The Casual Rule by A.C. Netzel

something in your kitchen.”
    “You’re going to cook dinner for me?”
    “Yes, I’m going to feed you and then I’m taking you back to the bedroom.”
    “So much for one time only.” I laugh.
    “I lied earlier. Tonight’s a double header.” He covers his body over mine, nuzzling my neck with delicate kisses.
    “Again? We just finished.” This guy has some stamina if he can reload that quickly.
    He looks down at me, smirking, supporting his weight on his forearms. “Jesus, Julia. I’m only human. Give a guy a few minutes.”
    “Well then…I’m starving. Dazzle me with your culinary skills.”
    “You need more dazzling?” He playfully nibbles on my earlobe. My heart starts racing again. I was right; Ben Martin does things to me…especially a very naked Ben Martin.
    “What I need is food, you’ve used up all my energy reserves.” I need to eat something before my stomach starts grumbling and embarrasses the shit out of me.
    “I can’t say I’m sorry. I rather enjoyed depleting your energy.”
    “I rather enjoyed it too.”
    “Then let’s eat and we’ll enjoy it all over again.” Ben rolls off of me to my side. I sit up, holding the bed sheet to cover myself up. “Julia, I’ve seen you naked. You don’t have to cover up. I don’t think there’s any part of your beautiful body I missed.”
    I look down and blush. He’s right; he’s probably seen more of me than I have. Still it feels so intimate to just walk around naked in front of him. Logically it makes no sense, in the throws of passion, all I wanted was our clothes off, but now I’m shy.
    “You just want to gawk at me,” I tease.
    “You’re absolutely right, that’s exactly what I want to do.”
    “Pervert.” I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to hide my smile.
    “Do you have a problem with that?”
    I have been so closed up and guarded my entire life. It’s time to turn over a new leaf and try to be fearless instead. Even with Mikehole, after we had sex, I had my guard up.
    “No problem at all.” I briefly close my eyes, summoning up all the courage I can muster and drop the sheet. I sit at the edge of the bed, facing away from Ben. He glides his finger slowly down my spine, making small circles on my back.
    “You have very soft skin. I could touch it all day.” No argument from me.
    Naked, I stand up and walk across the room to retrieve a short red silk robe that’s on top of a pile of clean clothes I left on the floor. I know he’s watching me. It’s an incredible turn on. As gracefully as I can, I bend down and pick up the robe. When I stand, my eyes lock on Ben’s, his eyes greedily looking over my body.
    I face him. I want him to see me, to want me, to lust me. A sly smile curls up from the corner of his mouth and I know he likes what he sees. Slowly I slide the robe on, tying the sash loosely, leaving the top portion of the robe open enough that my cleavage is exposed.
    “Are you ready to cook?” I ask, my voice low and husky.
    Ben stands up from the bed and walks over to me. He’s certainly not shy…. who can blame him with a body like that. I’d run naked through Times Square if I had his body.
    “You are so fucking sexy.” He traces the tops of my breasts with his fingertip. He’s amazing. He’s seducing me all over again. My eyes scan down his happy trail as I drink in his body.
     Fuck the food. I can eat tomorrow.
    “Let’s go.” He grabs his boxer briefs and undershirt off the floor and puts them on. Damn. I was hoping to get another glimpse at his fine ass.
    We walk through my tiny apartment to the kitchen. In my “I have to fuck you right now” haze; I forgot what slobs Allie and I are. Oh God, the place is a pigsty. There are shoes strewn on the floor, piles of mail scattered on practically every flat surface and clothes everywhere. Usually when we have company, we throw all of our crap in a giant garbage bag and hide it in a closet. I better say something before he does.
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