Gage: Don’t put images of Colin’s pasty ass in my mind. I want you in nothing but a thong and sexy shoes when you show up at my house tonight.
Bentley: That is not going to happen.
Gage: Damn. There goes my fantasy. What time are you off?
Bentley: I should be out of the office no later than six.
Gage: Then I’ll see you by seven?
Bentley: I need to pick up a few things from my place. It will be closer to seven thirty. Should I pick up dinner?
Gage: I’m fixing dinner.
Bentley: You cook?
Gage: Not really. Technically, I’m ordering dinner, but I am going to put it on plates so it looks like I cooked.
Bentley: I’ll see you tonight.
For the first time in years, I was tempted to leave work early on a Friday. I couldn’t decide if Gage was a good influence or a bad one.
Chapter 44
Gage
It was after eight when my doorbell finally rang, making me glad I’d decided to have dinner delivered later than Bentley had expected to arrive. My plan had been to seduce her in my kitchen before we ate. We hadn’t enjoyed that room yet. Instead, she’d gotten stuck in traffic.
When I opened the door, I was surprised to find Bentley wearing a long coat.
“It’s a little warm for a coat,” I remarked with a frown. “Are you sick?”
Her smile was filled with wicked delight as she walked past me into the house. Starting at her feet, my eyes moved up her body. Her feet were encased in red shoes that likely had a five inch heel. The reason for the coat was becoming clear.
“What have you got on under that coat?” I asked as I moved to stand in front of her.
“Exactly what you requested,” she purred. “I had a little talk with my cousin earlier. She writes erotica and suggested a way to make your fantasy come true.” On those words, she untied the coat and let it drop to the floor.
I nearly swallowed my tongue at the sight of Bentley in nothing but a thong and hot as fuck shoes. “Our food should be here any minute,” I rasped out. That reminder was for myself. There wasn’t time to bend Bentley over the back of my sofa.
“What’s wrong?” Bentley asked with an innocent smile. “You look a little flustered.”
I moved around behind her and leaned in until my lips were close to her ear. “You enjoy teasing me, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do,” she admitted.
I gave her ass a light swat just before the doorbell rang. “Why don’t you go wait in the kitchen?” I suggested. “I’d rather not have the delivery person see you like this.”
She nodded and walked toward the kitchen as I went to answer the door. I might have delayed answering the door to enjoy watching her walk away, but who could blame me?
After grabbing the food, I hurried into the kitchen. Dinner first. I just needed to keep reminding myself that I could wait until after we ate to enjoy Bentley’s body. What had made me think I could ever be satisfied with only one night? A thousand nights with her could never be enough.
I found Bentley standing beside the table. My gaze moved along her body, starting at her shoes. I loved Bentley in heels, and I couldn’t wait to fuck her while she wore nothing but those shoes.
“See anything you like?” Bentley purred.
“Behave,” I warned playfully.
“Or what?” she asked with a saucy smile.
“Or you’ll get a spanking and then get dragged off to bed with no dinner,” I warned, my voice rough with arousal. Why had I put that image in my own mind?
A fine tremor ran through Bentley’s body.
“Fuck me,” I uttered as I set the takeout on the table and grabbed plates and forks. “You are going to be the death of me, woman.”
“So, no spanking?” she asked with a sexy pout.
I let out a strained chuckle. “After we eat,” I promised. This meal was definitely going to challenge my self-control.
Chapter 45
Bentley
It was a miracle I managed to eat my dinner. The food was good, but we were both tense throughout the meal. I was impressed with Gage’s self-control. I could have waited to eat in favor of satisfying my other needs, but Gage refused to oblige. By the time we were done eating, my body was throbbing. My nipples had been hard the entire meal. Each time Gage looked at them, I imagined how good it would feel when he finally touched them. I was literally squirming in my seat in an attempt to ease my arousal.
After dealing with the dishes, Gage returned to the table. He turned his seat to the side and patted his lap. “Why don’t you come over here and join me?” he suggested.
I moved to straddle his lap. His erection pressed between my legs.
One of his hands tangled in the hair at the back of my head so he could pull me toward him. “You have been teasing me since you walked in the door,” he rasped out.
“I’ve been teasing myself.” I confessed in a breathy voice.
“No more teasing,” he murmured just before his lips claimed mine in a hard kiss. His tongue swept past my lips, sliding along my tongue as he used his grip on my hair to angle my head to the right position.
I was dizzy from his kiss and aching for more. My hips rocked against him, trying to get more pressure against my aching core. He drank in my needy whimpers as his free hand moved around to my lower back to guide my movements, pushing me even closer to his dick. My moans and whimpers grew louder with the increased pressure. I was about to come just from rocking against him when Gage broke our kiss and gripped my waist to lift me off his lap.
“No!” I cried out. He couldn’t stop now. I was too close. “Please.”
“Bend over the table,” he commanded. When I immediately obeyed, he groaned. “That’s it. Perfect.”
His hand made contact with my backside, and I moaned at the slight sting. “Yes,” I breathed out.
“You like that?” he asked, clearly pleased with my reaction.
“Yes,” I admitted. “I’m aching for you, Gage. Don’t make me wait.”
His hand made contact again, this time a little harder, drawing a ragged moan from me. He pulled my panties aside so he could run his finger around my opening. I arched my back to get closer to his hand. One finger slid inside briefly before moving to stroke my clit. When he took his hand away, I whimpered, sure I’d die if he didn’t let me come soon.
His hand came down in three quick swats before he began to massage my ass, spreading the heat. “You have a gorgeous ass,” he crooned, shocking me when he leaned forward to bite my left ass cheek. My surprised squeal made him chuckle.
“Please, Gage,” I begged. “I’m so close.”
“You want me to make you come?” he asked before sliding his fingers between my legs again to stroke from my clit to my opening and then back again. “You want me to touch you until you come for me?”
“Yes,” I breathed out when two fingers slipped into my body. I immediately began rocking against his hand.
“Not yet,” he told me with a chuckle as he removed his fingers and trailed them forward to stroke my clit.
“Please,” I breathed out when his fingers left me again.
“What’s wrong?” he crooned, leaning forward to bite my shoulder.
“I can’t take any more,” I whimpered.
“Yes, you can,” he insisted. When I began to stand, he placed a hand between my shoulder blades to hold me down. He spanked me four more times in quick succession.
His hand moved away from my back to undo his pants before the empty condom package landed on the table. He pushed my thong to the side and positioned the head of his cock at my entrance. Reaching forward, he began to stroke my clit as he thrust into my body. His thrusts were controlled, despite his obvious arousal. I could feel the tension radiating from his body.
“Do you like that?” he asked. His finger continued to strum my clit with just the right pressure while his dick moved in and out of my body.
“Yes,” I rep
lied on a needy whimper as I began to roll my own hips, increasing the pressure of his finger on my clit.
“That’s it,” he praised. “You feel so good.”
Gage’s control seemed to be slipping as his finger moved faster against my clit. He rocked against me, pressing deep inside my body. I continued to coil tighter with each movement of his body until I came hard, screaming as I pressed back against Gage.
Gage carefully worked me through the last of my orgasm. Just when I thought I’d collapse onto the table with a sated sigh, Gage began moving again. He gripped my hips with both hands and thrust hard into my body. I reached out to grab the edge of the table to steady myself.
My second orgasm caught me off guard, and I cried out as the pulses rocked my body, Gage’s own release quickly followed mine as he groaned and twitched inside of me.
After helping me stand, Gage brushed his lips against mine and smiled. “You amaze me.”
Before I could respond, he lifted me in his arms and cradled me against his chest.
“What are you doing?” I asked in surprise.
“Taking you upstairs and running a bath for you,” he replied.
“A bath?” I asked.
“You work too hard,” he began. “I asked Harley to pick up some nice bath stuff and a book for you.”
Gage had managed to stun me into silence. A bath and a book? He couldn’t be real. I had to be dreaming.
Chapter 46
Gage
“We can’t stay locked up in your house forever,” Bentley insisted.
“Maybe not forever, but we can stay here until Monday,” I stated as I moved up behind her to slip my arms around her waist. I simply could not get enough of this woman.
“You have plans to go out with your friends,” she reminded me.
“They’ll get over it,” I assured her as I pushed her hair aside to kiss the back of her neck.
She moaned before continuing her argument. “Austin is already texting me.”
I stopped kissing her neck and stood upright. “How did Austin get your number?”
“Cami gave it to him,” she replied. “It seems he invited her, possibly to gain her assistance in getting you out of the house.”
I let out a sigh of resignation. “We can’t get out of this, can we?”
“I’m sure I could stay home, but everyone seems determined to see you,” she replied, turning to face me. “This is your band’s celebration.”
“You’re right,” I agreed. “I suppose it would be rude to miss it. Are you okay going to this with me? We haven’t gone out since we became an official couple.”
“Official couple?” she asked, regarding me with raised eyebrows “When did we become an official couple?”
“Thursday, when you walked into my house and let me fuck you until you couldn’t walk,” I replied with a smirk.
She laughed at my answer. “I hate to break it to you, but sex doesn’t equal a commitment.”
“Is that so,” I asked. My smile turned predatory when she took a step back. I snaked my arm around her waist and pulled her against my body.
Bentley laughed at my move. “We don’t have time for this.” She pulled away from me and took two steps back.
“We have plenty of time to clarify our relationship,” I assured her. Leaning forward, I tossed Bentley over my shoulder and stalked toward my bedroom.
“What are you doing?” she asked with a laugh.
“Taking you to bed,” I replied.
“Gage!” she screeched. “Your band will be here in fifteen minutes to pick us up.
“They can wait,” I assured her.
She laughed. “I seriously doubt that. Cami will be climbing through a window if we don’t answer the door.”
“Nah,” I replied, dropping her in the middle of my bed. “Austin has a key. They’ll just come in.”
When Bentley tried to scramble off the bed, I caught her ankles. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To get ready,” she replied. “Stop messing around, Gage. We both know you don’t want your friends to see me naked.”
“They won’t,” I assured her, climbing onto the bed to settle between her legs. “Tonight, I am going out with my girlfriend.” My lips brushed against hers. “Do you believe we’re a couple, or do I need to prove you’re mine again?”
As I’d hoped, Bentley let out a moan of desire. “You’re killing me, Gage.”
“I’m falling for you, Bentley Marie Whitier,” I confessed, my eyes locked with hers.
“This is all happening too fast,” she breathed out.
“No, it’s not,” I insisted. “We’ve been talking for months.”
Her expression turned thoughtful. I was certain she wasn’t going to respond, but she finally spoke. “I feel the same about you,” she admitted, reaching up to stroke my hair. “It’s why I was afraid to see you again.”
“I figured as much,” I told her. “That’s why I was willing to chase you.”
The doorbell rang, but I still didn’t move. I was serious about working things out before we left. This was a conversation I should have already had with Bentley, rather than assuming she knew how I felt.
“We need to get up,” Bentley told me.
“Are you mine?” I asked.
Bentley snorted. “No, but I’ll agree you’re mine.”
I laughed at her response. “Good enough,” I said as I stood and helped her to her feet. “Damn I wish we didn’t have to go out.”
Chapter 47
Bentley
I’d never been to The Project. It had opened its doors about five years ago. It was your typical dance club—dimly lit with loud music. At just after seven, they already had a good crowd. The lower level was open to the general public. The second floor of the club was considered the VIP section, and there was a bouncer to make sure people didn’t just wander in.
“I can’t believe your cousin owns The Project,” Cami told Austin as we emerged from the elevator into the VIP section. “Mercy should be here to see this. Maybe we can get her to come on a night when your cousin’s actually here.”
“Mercy won’t go to any club,” I reminded Cami. “She says it’s like hanging out at work.”
“I got the impression your sister loves what she does,” Gage remarked.
“She does,” I replied. “That’s actually part of the problem. I got her to go dancing with me one night, and she ended up behind the bar, training the staff. My sister is an even bigger workaholic than I am.”
“I find that hard to believe,” Gage said with a laugh.
“Come dance with me, Ginger Ann,” Xander coaxed, grabbing my hand.
“I don’t think so,” Gage told him. “You’re gonna have a hard time singing with a broken jaw.”
“Come on,” Xander crooned. “I’ll give her back.”
“You’ll get her dirty,” Harley accused.
Austin laughed. “She’s right. I’ve seen you dance with a girl. It looks like your humping her leg.”
“I’ll pass on that experience,” I told Xander with a laugh.
“Fine.” He let out an exaggerated sigh. “I’ll have to find another woman to dance with.”
“What about Cami?” I suggested.
“No,” Cami stated with a shake of her head. “You’re nice to look at, Xander, but you have a creepy obsession with waffles.”
“She’s got you there,” Harley replied.
“Creepy obsession? I happen to have a healthy appreciation of waffles,” Xander argued. “She’s just mad because we have no future together since she can’t make waffles.”
“You didn’t tell him you can make waffles?” I asked Cami, almost laughing when she glared at me.
“You were holding out on me?” Xander accused.
“I need a man who wants me for more than my waffle-making abilities,” Cami insisted.
“You make good waffles, right?” Xander asked, his focus completely on Cami.
“You�
��re right,” Austin agreed from Cami’s side. “He is creepy when he does that. Wanna dance?”
“Sure,” she replied before allowing Austin to lead her to the dance floor.
“That’s just messed up,” Xander complained.
“There are plenty of other women for you to hit on,” Harley told him.
“But how many can make waffles?” he asked. “I’m going to grab a drink.” On those words, he wandered off toward the bar.
“I can’t believe you told him Cami can make waffles,” Gage told me with a shake of his head. “Now, he’s never going to leave her alone.”
“I can’t believe you chased off my dancing partner,” was my response.
“Why can’t you dance with me?” he asked.
“For the same reason I haven’t agreed to go to the prom with you,” I replied.
“I’d better remedy this situation,” he mused, slipping an arm around my waist. “Wanna dance, beautiful?”
“I’d like that very much,” I replied.
There were only around twenty-five people in the upper level of the club since it was a Reckless Release party. According to Gage, at some point, the other band members would likely go down to the main floor and bring in others. For now, there weren’t too many people on the dance floor.
Gage was a fantastic dancer. His body swayed in perfect time to the music. I’d always loved dancing and soon found myself lost in the music. “Come dance with me, Ginger Ann,” Xander called out over the music.
I laughed at his bold move and looked over to see Gage’s reaction. He seemed just as amused as I was.
“You aren’t going to win her over,” Gage told him.
“I can’t make waffles,” I added.
“You could learn,” Xander suggested.
“I already told you, Ginger Ann isn’t interested in you,” Austin added, slipping an arm around my shoulders.
“And you think she’s interested in you?” Xander asked.
“Nope,” Austin replied. “Unless Gage screws up, she’ll have no need for a rebound guy.”
“I have no intention of screwing up,” Gage assured them.
Cami and Harley each caught one of my arms to lead me away from the guys.
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