Ben's whole sob story of him not being quite as experienced was total and utter lies.

It felt weird to admit it, but already I was very much convinced he was the best I'd ever had, the best person I'd ever been with despite everything, as well as incredibly capable of performing exceptionally well in bed.

"Feels good?" Hot and heavy puffs of air left his lips and brushed the sensitive skin at the base of my neck as he moved inside me ever so deliciously.

"Yes, God... stop asking," I almost moaned out, completely surrounded by him in the most sinful and intimate ways.

I had never felt like this before, and it frightened me to realise how hooked on him I was. This wouldn't just be a one time thing, as much as I would have liked it to be, because I couldn't imagine myself giving him up and not seeing where this could go. It was way too soon for me to be feeling like this, so I simply blamed it on how good he was making me feel right now.

I felt his plump lips form a grin against my skin, before he kissed me there slowly and hotly, making my eyes flutter shut as I bit my lower lip from moaning out. He hit a particularly deep spot inside me, and I tugged at the roots of his soft and disheveled hair to get him to look at me.

This felt as if I was in some sort of a dream, and it confused me even more. I had feelings for him.

"Kiss me," I managed to murmur out before his lips met mine hungrily, already thinking the same thing.

A low groan rumbled up from his chest and was muffled against my lips, his thrusts gaining a tiny hint of speed. He was close, but I had been fighting back my orgasm for a few minutes now. I didn't even remember the last time I'd orgasmed during sex.

"You're so bloody sexy, Sofia," he spoke into our kiss, with one hand by my head supporting himself up on top of me while his other hand moved along my bare side, trailing up to cup my breast.

I hummed in reply, letting my hands discover his deliciously well toned body at the same time. I could feel how the muscles in his back clenched and flexed with each heart-achingly pleasurable movement he made, and almost lost it there and then.

My hands moved down his back, reaching to squeeze his bum, which clenched with each deep thrust he gave me. From there, I pulled him even closer and deeper inside me, which caused me to moan out breathlessly.

My action took him aback, and he moved back over to leave hot and openmouthed kisses along my neck.

"Fuck. Don't touch my ass, Sofia.."

I felt his teeth graze the side of my neck, and I didn't know if it was his impeccable assault on that magical spot inside me or his deep voice, or everything about this and him combined that pushed me over the edge, but just then a hot wave of pleasure washed over me and made my toes curl as I reached my orgasm.

"Oh, God..." I tugged him roughly from his hair to kiss me again, muffling out my moans and breathless cries into the almost punishing kiss, "Ben, I-I-"

"That's it, baby," he grunted, his thrusts growing sloppier as he pulled back to watch me, "you're so good."

My vision grew hazy, surely looking nothing less than very crude, lewd and very satisfied. Ben's hypnotising darkened eyes moved down from mine, drinking me in before watching how he was disappearing inside of me.

In that moment I found him utterly beautiful. All his walls had come down; he was baring himself completely to me, literally and figuratively. His hair was messy and his cheeks were tinted with a soft and light red, lips parted with heavy breaths leaving them.

"Shit," he groaned out lowly and finally, once he hit his high as well.

After prolonging both our orgasms as long as he could, he sat down between my thighs to pull out of me slowly, watching his actions intently.

"That was amazing," I found myself speaking, my voice not much louder than a whisper.

He glanced up at me with a boyish grin, truly looking like a masterpiece. His cool exterior remained, but he seemed much less tense now and more carefree.

I lifted myself up onto my elbows once he got off the bed to rid himself of the condom, but then decided I felt very spent after that ordeal, and hoped to maybe cuddle with him. I had never cuddled with anybody after sex, or cuddled in general, as a matter of fact.

I gulped down my worrying thoughts, fearing attachment too much to be able to comprehend how I was to feel or where this would now go.

I turned on to my side, lazily watching as he threw away the condom and then turned to study me. I couldn't help myself as I drank in his body, each muscle and crevice, every little detail.

I felt incredibly satisfied, but I still felt a need for him, and slowly began to realise it was much deeper than just lust.

"Do you wanna take a shower with me?" He cocked his eyebrow, seeming amused at my state, "how alive are you on a scale of one to ten?"

I managed out a small laugh and motioned for him to come back to the bed, "cuddle me."

Ben's smile faded and he looked almost uncomfortable for a second. He didn't protest, though, and made his was to lay behind me.

Slowly but surely we ended up in a position with him spooning me from behind.

"Like this?" His low voice sent a warm tingle down my spine. I closed my eyes and softly smiled to myself.

"Yes." I was oddly very comfortable with this, his arm holding me against his front from over my waist and his legs brushing against the backs of mine.

I shifted backwards a little to be completely against him, enough to feel his softening member against my bum.

"I'll get hard again if you move more, sweetheart," he left a small kiss on my bare shoulder, but I felt too comfortable to care.

Before I could stop it, I found myself falling asleep, tired of holding back from what he wanted with me, because on some level I desperately wanted it too.

—

I woke up not long after, my nap being an extremely short one because of Ben shifting behind me and pulling away.

"Shit, sorry..." he muttered after realising he'd woken me up, "are you okay?"

I slowly turned to lay on my back to be able to see him peering curiously down at me, now sitting up a little.

"I'm okay. Are you?" I asked him gently, bringing one hand to softly brush against his hard torso.

"I'm fine. Do you regret it?" Ben seemed genuinely very intent on knowing this, his dark eyes searching mine closely.

I couldn't help but giggle lightly, "no. I don't think I do, actually. It feels weird."

"Yeah."

He had to be feelings this too. Sure, I had felt things for him before, but it had just been attraction and a small crush. This was something more.

"What's your plan for today?" He then asked me, free hand brushing my hair behind my ears while his gaze concentrated on the action carefully.

"I don't know. I should go see your father and send out a few more applications..."

He chuckled to himself absentmindedly and met my eyes again, "what do I need to do to have you stay working for me, Sofia?"

I offered him a sympathetic smile, both knowing that it wouldn't work, especially after us having had sex.

When Ben figured I wouldn't give him an answer, he continued, "you're spending the day here. We can go to dinner in the evening or to that new opera, whatever you like."

I hesitated for a moment. To avoid feelings and getting things all messed up it would be smart to just leave now, but I really didn't want to.

"That sounds lovely, Ben," I told him genuinely, agreeing with a small nod before adopting a more playful tone, "is this the treatment all the women get after sleeping with you?"

"I sneaked out of the first girl's bedroom once she'd fallen asleep and kind of didn't talk to her again..." he shrugged dismissively and my brows furrowed, not having expected such an upfront answer, "the second one was my girlfriend in college. She was after my family's money. I don't think she even loved me."

"Oh, wow," I had no idea what to reply with, not having expected this to turn into some kind of a therapy session, "I don't know what to say. First, I feel terrible for the girl you sneaked out on, it's not nice. Second, I feel terrible for you for having someone like that in your life. I'm sorry."

"It's all good, sweetheart," he grinned and surprised me by leaning down to kiss me quickly, "come take a shower with me."

It took me a second to process everything and with a very unattractive string of awkward stretches, I got up from the incredibly comfortable bed after him.

"I have a job for you for tomorrow night, by the way," Ben began lowly as we made our way to his en suite, his arms snaking around my waist and hugging me from behind, making it increasingly hard to walk without stumbling.

I laughed lightly, unable to understand what a good mood this not having to hold back from him had put me in.

"Sure. With who?" I leaned back against him, feeling his member once again pressed against my behind.

"Tony Prince," he murmured casually and left a small kiss onto my shoulder.

My smile faded and I froze.