We finally make it back to Beau’s place, and after an incredibly awkward walk up the stairs, I get him in bed. I’m trying to pretend I didn't just have an orgasm a few minutes ago while Beau wears the fact on his face with satisfaction. I want to say something, but I know it would only make things worse. His ego has already grown enough. I don't understand why I can't resist him. It's like when he touches me, I forget everything else in the world, and the only thing I can think of at that moment is what his hands are doing to me. It's so frustrating because it makes me look weak. And I hate that. I need to be strong; I need to resist him.
"Is there anything you want to do?" I ask, standing up straight after getting him settled.
"I would love to change for bed, but I would need your hel
