My boyfriend and I are doing the long-distance thing, so he only gets to visit me once in a while. But as an art student, I need a physical outlet to unwind—and lately, I've been burning with this restless energy. Standing in front of me, Benjamin Lowell seemed even more rugged and untamed than my boyfriend.
Lost in my own thoughts, I found myself reaching out and pressing my hand gently against Benjamin's stomach.
"Whoa!" Poor Benjamin jolted as if he'd been zapped by a live wire.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Benjamin!" It hit me then—he hadn't been with a woman in years. My touch must have totally overwhelmed him.
His face turned deep red, his eyes burning with intensity as he breathed heavily. "Sweetheart, are you teasing me? I almost lost control just then."
His words sent a flush straight to my cheeks. But he's a country guy—straightforward, no filter. I decided not to take it personally.
I picked up my pencil and got back to sketching, studying every line and curve of his body. The more I drew, the warmer I felt.
Then I realized Benjamin had slipped off his boxers.
Beneath that powerful build was something that made my jaw drop.
"So… impressive."
People always say men are the ones ruled by desire, but women have needs, too. The moment he revealed himself, I couldn't look away.
What if…
My mind drifted, imagining scenes with my boyfriend—only my boyfriend's face slowly morphed into Benjamin's. He gripped my arms, his presence so intense it made me cry out. I bit my lip, nervously tugging at the collar of my shirt.
Just then, Isabella's voice floated in from outside. "Benjamin?"
Her voice snapped me back to reality. I realized Benjamin had reached for me, about to pull me against his solid frame.
One more second, and maybe…
He let me go, clearly reluctant. "Oh, Sophia? What do you need?"
Isabella's sugary voice replied, "Benjamin, I want to see the ox!"
"Ah, you wanna see my ox? Okay, I'll take you right now!"
Benjamin kept a plow ox—something you hardly ever see in the city. For us, it was a novelty.
He pulled his boxers back up and turned to me. "Sweetheart, you coming to see the ox, too?"
"I'll pass!" I refused quickly, my face on fire. I needed to cool down—and fast.
Isabella had almost walked in on… that. How embarrassing!
After they left, the heat in my cheeks just wouldn't fade.
"See the ox?"
My mind circled right back to Benjamin's… remarkable gifts.
About ten minutes later, I didn't want to miss my chance to see the plow ox after all. Trying to calm my racing heart, I headed out toward the barn.
The summer heat was sweltering. I was only wearing denim shorts, my long legs bare under the beating sun. My skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat.
"It's so hot out here."
But the heat inside me was even stronger.
As I got closer to the barn, I heard strange, pleading sounds coming from inside.
"Benjamin, please… have mercy!"
Isabella's breathy voice sounded almost choked.
My ears burned as I hid behind the barn and peeked inside.
Isabella was clinging to a wooden post. Benjamin moved powerfully behind her, every muscle tight and defined.
"It's been so long since I've had a woman this soft. I'm not holding back today."
His sun-darkened skin pressed against her pale curves made a stark, captivating contrast.
I stared, completely transfixed.
I knew I should leave, but I couldn't make myself move.
Benjamin had incredible stamina—way beyond what I was used to with my boyfriend. His rock-hard abs looked like plates of iron.
Every thrust against Isabella sent my thoughts spinning.
A dangerous idea bloomed in my mind.
What if it was me Benjamin was holding instead?
Immediately, I tried to shake the thought away. How could I think something like that!
But my inner conflict didn't last long. Desire began to win.
Part of me wanted to take my clothes off and join them, but shyness held me back.
So I stayed hidden, leaning against the rough wooden boards of the barn, listening.