by Arthurs, Nia
Chapter 3
One thing led to another.
She’d heard that excuse a hundred times, mostly from her cheating exes who couldn’t keep it in their pants and decided that vague apologies could stop her frying pan from bashing their heads in.
Tonight definitely didn’t give anyone a pass for cheating, but at least now she could understand what her slimy ex-boyfriends probably meant.
Hookups were not her thing. But this… something stronger than gravity drew her to Benson. Made her want to feel every inch of his skin. Flesh against flesh. Hard against soft.
Harlot. Maybe she was.
Hypocrite. That too.
Only a few hours ago, she was whining about the male species and kissing dating goodbye.
Although this, technically, wasn’t a date, Benson wasn’t her boyfriend, and she wouldn’t see him again. If you looked at it objectively, she wasn’t breaking any rules here.
Even if she was, Carrie couldn’t find the time or breath to care. Like the tide that followed the muses of the moon, she and Benson flowed into each other. It was natural. Easy. And so toe-curlingly good.
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