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I slid my hand down the side of his neck and along his shoulder, and I was thrilled to see a small shudder ripple through him.

We were on the bed, then, naked. His body was large, pinning me down, and I loved the feel of his weight on top of mine. My thighs fell open for him, and his hips settled between them. He was thick and hard, his need for me reflecting my own, but his eyes found me again, and I could fall into those eyes and fall forever.

“Ben,” I whispered.

He balanced his weight on one arm, the muscles rippling under the skin as he held himself up, and with his other hand, he stroked my cheek. His cock slipped between my legs, his tip at my entrance, and a shudder of anticipation ran through me.

God, I’d missed everything about him. I’d missed his eyes, the curve of his Cupid’s bow, the way he cocked an arrogant smile. I’d missed his body pressed against mine, the weight of him anchoring me.

I reached up to his face, reveling in the realness of him.

He pushed into me; I let out a moan until he was buried to the hilt, and I shivered around the size of him. He filled me up, stretching me, and my body settled around him.

When he started moving, the friction set my body on fire. My skin burned hot and everywhere we touched, it felt like electricity flowed between us.

He kissed me, and his lips were soft, so soft, and his kisses were sweet and tender.

My breath quickened, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer, and our movements became faster and more frantic, as if we couldn’t get enough of each other.

He kissed the side of my neck and buried his face in my hair.

My orgasm was building, a deep pressure inside me that was getting harder and harder to control.

“Ben,” I moaned.

His hips ground against mine, and he slid deeper into me, his movements faster. He pushed me closer and closer to the edge, and I gasped and moaned as the fire inside me turned into a roaring furnace.

As the orgasm rolled through my body, the world went silent. There was nothing but the sensation of him and the way his body fit against mine, his skin against my skin, his cock deep inside me, his hand on my breast.

I cried out, the heat washing over me, and I woke up from the orgasm.

I curled on the bed, shivering and trembling from the intensity of the dream, the heat of the orgasm. I rode the wave of pleasure and arched my back before rolling onto my side.

When I blinked my eyes open, I was alone in my room. The covers were twisted and tangled around me, but Ben wasn’t here.

A feeling of loneliness followed in the wake of the orgasm, and I sat up.

I took deep breaths, trying to slow down my breathing, trying to calm down.

He wasn’t here. He wasn’t in my life.

I was alone.

I pulled the covers over myself again and shivered, cold now that the dream, the warmth, the togetherness had melted away, and I covered my face with my hands, wishing that the dream had been real and Ben was here with me to hold me and tell me that everything was going to be okay.

37

BEN

“Hey, man,” Chris said, walking into my office.

I looked up from a document I was reading, surprised to see him.

“You’re venturing far from home,” I said.

Chris snorted. “Don’t be an ass. I can talk to my brother if I want to, you know. I don’t have to be chained to the workshop.”

He dropped himself into one of the chairs facing me, shifted the other chair with his foot so it turned, and propped one leg up on the seat, getting comfortable.