Fate || BENNIFER

Dull Evening

Jennifer's P.O.V

The pre-season dinner was held in a grand ballroom adorned with sparkling chandeliers and elegant floral arrangements. I sat at a table with the other judges near the back of the room, my hand clasped around a crystal glass.

Beside me, Ben looked dashing in a black suit, his charming smile slightly strained. He had agreed to accompany me to the dinner to support me in my return to American Idol. But as the evening wore on, I couldn't help but notice the weariness in his eyes and the occasional yawn he tried to stifle.

The room buzzed with conversation, but the topics seemed uninteresting. I glanced around, my eyes searching for a familiar face or a momentary distraction from the monotony. The clinking of silverware against the plates and the low hum of conversation merged into a dull background noise, threatening to lull me into a state of drowsiness.

My mind wandered, reflecting on how I had ended up at this seemingly soporific affair. It was Ryan who had convinced me that the pre-season dinner was not to be missed. He had painted it as a glamorous celebration, an opportunity to connect with fellow judges and industry insiders. And so, with Ryan's persuasive words echoing in my mind, I had decided to invite Ben, hoping to share the experience with him.

But now, as I observed Ben's struggle to stay engaged, I felt guilty. I had wanted this night to be special, a chance for us to celebrate together. Yet, it seemed that my decision had resulted in an evening of boredom for us.

It wasn't completely unknown to me that Ben possessed an ability to find amusement in even the most inappropriate moments. As if sensing my growing despair, his hand casually landed on my thigh, a gesture so familiar that it didn't trigger suspicion in me.

However, this was just the beginning of a playful and sexy game that Ben had in mind. My dress, with its daring leg gap that almost reached my waist, provided the perfect invitation for Ben to engage in some sneaky fun. His hand skillfully began to navigate its way under my dress, meeting the skin on my thigh and gradually climbing higher towards my groin.

My surprise was palpable, my eyes widening as I abruptly held onto Ben's arm, my concern mounting that someone might catch on to our secret affair beneath the table.

"Ben." I whispered.

Worried, I glanced around the room, searching for any signs of suspicion. Sensing my unease, Ben leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling my ear. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he whispered softly yet confidently.

"No one will suspect a thing." He assured. "If you can control yourself."

His voice was playful, coaxing me to let go of my worries and give in to the thrill of the moment.

Half-convinced by his words, I hesitantly released my grip on his arm. The guests around us were lost in their mundane conversations, oblivious to the covert exchange taking place beneath the tablecloth.

Encouraged, Ben continued his daring exploration, further igniting my senses. His fingers slipped underneath my delicate, lacy underwear, causing my breath to hitch as waves of pleasure cursed through me. The flicker of danger mixed with desire created an electric tension between us.

The air conditioner was set to a temperature below twenty, but it didn't help easing the sexual tension rising. My breath caught in my throat, and I struggled to maintain an outward composure, every touch sending shivers down my spine. My body responded instinctively, betraying my attempt at concealing my emotions. Yet, I knew that we had to remain discreet. The risk of discovery only heightened the intensity of the stolen moment.

I yearned to surrender to the pleasure that Ben's touch promised. Suppressing the sounds that threatened to escape my lips became a torture, but every gasp, every moan was stifled, replaced by a gentle bite on my lower lip or a little shift in my seat.

Soon, I found myself becoming increasingly lost in the moment. His fingers traced gentle patterns, eliciting a soft gasp from me, which I quickly masked with a smile.

The atmosphere shifted as Ryan raised his glass for a toast in honor of my return to the show. The room fell into a hushed silence, and all eyes turned towards me. Ben, quickly to react, discreetly withdrew his hand from beneath the tablecloth.

My attention was abruptly drawn away from our game, as the crowd eagerly awaited my response. With grace, I extended my arm to grasp my glass, and after clearing my throat, I thanked Ryan for his kind words, a smile on my lips.

Amidst the commotion, Ben couldn't help but chuckle softly. His amusement evident as he gently squeezed my thigh. I discreetly shifted in my seat, hoping to regain control over my racing heart.

The turn the dull evening had taken proved that we could have fun even in the most ordinary of settings.