...hat chocolate? Can I have some?”
He quickly stuck it back into his pants’ pocket and feigned innocence. “What chocolate? I don’t know what you’re talking about, Gwen.”
“Hand it over, Ben,” she demanded.
He shook his head. “No. It’s mine.”
She strode determinedly over to him. He backed up a few steps and found himself backed against a wall.
She closed the distance between them in seconds.
He stood his ground. He wasn’t about to be intimidated by her. She might be taller than him, but he was stronger. He could take her.
She inched closer, her body pressing into his.
He froze in shock. He hadn’t been expecting that.
“Please?” she murmured seductively, her breath tickling his ear. “Just one little piece?”
He closed his eyes and tried to stay focused on not giving in to her.
Her lips drifted along the curve of his jaw and down to his neck. She planted soft, sensual kisses at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.
She slid her small hand into his pants’ pocket and slowly felt around for the chocolate bar.
He grabbed her wrist. She was getting a little too close for comfort to his hardening cock.
Her tongue lightly traced his earlobe. “Don’t you want to give it to me?” she cajoled.
He wanted to give it to h...