Benji shifted in the conference room chair. He was still a little sore from the pounding he got from Ben in the shower and sitting in this chair for hours wasn't going to help one bit.
It was like he could still feel a phantom Ben inside him. Not that he was complaining. He'd give it up to Ben anytime he wanted.
Ace Sinclair, the owner of Ace's Trucking and Storage Company, looked at Benji with a smirk. "You okay over there?" the older man asked.
"Yes, sir. I'm fine," Benji replied as he slunk down just a bit in his chair. He couldn't help the blush that crept up his cheeks. Good thing the lights were turned down. Maybe no one would see.
Benji tugged up the collar of his polo shirt and buttoned another button. Maybe they wouldn't notice the huge hickey at the base of his neck either.
