The Intern Serials: Complete Box Set

by Brooke Cumberland

  “Good, I don’t want gentle,” she pants. “God, I’m so wet. I—” Her words are interrupted with incoherent screams and moans as she erupts roughly around her fingers.

  I’m not far behind her. As soon as I hear her scream my name, I release fiercely around my hand, pumping everything I have.

  “Jesus Christ…” I growl and then I lay motionless on the bed. “I can’t wait to get you back here.”

  * * *

  It feels like forever until Ceci’s flight arrives. We were able to email a few times back and forth so I could check in on her, but I was getting restless—I couldn’t wait to see her.

  I wait anxiously until I see her walking toward me. She looks exhausted but so fucking adorable. I run to her and scoop her up, wrapping my arms around her tightly.

  “God, I missed you!” She wraps her arms around me, but soon, her body stills and arms drop to her sides. “What’s wrong?” I pull back and watch as she cringes.

  The flash of cameras behind us is a dead giveaway that the paparazzi have found me here. They are relentless in capturing every second without even caring how rude and intruding they are.

  “When is the wedding?”

  “Have you set a date?”

  “Are you here to get married? Is it this weekend?”

  “Is Ceci pregnant?”

  I see her scowl as they all ramble off questions at the same time. I wrap my arm around her, keeping our heads down as I lead her to baggage claim.

  I'm used to this every time I travel, but it’s been a while since Ceci has traveled with me. She’s adapted well to my crazy lifestyle, but I know it still bothers her.

  “Just ignore them,” I remind her, whispering closely to her ear. “We’ll be back to the hotel suite in no time.” I smile, kissing her cheek.

  My driver, Antonio, is outside waiting for us as we make our way outside. Antonio grabs her luggage as we make a beeline for the car.

  “Ugh, I forgot how annoying they are.” She frowns, shifting her body to the other side of the car. Fortunately, the windows are tinted and the paparazzi have finally given up when they can no longer see us.

  “Don’t worry. They’re gone now. Angie made sure none were allowed in the hotel, so they can’t bother us once we get there.” I smile and grab her hand to place a soft kiss. “I’m so happy you’re finally here.”

  She turns toward me and smiles back. “Me, too. But all I can think about is getting something to eat—besides airport food—and a bed. I’m so tired.”

  I wrap my arm around her so she can rest her head on my shoulder. “I’m pretty sure that’s all we’re going to do tomorrow. Eat and lay in bed naked,” I confirm.

  She giggles lightly. “I never said naked…”

  “You didn’t have to because I already know.”

  “You really are a cocky son-of-a-bitch.” She laughs, wrapping her arms around my waist as she sinks into my chest.

  I ended up carrying her up to our suite. She passed out before we even arrived, so I didn’t want to disturb her. I lay her as quietly as I can down on the bed, making sure to cover her up so she stays warm. I look at her and think how fucking beautiful she is and how lucky I am that, after everything we’ve been through, it’s lead us to right here.

  Chapter Five

  Ceci

  Paradise—or not

  I WAKE UP to the breathtaking smell of breakfast—crepes, bacon, and fresh fruit. Bentley’s even ordered my favorite—homemade pure maple syrup.

  “This smells delicious.” I inhale dramatically, smiling up at Bentley who’s only wearing his briefs. “And looks delicious.”

  “How do you know? I haven’t uncovered them yet.” He gives me a sly smirk.

  “I wasn’t talking about the food that time…”

  “I see you’ve recovered from your jet leg,” he teases.

  I yawn, stretching my hands over my head. “Not really. I woke up to eat, and then I plan to pass back out.”

  He uncovers our breakfast and serves everything to me while I’m still in bed. He sets everything on a tray and sets it on the white, plush comforter. I take a moment to just look around—Bentley’s serving me breakfast in bed in a gorgeous five-star hotel in a luxury suite. The patio doors are slightly open, letting the fresh breeze in. Everything is covered in white, and the sun is shining perfectly outside. It looks like a dream. However, fortunately for me, this is my reality.

  “You all right?” he asks, handing me a glass of orange juice.

  I smile at him and nod. “Yes, perfect. Just soaking in the moment.”

  After I finish, he sets everything back on the room service cart and crawls on top of the bed next to me. He sits adjacent, rubbing a hand over my cheek. “It’s a perfect moment,” I say, leaning my head into his embrace. “Like paradise.”

  “All the moments with you are perfect. No matter what we’re doing, what country we’re in, or what the weather is like—they’re all perfect.” He lovingly rubs the pad of his thumb under my eye.

  “A girl could definitely get use to this.”

  “You’re plenty use to it,” he mocks.

  “I don’t mean just the materialistic things. I mean—you. Just being with you. The downtime is nice, but even when things are crazy around us.”

  He shifts and grabs my hips so I’m now straddling him. He brushes my hair back, cupping my face. He presses our foreheads together like a sealed bond that can’t be broken before taking my mouth in his. The kiss is filled with passion and love, deep and tender. His tongue mixes with mine while heat and desire brew between us as I rock my hips against his.

  He grabs my thighs, rocking us harder together. I feel his thick cock hard against me, begging for attention. He pulls my shirt down, revealing my shoulder. His lips trail down my neck, landing right over my tattoo and scar, kissing fiercely as we rock back and forth together.

  “Mm, Ceci. God—” he pants against my blistering skin, desperately wishing to rip all the cotton that’s keeping our bodies from connecting. “It’s amazing what this body does to me.”

  I arch my body, giving him better access to my shoulder and chest. He palms my breast, massaging it firmly in his hand, as he continues his trail of kisses.

  “Let me touch you,” I plead. “I need to feel you.”

  He palms my breast harder, trailing his lips down to my nipple. He sucks—hard. I gasp at the sensation, my chest heaving as he continues his pleasurable torture. I lean back, giving him complete access to my body, begging him to take it.

  “Bentley…” I whimper. “Please.”

  His tongue makes a path from my chest to my neck, tilting my body backward as his lips suck and nip at my skin.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers. His mouth wraps around my earlobe, making my entire body quiver.

  I’m completely wrapped up in him, loving how he devours me and loves me all at the same time. He always makes me feel so cherished and needed.

  A firm knock at the front interrupts our bliss, but Bentley is hell bent on not stopping. “Just ignore it. It’s probably just housekeeping.”

  I smile as his mouth continues to lick up my body’s arousal. “That’s why there’s a ‘do not disturb’ sign available.”

  I feel him smile before replying, “There was no time.”

  The knocking continues. Someone is definitely eager, but that doesn’t stop Bentley. In fact, it urges him on.

  He lays me flat on my back and wraps his legs around mine, securing them to him.

  I moan as his lips make their way down my stomach, slowly making their way to where I really want him. I arch my back, leaning back on my elbows as I close my eyes—surrendering to his touch.

  I gasp as his tongue begins lick down my stomach, slowly making its way under my panties.

  “Mm…” I moan softly, urging him to go lower.

  “What do you need, sweetheart? Tell me.”

  “I need to not be wearing clothes,” I mock.

  “Oh, my god
!” a woman’s voice squeals. My eyes pop open to Angie standing in the doorway with a frightened expression. I push Bentley off and cover myself up immediately, my cheeks blushing from embarrassment.

  “God, Angie,” Bentley growls. “What are you doing in here?”

  “I’m sorry, I-I thought you were still sleeping. I knocked for like ten minutes.”

  “And yet, you didn’t get the hint.” He adjusts himself, sitting on the edge of the bed to hide my body.

  “Well, when my most important client doesn’t answer his phone or his door, I go to extreme measures.” Her tone is firm as is her stance. She’s pissed.

  “I’m off today. I told you that. Ceci just got in and she needed a day to rest.”

  “Yeah, I saw the resting that was happening.” She smirks slyly, crossing her arms. Bentley’s body tenses as she continues. “Well, she can rest all she wants. I need you to meet me in the lobby in twenty minutes. You need to meet with the photographer to discuss wardrobe.”

  She leaves before Bentley can argue his way out of it. And just like that—paradise over.

  * * *

  I spend most of the day in bed, switching between reading and watching TV. Bentley had to leave almost immediately to avoid getting his head chewed off—and not in a good way.

  I’ve almost fully recovered from jet lag when a waiter brings in a tray of food. I tighten my robe as I rub my eyes, trying to remember if I had ordered food.

  “I didn’t order room service,” I say politely.

  “Mr. Leighton ordered it for you, Miss.” He stands firmly, waiting for me to allow him into the room.

  “Oh…all right. You can bring it in here.” I wave my hand to the living room, not wanting him in my room any longer than necessary. “Thank you.”

  He nods and walks toward the door, leaving me with the massive tray of food. I lift one silver platter to find spaghetti and meatballs, and the other of chocolate cheesecake.

  I grin widely as I grab the small card that’s printed with my name.

  I’m sorry I can’t be there to eat your favorite meal with you. Enjoy.

  I love you,

  Bentley

  I laugh silently to myself. Favorite meal. The only meal we can successfully make together without overcooking. I sit down and begin devouring both plates when my phone goes off with a text message. Expecting to see Bentley’s name, my eyes widen when I realize it’s not him.

  Katelynn: OMG…guess who’s getting married??

  Me: OMG…is it a Kardashian sister? Is it Kourtney?

  Katelynn: No, you reality TV junkie. ME!

  I gasp aloud, almost dropping my phone.

  Me: WHAT? Omg! I’m missing it? I missed it!

  Tears begin streaming down my cheeks as I imagine Brandon on one knee confessing his love to her. They’ve been together for over two years now and are beyond perfect for each other, so I knew it was coming. However, now I’m so depressed that I’m not home to celebrate with them.

  Katelynn: God, Celia. It was so romantic. He’s so perfect. I’ll tell you all about it when you get back.

  Me: You better! I so can’t wait! Send me a picture of the ring at least.

  I smile as I look at her perfect engagement ring. Reality sets in how traveling with Bentley has made me miss these kinds of things back home. I want to be here for him, but I feel like I’m missing so much of my life back in the states. I feel like I need a purpose besides keeping his hotel room occupied.

  Me: It’s gorgeous, babe! I can’t wait to see you!

  I lay back on the couch and wonder when this became my life. Bentley chasing after his dream is exactly what I wanted, but at what cost if it’s only going to jeopardize our relationship and alter our once-dreamed of perfect future?

  Chapter Six

  Bentley

  GOD, WHAT A fucking horrible day. It started out amazing, and then all went to hell the second Angie walked in our room.

  She nit-picked every single outfit I wore. She said it didn’t go with ‘my image’ and I needed to look the part. Whatever the hell that meant. I didn’t care as long as it got me out of there faster—which it didn’t. Twelve long, dreadful hours later, I was finally back at the hotel.

  I tiptoe inside, the room completely silent. I curse under my breath as I see Ceci lying on the couch by herself, sleeping. I feel like the world’s biggest jackass. I bring her all the way out here just to leave her in here with nothing to do.

  She’s lying on her side with a book pressed up against her chest. She’s wearing a white, plush robe—her hair lying wildly across the pillow.

  I softly brush her hair back and kiss her temple. I grab the book and set it gently on the table before pushing my arms underneath her. I slowly pick her up, her arms wrapping around my neck as I carry her into the bedroom.

  “Mm…” she moans softly into my ear. I smile as I lay her down gently, pulling back the covers. “You’re back.” Her eyes are still sealed shut, but she continues to mumble. “I missed you.”

  I cover her up and kiss her cheek. “I’m sorry I took so long. I missed you too, sweetheart. Get some sleep. I’m going to quickly take a shower.”

  “Mmkay.”

  I wash the smell of the stale studio off me, along with the cheap perfume that surrounded me. The constant retouching, primping, and grooming sometimes becomes too much. All I thought about was Ceci today and how much I was letting her down.

  I crawl into bed next to her and pull her firmly to my chest. Her body relaxes against mine, something she’s done countless times over the past two years. This—this is my heaven. I can’t wait until we’re married, traveling across the globe as husband and wife, and experiencing everything together.

  * * *

  “Sweetheart, it’s time. We need to eat and get ready.”

  She curls her body into a ball, mumbling something as she closes her delicate eyes again.

  I walk to her side of the bed and catch her smiling, pretending she doesn’t hear me.

  “You think you’re clever, don’t you?”

  “Come back to bed,” she whines. “I promise it’s nice and warm.” She wiggles her body deeper into the mattress as she folds her hands underneath her face.

  “I don’t think so, Ceci…” I whip the covers back as she gasps and crunches her body tighter together. I pick her up and lift her over my shoulder, squealing and laughing as I carry her into the bathroom.

  “Bentley!” she screams. “Put me down!”

  “You know the drill, sweetheart.”

  “No, please, no!” She’s screaming and laughing at the same time, punching my back with no success.

  I grin as I set her down on the bathroom counter, pulling her robe open and exposing every perfect inch of her skin. “Jesus, babe.”

  “You know this is like assault or something. You can’t just take me out of bed and throw me around like a ragdoll.” She pretends to sound serious, but I hear the sarcasm laced in her voice.

  I pull her robe open more, letting it drop over her shoulders. Her hair is a wild mess, completely matted. Her eyes have dark circles around them, indicating she’s still exhausted from her long flight. Her skin is flushed, goose bumps appearing just from feeling my harsh breath against it.

  I stand in between her legs; she wraps them around my waist eagerly. I bring my knuckles to her cheek, rubbing softly over the pink tint that’s covering her cheeks.

  “You’re so beautiful in the morning. So raw, real, and completely you.” I lean down and kiss her lips softly. She moans in anticipation, but I don’t give her more just yet. “I really am sorry I had to leave you here yesterday.” She frowns as her eyes look into mine, showing me she understands. “Will you forgive me?”

  Her frown turns into a breathtaking smile as she nods. “Of course. I know work is important.”

  I lean down again and crush my lips to hers, eager to be inside of her, but I don’t just yet. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me in deeper.

 
I brush my hands on her thighs, her skin soft to the touch. Her body quivers against me, letting me know she’s fully aroused and greedy.

  “Sweetheart,” I groan, not wanting to let her go. “We’re going to be late...”

  “Then you better be quick.” I feel her lips curve into a smirk.

  In one quick movement, I flip her over and tear her robe the rest of the way off. I bend her over the counter, her arms spread out as she grasps the sink. “Hold on, sweetheart,” I growl. I run my hands down her back, smoothing her skin against my fingertips until I land on the small of her back. I press a firm palm down on her, angling her body lower. I rub my palms over her ass, spreading her cheeks a part. I bring my hand up and slap her hard against one cheek, making her yelp in surprise. Before she can scold me, I rub my hard length up and down her cheeks. She moans in response, dipping her head lower and giving me access right where I need.

  I firmly rub my cock, pumping up and down the length, before entering inside her. She moans loudly as I take every inch of her, deep and roughly before setting the pace.

  “God, baby...” I growl as I thrust inside faster. I grasp her hips and pound into her hard, greedily. She dips her back, raising her ass against me higher, which makes me slide in deeper. “Jesus Christ,” I cry out as I feel her walls tightly consuming me.

  “Faster...” she pants. “Don’t stop until I come,” she demands.

  I do as she asks, squeezing her hips harder as I pick up the pace. The only sounds are our muffled breaths and the slapping of our bodies. I look up and see her looking at me through the mirror. It’s an intimate gesture I hadn’t expected, but being able to look at her as she comes in this position almost makes me come on the spot. Damn, she’s gorgeous. Beautiful. Striking. She’s everything. The way she gives her body to me, trusts me, and loves me—reminds me of everything we’ve been through to get to where we are now.

  Our eyes remain locked as her body shakes, unraveling underneath me as an orgasm takes over. “Oh, my god, Bentley...” she moans, her head falling back as I take her over the edge. She brings her face back down, meeting my eyes again as I pump forcefully—releasing deep inside her. I continue eye contact with her as my body comes down, relaxing against her. The way she’s looking at me is so intense that I can barely take it. I pull out of her and flip her over to face me as I grab her neck, pulling her mouth to mine. The kiss is deep and greedy, and I can’t find it in myself to let go, even though we’re going to be extremely late now—I don’t give a fuck.