

Furball shoots into the kitchen and sits down next to me as if to protect me.

"Oh, that cat is adorable," Lizzie coos and bends down to stroke him. My bodyguard immediately surrenders his protective position and drops on his side for some patting from her.

"Sugar?" I ask Lizzie and she nods. She and I know we need to let Coop vent. He hardly ever loses his cool, and when he does, he just needs to vent.

"Hello? Is anyone listening to me? Ben, forget the freaking tea and tell me what the fuck happened," he shouts even louder with his arms crossed.

"Coop—"