Knight Nostalgia: A Knights of the Board Room Anthology(38)
“It’s also kind of you to ask that.” Savannah’s blue eyes softened. “Yes, she’s all right. She has her bad days over Jeremy, but if he’d died in an alley with a needle stuck in his arm, it would have preyed on her far more harshly. With Jon finding him the place at the monastery, Cass and Jeremy had time to reconcile. She saw some of the brother she remembered, before he became addicted. She also saw him come closer to being the man he should have always been.”
“Good. I know she’s had a tough time realizing she did all she could. That a lot of that was beyond her control.”
“Yes.” Savannah met his gaze. “She cares a lot about you, too, Ben. It will be all right.”
“Yeah. In another decade or two. And we were talking about her and Jeremy, not her and me.”
“Yes and no.” Savannah laid a hand on his face, bemusing him when she tapped her well-manicured fingers on his temple. “Try not to get lost in here,” she said.
He took her hand, and gave it a kiss. “I’m good,” he promised. “Only good stuff happening in there today.”
She nodded. “I’m glad.”
Fortunately, his phone beeped, changing the direction of the conversation. Keeping his arm around Savannah, he used his other hand to withdraw the phone from his shirt pocket. He scowled as he saw the text and attached picture. Savannah saw it too, and covered a short but fascinatingly girlish giggle with her hand.
Cass and Marcie were coming back down the stairs, Rachel with them. As they approached him and Savannah, he tossed out the information with mock annoyance. “Our team’s ahead. Barely. But apparently they just made one of the best plays of the season.”
He turned the phone to show them Lucas holding a steak speared on his grilling fork, a beer in the other hand, while Peter and Matt were obviously hyped up about what was happening on the giant but blurred flat screen behind them. He assumed Jon was taking the picture. The ass.
Marcie plucked the phone from his hand. Giving him a wink, she typed in a quick text and sent it. When she handed it back and he looked at it, his lips twisted. “You’re a delightfully evil woman.”
Sorry, can’t talk. Currently in a threesome with Savannah and Cass while Dana does a girl-girl lap dance with Rachel. All in Jackson Square. Marcie filming it for my private library.
The other women read it over his shoulder as Dana and Max came into the gallery, bearing a bagful of chocolate-covered pretzel sticks and a box of pralines.
Dana stuck a pretzel in his mouth, which he clamped cigar-style as she plopped down on his other knee. The other women were still leaned intimately over him, cocooning him in pleasant fragrances. With two female bottoms pressed to his lap, Savannah and Dana’s hands clasped on his shoulders, and another hand teasing the hair on his neck—that one was Marcie—he had to admit, it really didn’t suck to be him today.
When he caught the dropped jaw, saucer-eyed looks of the two guys behind the desk, it only made it better. The one who’d been working on the frame had come to a full stop. Ben hoped he knew he’d just put a piece backward into the frame he was constructing.
Regretfully, he lifted Savannah and Dana to their feet, so he could go and complete the purchase of Savannah’s pictures. While he was at the desk, though, he couldn’t resist. As he returned his wallet to the back pocket of his jeans, he grinned at the two men.
“Start with one,” he advised. “Build up to five. It takes stamina to keep them coming back for more.”
He left them chuckling uncertainly, as if they weren’t sure if he was kidding. He wasn’t, though the comment wasn’t about these five women. Before Marcie, he had been known to take three or more women in one night in a club environment, his needs almost limitless. But he hadn’t realized then it wasn’t a physical need he couldn’t sate.
As he joined the women out on the sidewalk in front of the store, he looked for the answer he’d found to that need. She was leaning against the side of the limo, chatting animatedly with Dana. Sunlight gleamed off her hair, but in his mind, it was no match for the wattage of her smile. When he’d stepped out, her gaze had immediately cut to him and that expression brightened. He was her touchstone, too.
Another even more important reason why being him today didn’t suck.
The other women were looking at Savannah’s pictures. When they turned them over to Max to tuck the purchases carefully into the limo, Ben took a white chocolate covered pretzel with sprinkles and a praline wrapped in tissue from Dana. The New Orleans warmer fall air was a welcome change after the cool temperatures in the gallery. “Okay, whose turn is it now?” he asked the milling women. “Marcie’s had her shoes, Savannah her pictures.”
“Ingredients. The cooking store.” Rachel beamed at Ben. “You’ve been so nice, I figure the next one could be something you enjoy as much as I do.”
Ben did love to cook. He was teaching Marcie some basics. She didn’t have an aptitude for it, much preferring to consume than create, but she did enjoy their cooking sessions. Like last night, learning how to prepare melted chocolate to apply to the fat, juicy strawberries…
He’d laid her down on the kitchen floor and drizzled the heated chocolate over her breasts, stomach and between her thighs before sampling her, top to bottom. It had been everything he’d wanted, seeing her body bowed up from the tile, her full breasts quivering, pink nipples hard and sex glistening. Her lips parted on a scream as he drove into her and made her climax. While her body was still shuddering, he’d withdrawn, flipped her over and taken her ass, tasting chocolate on her shoulder as he bit her there, leaving that bruise she’d shown him. He hadn’t let go as he’d climaxed, only increasing the force of his bite.