We spent a few minutes catching up on each other's days, and chatted with Johnny for a bit. Before I knew it, Ben took the last sip of his drink.
"I'm sorry, but I have to get back. Why don't you come up about eight?" he asked, holding my hands in his. I hated to let go.
"Can't wait," I smiled, reaching up and kissing his perfect pink lips. God, I loved the way he tasted. Just a few more hours, just a few more hours...
I watched him walk toward the front of the room and out the door. I instantly missed him. I decided to order another glass of wine to keep myself occupied for the time being.
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When eight o'clock finally came, I stepped onto the elevator and rode up to the eighteenth floor. He quickly came to the door after I knocked, greeting me by pulling me in tight and crashing his lips to mine. I quickly went from surprised to full of desire. His hands ran up and down my back, finding the perfect resting spot on my ass. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him in place as I tasted him. His taste could never get old, I thought. He quickly picked me up, me wrapping my legs around his waist, never breaking our kiss. It was so hot how he could lift and hold me like that. I felt so small in his arms.
He set me down on the entryway table, my legs still open to him. He pulled my shirt up over my head, tossing it aside. His hands were so strong and quick, I barely knew what hit me. My back pressed against the wall mirror. I moaned as I felt his mouth move to my neck, kissing and nipping it lightly. His fingers moved quickly to my back, unhooking my bra with one swift motion. I brought his mouth back up to mine, my tongue wrapping around his. He moved his hands to my breasts, rolling my nipples with his thumbs until they were hard tiny buds. Who knew playing with that area could cause so much pleasure down below? I loved everything he was teaching me, and I wanted to learn more, much more.
I tried to quickly undo his buttons, pulling his shirt off his shoulders. I ran my hands up his smooth muscular chest, then brought my mouth down and licked where my hands had just traced. I loved the taste of his skin. I could hear the jingle of him taking off his belt and then his pants hitting the floor. He brought his mouth back to mine as he quickly pulled down my pants. Goosebumps appeared as his fingers danced lightly on my newly undressed skin.
I reached my hands to him, forcing his boxers to the floor, grabbing his hardness. I couldn't wait to get him inside me. I wriggled my panties down, kicking them aside, as he slammed into me. I cried out, taken aback by the fullness I felt. I wrapped my whole body around him as he started moving in and out. I gripped the flesh of his back tightly, trying to steady myself. I felt my body responding to him, quickly getting wetter. God, that felt awesome.
"Look down, Lace," he groaned between kisses.
I looked down, watching his thick hard cock moving in and out of my sex. That was really fucking hot. I brought my eyes up to him, lust pouring from them. I pulled his mouth to mine, devouring him. He reached his hand down, pressing and rubbing my clit. Yes, that's exactly the spot, fuck. I felt a familiar tightening feeling start to build. The pressure was intense, but it was the perfect amount. I was building quicker and quicker to my release. He suddenly stopped and pulled me off the table, twirling me so I faced forward, my hands splayed out on the table. I tried to hide my exasperation; why did he stop?
"I want you to see what I see, so fucking hot," he breathed as he entered me from behind.
I looked straight ahead at the mirror, watching his face contort with pleasure. He was right, it was so fucking hot. I noticed the smudge marks from my back being shoved against it. He reached his hand down between my legs again, pressing on my sex, building me back up towards my orgasm. I was already almost there from his onslaught earlier. All of it was so sexy, the surprise ambush, not even being able to get into the bedroom, being bent forward and made to watch us, I couldn't contain myself anymore. I tumbled over the edge of orgasm, my body tightening around him as I cried out his name.
"Oh I fucking love it when you come," he moaned.
I laid there on the hard table, the chill of the wood against my hot chest, as he continued his work. He had one hand gripping my ass, his fingers digging almost painfully into me. The other rubbed up my back to my neck, softly, his touch like a feather. My hips banged up against the table, walking that fine line between pleasure and pain. I savored it, leaning my head back into his hand, silently willing him to pull my hair. I felt him grab it in his fist, tugging lightly.
"Pull harder," I moaned. He pulled my head back roughly in response. God, it felt so good to be handled that way. He pounded harder and faster into me.
"Oh Lacey, I'm gonna come," he groaned.
"Oh do it baby!" I squeaked as he yelled out, releasing himself into me. I could feel his hot wetness shooting into my exhausted body. He gradually started slowing his movement.
He bent forward over me, gently kissing my neck, brushing my hair out of the way. The smooth skin of his chest brushed my bare back, giving me chills.
"You are incredible," he whispered.
"You are," I smiled, as we gently stood up. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't wait to have you," he said into my hair.
I smiled into his chest. "No need to apologize." Seriously, that had been incredibly hot.
"Here, let's get you dressed." He bent down and gathered up my clothes.
"Thanks," I said, taking the pile.
We quickly got dressed and walked into the living room. I couldn't help but think, what do we do now? What could possibly follow that?
"You know, I haven't had a proper tour," I said, grabbing his hand.
"You're right," he smiled, following me. "Well over here is the dining room." We popped in to the room adjacent the kitchen. It was mostly cream colored with red and gold accents, but had the most beautiful wooden table. I suddenly pictured me carrying a tray of food, setting it on the table. My parents and grandparents sat around it, talking and laughing. I stepped over to Ben, kissing his cheek, as he reached his hand up to mine. Whoa, it's probably way too soon to be having these fantasies.
I shook my head. "Very nice," was all I could manage to say.
We then stepped toward the hallway I hadn't been down.
"Down this way are two guest bedrooms, the office, and the gym." He opened up the first door, revealing a large bedroom with a queen bed, a dresser, flat screen, and two lounge chairs. The next room had a similar set up.
"This was the infamous Todd and Shannon room," he joked.
"Wow, sound really travels," I smiled. Seriously though, maybe he should look into switching some rooms around.
He lead me down the hallway further, showing me two full baths and his office, which housed a large wooden desk and walls lined with books. I felt my insides tighten thinking about what I would like to do across that desk. God, I had just had sex ten minutes ago, and I couldn't wait to do it again. What was this man doing to me?
The last stop was his gym, which had a full weight set, an elliptical and a treadmill.
"This would be so convenient!" I said. I knew I needed to exercise more. I was definitely not a runner, but the elliptical could come in handy. And going to a gym was just so cumbersome.
"You're welcome to come and use it anytime you like," he smiled.
It seemed like so much room for one man. Well there was another person living here not too long ago, I reminded myself. I shuddered slightly, pushing those thoughts way to the back of my mind.
We headed back into the living room, and settled next to each other on the couch. My heart warmed as he put his arm around me. Everything just felt so comfortable. I beamed.
"What are you smiling about?" he asked.
"I'm just really happy," I said, nuzzling into him.
He kissed the top of my head. "Me too, Lace."
We watched an episode of Breaking Bad and decided to call it a night. We hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. I changed into an undershirt of his, and climbed into bed. He crawl
ed in next to me; we laid facing each other. He brought his hand up, gently stroking my arm. It reminded me of the first night we slept together.
"We won't be able to have a sleepover the next three nights," I pouted. "The shitty part about working night shift."
"That is shitty," he smiled. "You should quit."
I poked him playfully in the chest. "Ha ha," I laughed.
"Alright, well if that's not an option, what time do you get home in the morning?"
"Usually about seven thirty," I replied.
"Come see me then," he said, adjusting his head on his pillow. "I'll make coffee, regular for me and decaf for you."
"Really?" I asked, my eyes lighting up.
"Yes, three whole days without you would be too long," he smiled, bringing his hand to my face, brushing his thumb on my temple. I closed my eyes, savoring his touch.
What an incredibly sweet idea. I loved knowing I wouldn't have to wait so long to see him. I didn't think my heart could take it.
"It's a date then." I reached up and kissed him. "And since we won't be having any more sleepovers for a few nights, we should make the most of this one."
A huge grin crossed Ben's face as he rolled over, pinning me to the bed, pressing his lips to mine.
Chapter 14
It was seven twenty seven a.m. I knocked on Ben's door, trying to stifle a yawn. He answered quickly, inviting me in. I suddenly perked up seeing him dressed and ready for work, in a crisp white dress shirt, skinny black tie and dress pants. His hair was still wet from his shower and he had that ever existent five o'clock shadow. He lead me into the kitchen.
"Coffee?" he asked, handing me a mug.
"Thank you," I smiled.
"How was your night?" he asked, bringing his cup to his lips.
I sighed. "Exhausting. Sometimes it's worse when we're not very busy. There's what we call the bewitching hour, about four a.m., where you just hit a brick wall and can't stay awake. And I haven't recovered fully from that. But tonight should be better, the first night back is always hard," I explained. I was incredibly exhausted, but I couldn't miss our coffee date.
"Poor baby," he said, bringing me to him, kissing my forehead.
"I know," I pouted, wrapping my arms around him, breathing him in. "Ah, I could just fall asleep right here."
He ran his fingers up and down my back. He really would put me to sleep if he kept soothing me like that. "I know, I wish I didn't have to run. My bed felt empty last night."
"Aw, you missed me, huh?" I smiled, peeking up at him.
His eyes met mine. "I did." He bent down and kissed me.
I closed my eyes, allowing his tongue in my mouth, feeling my heartbeat quicken. He pinned me up against the counter as his kiss grew more intense, hungry. I reached my arms up, running my fingers through his hair as his hands moved to the back of my neck. I felt his growing bulge press into me, rubbing near my sensitive sex. He suddenly pulled away, leaving me breathless. Well that certainly woke me up.
"I'm so sorry," he said, his breathing ragged. He held my head in his hands. "As much as I would love to continue what we were doing, I have a meeting at eight, I can't be late." God damn it.
I ran my finger up his chest and played with his tie. "It's ok." Well now I was awake and horny.
He brought my eyes up to meet his. "To be continued," he smiled. His words were full of promise.
"Yes." I grabbed my coffee off the counter, taking a drink, trying to contain my smile. "Well if you have a meeting at eight, you'd better get going."
He glanced over at the clock on the oven. "Shit. You're right. Can I walk you down to your place?"
My heart felt like it could bubble over. "You don't have to do that. I don't want you to be late."
"It's no problem," he said, smiling, pulling me by the hand toward the front door.
We rode the quick elevator ride down to my floor, and stopped in front of my door.
"Good night, Lace," he said, stroking my cheek. He bent forward and kissed me softly. I hated to pull away.
"Good night," I smiled, heading inside, begrudgingly shutting the door. I leaned my back against it for a moment, running my finger over my lips. Two more nights, I thought. Two more nights until we get to finish what we started.
I hastily changed into pajamas and jumped into my bed, falling quickly into a deep and satisfied sleep.
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It was three forty five a.m. It was another slow night, and I was sitting at the nurse's station, thinking happily about the surprise I woke up to this evening:
I rolled sleepily out of bed at five thirty p.m. I still wasn't sure what to eat when I got up at that time. Should I eat breakfast or dinner foods? I wandered into my kitchen, opening up my cupboards, staring blankly ahead. Nothing looked good. I finally decided on a box of macaroni and cheese. It would be quick and easy before leaving for work.
I got the water boiling, and poured in the pasta. I stood, hovering over the stove, stirring the pasta mindlessly with a wooden spoon. My mouth opened wide, allowing a giant yawn to escape. I hated working night shift.
I jumped, nearly dropping the spoon, when I heard a knock at my door. My heart started to race. Was that Ben? He was always usually still at work at this point. I stepped quickly to the door, pulling it open. My heart sank slightly as I saw a man I didn't recognize. But he was holding a gorgeous bouquet of pink roses.
"Lacey Singer?" he asked.
I shook my head excitedly. "Yes."
"Here you are." I took the flowers from him, having a difficult time containing my grin.
I shut the door to the hallway, inhaling the fresh scent. They were the most beautiful shade of pink. The perfect medium between pale and hot pink. I set the vase down on the counter, unwrapping the tiny envelope attached. "Counting down the hours until I see you again. -Ben."
My cheeks started to hurt from the smile that crossed my whole face. I hastily turned the stove off, and ran into the bedroom for my phone. I quickly dialed Ben's number.
He answered on the first ring. "Hey beautiful."
"Hello to you." You wonderful, wonderful man.
"How are you?" he asked. I could tell he was waiting for me to bring up the flowers.
"I'm great, other than the fact that I'm not with you." I walked my fingers along my legs, stalling.
"Well that's good to hear. I wish I was with you too."
I grinned. "Thank you for the roses, they're beautiful."
I heard him smile through the phone. "You're very welcome."
"Seriously, how did you know pink roses were my favorite? I don't remember ever telling you that." I had always liked pink roses better than red ones. The red ones just always seemed so generic.
"You didn't, I just thought these fit you. They match the color of your cheeks."
I giggled, feeling my cheeks turn the color he was talking about. "I love them."
"I'm glad to hear it." I wished I could jump through the phone and kiss him. I hated knowing I couldn't see him until Friday, and even then, it wouldn't be until after I got done working at Johnny's.
"Well I'm sorry I won't get to see you for another two nights. I miss you."
"I miss you too." God, I felt like my heart may burst. I had seen him just this morning, but it wasn't enough. It was like I was addicted to him.
"Well I'm about to eat my dinner, macaroni and cheese. But I wanted to call and say thank you."
"Sounds delicious," he laughed. "That sounds like something I would make."
"I can definitely do better than mac and cheese. I'll have to show you sometime." Any excuse to spend more time with him, I thought.
"I'll have to take you up on that." Please do.
"Well I'll let you go. Thank you again."
"You're welcome. Have a good night at work."
"Thanks. Talk to you later."
"Good night Lacey."
"Good night Ben."
I hung up, my grin even bigger than before. I walked back to
the kitchen, fixing the rest of my dinner, admiring my surprise gift from my thoughtful boyfriend.
I was suddenly pulled from my reverie when the charge nurse, Anne, came up to me.
"Lacey, security just called up and said you had a visitor," she said gruffly. She sat down in the rolling desk chair next to me, her thighs splaying out like tree trunks.
My eyes widened. "A visitor?" I looked up at the clock.
"Yeah, he says he's your boyfriend. Do you want security to turn him away?"
What? What would Ben be doing here at four o'clock in the morning? "No, oh my gosh, I'm just surprised. Tell them he can come up. Is it ok?" I asked anxiously. Two surprises in one day?
She scratched her gray hair with one finger, her face scrunched in thought. "Yeah, you can take a short break, I'll watch your patient."
"Oh my gosh, thank you!" I tried unsuccessfully to hide my excitement as I waited for the unit doors to open. A few moments later, Ben's gorgeous face came through them, a carrier with multiple cups of coffee in his hand. He beamed as he spotted me at the desk. I quickly got up and greeted him.
"Hey, what are you doing awake?" I asked, my grin stretching from ear to ear.
"Well you said this was your tired hour, or whatever it's called."
"Bewitching hour, yes," I replied. I brought my hands up in a steeple at my chest.
"So I thought I'd bring you coffee, help you get through it," he said, offering me a cup. He still had a sleepy look in his eyes; coupled with the sweet gesture, he could not have been more adorable.
I reached out and grabbed it, at a loss for words. I was smiling like an idiot. "Well thank you so much, I am so surprised."
"You're very welcome." He smiled his typical bright white smile.
I looked around at the crowd of co-workers gathering at the desk. "This is my boyfriend Ben. He brought me coffee." I could feel my cheeks transitioning to their usual rosy color.
"Actually I wasn't sure how many of you would be working, but I picked up a few extra," he said, placing the carrier on the desk.
"Well what a gentleman you are," smiled Anne, taking a cup. The other girls followed suit. I just beamed up at him.
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