Ben always took too long to figure anything out. He still had yet to confess anything this to his crush of almost a decade but then there were also people he'd confessed everything too quickly to. Honestly, he had no idea how all of this worked, though it would have been nice to have a guide book. Navigating through ...connections seemed to be just as sticky as trying to avoid them. But he was getting better.
Sort of.
Current predicament not included in the chaotic recipe that was his love life. He was catching on that something was amiss. Whatever it was, it had to be the hotel's doing, but he couldn't bring himself to resist the devilish sorcery. How bad could it be anyhow? He was getting what he wanted.
He shivered at her question. Still, he laughed as if that wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear. She wanted to use him. He wanted to let her. Ben teased his lips over her's as he spoke. "Then I better behave myself." He squeezed her thighs and played at biting at her chin. "Have me then," Ben practically begged as he ground up into her, goading her into action.