Your Forever Love (The Bennett Family 3)

“Deal.” He pushes my kimono off my shoulders and drums his finger on the bare skin below my neck. His brow is furrowed as if he’s considering something.

“What?” I squirm in his lap, trying to get a feel for the situation. Oh, yeah, there’s definitely a hard situation. This man’s libido is working in overdrive, and I love it.

“So, do we have to scratch the back, or can it be something else?” He kisses my jaw, then my neck and descends the valley of my breasts. I lean back, giving him better access.

“‘Cause I have a much better suggestion.” He whispers the words seductively against my skin while he feathers his fingers over my nipples, turning them to hard nubs.

“Like what?” I meant to say the word as seductively as he did, but my voice is an uneven mess.

“This.” His thumb circles my sweet spot, applying pressure to it.

My hips instantly buck up as I cry out. “I… Ah. This is….”

“You can’t form full sentences, Ms. Bennett. Now, why would that be?”

His thumb continues to torture my bundle of nerves, and despite wanting to give this bastard a snappy reply, the only word making it past my lips is “Fuck.”

“Orgasms relieve stress, you know.” Eric’s eyes are hooded with desire, and I shudder when he pulls me to him, fisting my hair.

“Prove it,” I whisper. And he does.

***

“Thank God, it’s Friday,” I exclaim an hour later, dropping on Eric’s bed while munching on a slice of pizza.

“You should eat healthier,” Alice reprimands.

“Oh, stop being such a buzzkill. I intend to keep my unhealthy habits for as long as I can get away with it.”

“At least you’re showing up at the gym regularly,” Alice says appreciatively.

“Pick your shoes, so we can start our girls’ night,” I instruct. I’ve already decided on a dark blue sequin dress and white pumps. My sister is currently trying to decide whether she should go with black or golden strap sandals. Since the short dress she’s going to wear is also black, I’m in favor of the gold ones.

Eric enters the room, staring at the multiple pairs of shoes lined up in disbelief.

“What’s with the shoe parade?” he asks, and Alice shoots daggers at him with her eyes.

“Eric,” I warn. “If you know what’s good for you, you won’t say anything else.”

“Yeah,” Alice adds. “Don’t get between a woman and her shoes.”

Eric holds up his hands in defense, saying, “I’m open to learning. I won’t comment anymore.”

Alice whips her head in his direction, saying, “You’re a keeper.”

“Right,” Eric says. “I’ll leave you two to change.”

An hour later, Alice and I are ready, and we look sexy as hell, if I may say so.

“We’re ready,” I call out to let Eric know he can come into the bedroom if he needs to. Predictably, he steps in not two seconds later.

His eyes rake over my body, resting on my curves much longer than polite since we’re not alone, and for some reason, he sets his jaw. All right, I was expecting a compliment. I cock an eyebrow at him.

Alice catches the wordless exchange and eerily says, “I’ll wait for you in the living room.”

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Let me get this straight. Is a ‘girls’ night out’ code for picking up guys?”