# CHAPTER 29: The Skinny on Bower—and a Very Hot Night
Hello there, my wonderful bookish friends! It's your narrator, back again to walk with you through another gloriously messy, chaotic, and deliciously steamy chapter of *Just for the Plot*. How are you all doing today? I hope you're ready, because this chapter is a wild ride—we've got meddling friends, a spy mission disguised as cookies, a whole lot of jealousy, and a FaceTime call that will make you want to fan yourself. Grab your favorite beverage (maybe something cold!), settle in, and let's dive right into the drama, the humor, and the heart of CHAPTER 29.
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The chapter opens with Bennett staring at his phone like it personally offended him. And honestly, it kind of did. Because there, in cold, brutal text, is Graydon's report: *They're not fucking. They haven't kissed. He has seen her for some lunch dates. Plans on fucking her.*
Five times Bennett reads it. Five times his stomach churns with a mix of rage and pure, unadulterated jealousy. The rage isn't aimed at Bower—no, never at her. It's aimed at this *Cougar* guy. This man who has the audacity to *plan* on fucking the woman Bennett is already falling for. The woman who tastes like heaven and laughs like sunshine and has somehow burrowed her way under his skin so completely that he can't think straight.
And because Bennett has the most chaotic, infuriating, and utterly loyal group of friends (or maybe frenemies is more accurate), the text thread immediately descends into beautiful madness.
OC, ever the agent of chaos, chimes in with the most unhelpful questions imaginable: *When does he plan on fucking her? Is he going to seduce her first with a kiss and then undress her? Will the fucking happen at her place or his? And did he say no kissing at all, or has there been light nibbling?*
Bennett wants to reach through the screen and throttle him. Maple, the voice of reason and the unofficial mom of this weird little group, tries to clarify, and that's when OC bestows upon her the most ridiculous nickname ever conceived: *Gladdy Mommy.*
"Don't fucking call her that or refer to her vagina in any way, you fucking pervert," Graydon snaps, and the entire thread erupts into chaos.
What follows is an absolute masterpiece of group-text dysfunction. OC claims he gagged on his toothbrush and blames Graydon. Graydon says he hopes it happens again. Bennett, desperate to regain control, begs them to get back to the actual point. Maple, who apparently loves her new title—*Gladdy Mommy makes me feel like I'm part of the gang*—tries to steer the conversation back to strategy. But OC can't help himself, calling out, "Exactly, Mommy," and sending Graydon into a near-apoplectic fit of rage that's equal parts hilarious and concerning.
Through the noise, Maple—bless her—manages to formulate a plan. Bower is going to be at the coffee house on 4th Street tomorrow. Maple will stop by with those cookies they discussed, making a "special delivery" from Bennett, and she'll probe Bower for information. She'll find out if this relationship is going somewhere or if Bower is just stringing poor, desperate Bennett along.
Bennett thanks her. OC, being OC, points out that Graydon deserves thanks too. Graydon grumbles about wanting a thank you. Maple replies, with a cheeky wink in text form, "You'll get it tonight." And OC whispers dramatically: *I think it's sex.*
Everyone knows it's sex. God, OC is so irritating. Graydon suddenly feels vindicated that Bennett finally sees it too. Even Maple agrees that OC can be annoying. And poor OC, betrayed by his own Gladdy Mommy, can only yell "Maple!" in protest.
But when Maple tells Bennett to go about his night as if everything is normal, to focus on wooing Bower and not to think about Cougar at all, he knows what he needs to do. He needs to see her face. He needs her to see his.
The instructions come flying in: OC demands he "woo the fuck out of her," and even Graydon—through gritted digital teeth—offers a resigned "Woo her."
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And so, Bennett does exactly that. He doesn't even bother with a text—he FaceTimes her directly, because he doesn't just want to hear her voice. He needs to lay eyes on her, to drink her in, to remind himself that she's real and she's his, even if she doesn't fully know it yet.
When Bower answers, she looks so damn cute—hair up in a clip, face freshly washed, that sparkle in her eye that never fails to make his heart race. But here's the thing: Bennett, ever the strategist, has set up his phone on the counter, propped against the bathroom mirror. He's leaning forward so she can see his face, his chest, his flexed abs, and the tantalizing V of his hips leading down to a towel slung impossibly low.
Oh, he knows exactly what he's doing.
"Hey, beautiful," he greets her, grabbing some lotion like it's the most casual thing in the world.
"Umm... what, uh, what do you have going on there?" she stammers, and he can hear the bashful confusion in her voice. She's flustered. Perfect.
He explains he needed a second shower, that he felt like he didn't get all the dirt off. She mutters that she doesn't mind a second shower. When he raises a brow and asks if she's getting a free show, she doesn't even try to deny it.
But then comes the curveball. "I think you missed a spot on your nipple. Might want to rub that again."
Bennett pauses. She laughs. She bites her finger and tells him to rub his nipple for her. He refuses, of course—*I'm not about to rub my nipple for you*—which leads her to ask what if she asked him to rub something else instead. His dick, to be precise.
"Is that a serious question?" he asks, because oh, he would absolutely do it. He'd do pretty much anything she wants.
And that's when Bower admits something that changes the entire energy of the night: she's *horny*. She's been reading this book that flip-flops between one chapter of plot and one chapter of sex, and she already used her vibrator that morning just to take the edge off.
Bennett's body responds immediately, his dick hardening at the thought of her touching herself with him on the line. Why didn't she call him? Why didn't she let him watch? She smirks, all coy innocence, and asks if he would have watched.
"Are you kidding me with that question?"
He's already moving, picking up the phone and heading to the bed, whipping off the towel and climbing under the sheets. When she sets her phone down and he's staring at the ceiling, he protests. Not the view he was looking for. She tells him to give her a second. He hears rustling. Then the unmistakable buzz of a vibrator starting up.
"Bower," he groans. "Are you fucking kidding me right now?"
"Do you have a problem with this?"
"Uh, fuck no."
Then she asks to see him. He points out she's not showing herself either. She says she has her reasons. He counters that his tongue has been all over her pussy, so what could she possibly be hiding? She just says "because" and that's... apparently a valid argument.
So Bennett gives her the full show. He props the phone on the nightstand, stands in front of the camera showing off every single inch of his naked body, erection included. Her reaction—"My God, Bennett, you're so freaking hot"—goes straight to his head. And lower.
The next few minutes are an absolute inferno. She asks him to stroke himself. He does, using his pre-cum to help his hand glide, because he's hard as stone just from the sound of her breathing. She tells him he has a huge dick and she loves it. He tells her she tastes like heaven and he wishes she were there so he could do all the work with his tongue. She teases him about wanting to use the vibrator on him, asking if he'd let her try it anywhere.
"I would, anywhere you fucking liked."
"Mmmm, I love that. I love that you would let me play with you."
"All fucking day, babe. Torture me, edge me, make me beg—whatever you want."
And she asks if he'd return the favor. Oh, he would. She wouldn't be able to leave until he did.
The heat between them is palpable even through the screens. Her breathing turns erratic. She tells him to come closer, that she wants to see his hand move. She's close—she's going to come. She wants to watch his cock up close, wants to see him pumping himself.
He steps forward, bringing himself right into frame, pumping harder, faster, bending over and gripping the nightstand, his abs flexing, his whole body straining for release. And when she screams his name—*"Shit, Bennett, oh God, yes. You're so big. So hot. Fuck!"*—when her orgasm rips through her, the sound of it sends him spiraling off the edge with her. He comes hard, all over his hand, pumping until he's completely drained, the image of her face burned into his mind the entire time.
And then, finally, she picks up the phone and smiles at him.
"There you fucking are," he breathes.
She smirks, looking flushed and satisfied. She tells him she likes the thought of him coming using only the image he conjures up in his head. He admits he's been doing that for a while now—nothing new. Her cheeks redden, and she confesses this was new for her. Something she's never done before. He asks if she'd do it again, and she says she thinks she would, with a smile that absolutely melts him.
Then comes the hard part. She tells him to clean up and get some sleep. She blows him a kiss, says good night, and hangs up.
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And Bennett is left alone, groaning, heading to the bathroom to clean up, his body satisfied but his heart... his heart is a mess.
That was unexpected. Amazing. Fucking insane.
But he can't help but spiral. Was that just because she was horny? Or because she wanted *him*? She never showed herself on camera. Was that because she was still guarded? Still holding back? He knows she hasn't done that with Cougar—hell, she's been on lunch dates with that man—but with Bennett, she's giving him little inches. Just enough to keep him hooked. But not the whole thing.
And it's driving him absolutely nuts.
He wants all of her. Every part. Her body, her heart, her mind, her secrets, her future. He's never been in a relationship before—never wanted one until her. He watches Gabby and Ryland, how all-in they are with each other, and he wonders: am I wrong to expect Bower to be the same? She's said she can't stay away from him. But does that mean she feels the same depth of emotion, or is he just a pleasant distraction? A physical release?
*Will that just be physical?*
*Is that all I mean to her?*
The chapter closes on Bennett alone, on the edge of something beautiful and terrifying, holding onto hope with white-knuckled hands, waiting for Maple's intel, waiting for Bower to let him all the way in, and desperately afraid that she never will.
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
Oh, this chapter was an absolute rollercoaster, and I loved every second of it! The group text banter had me cackling—OC nicknaming Maple "Gladdy Mommy," Graydon's barely contained fury, and Bennett's exasperation with literally everyone were comedy gold. These characters feel so real and alive in their dysfunction.
And then the FaceTime scene... whoo, I need a cold shower just thinking about it. Bennett is such a sweetheart under all that confidence and bravado; he put on a whole show for her, and the emotional vulnerability at the end—him questioning if he means more to her than just physical—broke my heart a little. This is a man who has never loved before, and he's falling so hard and so fast that it's terrifying him.
The writing captures both the steam and the emotional weight perfectly. This chapter earns a glowing score from me.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
I predict Maple's "cookie delivery" at the coffee house tomorrow is going to be absolutely legendary. She's going to casually interrogate Bower while playing the sweet Gladdy Mommy card, and I suspect she'll uncover that Bower is a lot more conflicted than we think. Is she truly interested in Cougar, or is she using him as a distraction from her overwhelming feelings for Bennett? Also, Cougar seems suspiciously patient and persistent—I wouldn't be surprised if he makes an appearance and throws a wrench in everything. And meanwhile, Bennett is going to be pacing his apartment like a caged animal, waiting for Maple's report, terrified of the answer. Something tells me the plot is about to twist in a way none of us see coming, and I am *so* here for it!
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