... But Gwen, as lithe as she was, could turn his legs to jelly without so much as a touch, and without having to resort to magic to boot.
He cleared his throat loudly, hoping to counteract the spell she was weaving on him. With the same amount of strength it took him as Four-Arms to lift Kevin in his mutated form and hurl him across the span of a starship, he averted his eyes. The figures on the holo-viewer seemed ridiculously stale. Had it been only a minute ago he had waved her away because he wanted to watch the game?
She gave a little sigh, almost inaudible if it hadn’t been for how intently he was focused on her every move. He forced his gaze to remain on the holo-viewer. What teams were even playing? Did he even care anymore? No, he couldn’t care less about who won. But this was a matter of pride now.
She gave a soft moan as she stretched her arms over her head. Ben’s head turned before he could restrain himself. Her shirt rose to expose her skin. Skin he knew tasted as good as it looked. His fingers started quivering. No, no he had to be strong. She couldn’t just manipulate him with a bit of sexual innuendo. He gripped the small pillow hard, keeping it over his lap. He couldn’t let her know what she was doing to him.
She had almost finished her popsicle now. Her lips were bright red with the juices. He bit his tongue. She pushed the rest in her mouth, almost all the way. She pulled it out ...