Chapter 25: Don’t Hurt Me
“Just, what are you doing in my bed?” He was naked and sported a semi-smile. I absorbed the man with my hungry eyes and studied every part of his chiseled body, relishing his muscled humps.
“I wanted to see you. You’re my drug. I’m addicted to you, Benry.” He winked at me, which was a keyhole to his soul for me, but he didn’t know that. Nor did he know that he was tucked away in my heart, which overflowed with passion, lust, and an unlimited magnetism. The man was a cyclone of unstoppable heat.
“You shouldn’t be here, Just. Put your clothes on and—”
“Come here,” he ignored me and challenged, and patted the empty space beside him on the bed.
I couldn’t help myself and needed nothing less than our bare bodies to collide. My hunger for him was overpowering. Hone
