Free Marry Me by Karen Stivali Page A

looking absolutely devastating in boxer briefs and his unbuttoned dress shirt. “Whatever you’re having.”
    She placed ice in two glasses and poured the soda. Ben was settled on the couch when she handed him his glass.
    “Now, where were we? Cheesecake and the final ceremony I believe.” He clicked play to start the show up again. They polished off the remaining desserts, snuggled beneath a blanket. Ben made it through the end of the show but was obviously fading fast. He lay down with his head in Julia’s lap. She ran her fingers through his silky hair, lightly scratching.
    He moaned, snuggling against her and kissing her thigh. “I think I’d make a good lapdog.” His voice was slow and sleepy.
    “Lounging around all day letting people scratch behind your ears?”
    “Mm hm. Full bowl of food, the occasional tummy rub. What more could I ask?”
    Julia giggled, continuing to stroke his head. She was about to ask if he wanted to watch a movie when she realized he was asleep. She smoothed her hand over his forehead and along his cheek. A gentle buzzing sound made her jump. She grabbed her cell phone before it vibrated again. There was a text from Marissa. She turned the phone to silent.
     
    I wanted to call but I thought you might be otherwise engaged…
     
    There’s a very sexy man asleep on my lap atm.
     
    OMG. I should have your life for one day.
     
    Your husband would never forgive me.
     
    So you’re officially seeing him.
     
    I’ve done more than see him. J
     
    You’re killing me. I want details!
     
    I’ll call tomorrow. BTW mark your calendar for November 6 and GET A SITTER.
     
    Why?
     
    Ben wants u to be a guest of the band when they tape Letterman. We’ll all hang out after.
     
    I’d be screaming but I just passed out. :thud
     
    Well when u come to remind yourself to call a sitter.
     
    I knew there was a reason you were my best friend.
     
    Julia watched Ben sleep a while longer, wondering if she should wake him. What if he hadn’t planned to spend the night? She didn’t like to admit it, but she didn’t want him to leave. She liked having him there with her. Her stomach fluttered. Don’t get too attached. She knew it was far too late for that.
    She bent and kissed his forehead. “Ben.”
    “Mmmm.” He rubbed his head against her leg.
    “You should get up.”
    “I’m up.” His eyes remained closed, his voice mumbling.
    Her eyes trailed down his torso to the impressive bulge in his boxers. He wasn’t awake, but he was indeed up. She slipped out from underneath him and he managed to prop himself against the back of the couch, eyes still closed. His long neck was arched back against the dense cushions of the sofa.
    Julia knelt before him and placed her hands on his glorious bare chest. She ran them over his rippling abs, then sneaked one hand into the folds of his shorts, allowing his erection to spring free. Without another thought, she took him in her mouth. The groan she elicited sent goose bumps across her body. She cupped his balls, squeezing gently as her tongue slithered up and down.
    “Jesus,” he whispered.
    She drew her cheeks in tighter, feeling him tense beneath her. Her hand slid up, circling him, and she started to stroke, her tongue flicking the sensitive ridge at the tip of his cock. Keeping the rhythm going with her hand, she reached for her ginger ale and took a big mouthful, holding the icy liquid in her mouth as long as she could. The second she swallowed, she wrapped her lips back around him. He cried out, his fingers grabbing at the sofa cushions. Julia continued to suck, twirling her tongue over him on every downward thrust. She felt him swell even harder. She reached her fingers into her glass, extracting an ice cube and holding it in her hand until she knew he was ready. She cupped her ice-cold fingers against his balls just as he exploded. A resounding groan tore through his chest as his body convulsed. She swallowed deep in her throat, sucking gently