* * *
I have her do a few errands for me. It’s not work related, but I need to get her out of my office. I need to clear my head.
Except I can’t. Flashbacks of the other night resurface—the softness of her body, the aching moans she screamed, and the way her tight pussy clenched around me. It’s all too distracting when I need to be thinking about my company—my future.
Being burned before—and almost ruined— I know I need to be cautious, but part of me refuses to believe she’s anything but genuine. She’s in college. She’s twenty-one years old. She’s smart. All those reasons should tell me I'm over-paranoid. But part of me is still unsure.
She walks into my office with my dry cleaning, extra bold coffee, and transcript files I asked her to find. I didn’t really need them, but I needed to keep her busy. I needed to keep her distant.
I stand up and take the dry cleaning from her, softly grazing her hand. “Thank you.”
She scowls. “You’re welcome, Mr. Leighton.”
“Is there a problem, Miss West?” Her eyes drop to the floor, her body tensing at the firmness of my voice. I know she’s pissed that I sent her on an errand run instead of giving her something to do here.
“No, of course not,” she insists, but I can see right through her.
I place the hanger on my coat rack. She places my coffee and files on my desk and steps back cautiously waiting for her next order.
As much as she fights it and demands control, she submits nicely. Always willing to please and give me exactly what I want.
I smile at the thought.
In the office, I’m still her boss and she’s my intern, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun with her.
I sit back down with my arms behind my head and grin at her. “Take a step back,” I demand.
Her eyes meet mine as she does what she’s told. “Unbutton your blouse.”
“What?”
“I won’t repeat myself, Ceci. You’re a college senior. I’m sure you’re capable of following directions.”
She swallows hard as she questions me with her eyes. She begins unbuttoning her blouse until each one has been undone. She drops her arms to her sides, breathing heavy as she waits again for my orders.
I take her in—her perfectly fit, athletic body. She’s petite, but she’s not small. She’s flawlessly proportioned in every way I love—curvy and tone.
“Unzip your skirt.”
Her hands go behind her as she reaches for the zipper. She slowly—and torturously—unzips her skirt. I watch intently as it falls to a pool at her feet. She’s standing in fucking black stockings that end mid-thigh.
Goddamn stockings.
My cock stands at attention at the sight of her. I’m not going to be able to control myself for much longer. Send her away. Send her home.
Fuck no.
“Open your blouse so I can see you.”
Her breath hitches, but she continues to do what I tell her.
“Beautiful,” I say softly. “Now let me see your breasts. Pull your bra down.”
She hesitates, holding her hands on her bra but not moving. “Why are you doing this?” she asks weakly.
My mouth curves into a cocky grin. She has no room for questioning my motives. I won’t give in that easily.
“Don’t ask questions.”
She sighs and jerks her bra down, exposing her perfect pink erect nipples.
“Fucking gorgeous.”
I can hear her breathing quicken as she watches me touch my cock through my pants. The sight of her makes me ready to toss all my plans out the fucking door, but I don’t. I can’t.
I stare at her, taking in every inch of her fresh, silky skin. I didn’t get a chance to see her like this the other night. It was too dark and I was too hungry to wait. But now…now I was going to see exactly what was driving me insane.
“Touch yourself.”
“What?” she gasps.
“Your breasts. Touch them.”
“This is humiliating. I’m not doing that. You can’t make me.” She’s trying to stand her ground with the seriousness of her tone, but I can see her quivering from all the way across the desk.
I stand up and round the corner of my desk. I step behind her, her back to my chest. I wrap an arm around her, squeezing her bare breast in one hand, and grabbing her hip with my other hand. I pull her toward me so she can feel exactly what she’s doing to me, exactly what seeing her like this does to me.
“Good,” I whisper in her ear. “You deserve it.”
“Why?”
I rub her nipple in between my thumb and finger, pulling aggressively and squeezing her breast in my palm. She yelps at the pain.
“You’re not as confident as I thought you were,” I taunt. “If you can’t handle it, just say the word and I’ll stop.”
“Just tell me why you’re doing this.”
I grab her blouse and pull it down her arms. I toss it down next to her skirt. I unsnap her bra and add it to the collection.
I palm both of her breasts in each hand firmly. She moans as her body leans into mine, her body arching deeper against me.
“You left yesterday morning without a word.” I squeeze her breasts harder.
“I had class.”
“You bailed like a one-night stand would.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Are you?” I free one hand and lower it down her stomach.
“Yes,” she pants out.
“You humiliated me, Ceci.” My hand slips under her panties, a finger making its way inside her. “Leaving me like that.”
“Like you’re humiliating me?” she counters. I begin rubbing her clit as I palm her breast harder. I synchronize the moments together, teasing and torturing both sensitive areas at the same time.
“You don’t think having that conversation with your professor humiliated me, Ceci? I’m the soon-to-be CEO and you made me look incompetent.”
“You acted like you understood,” she breathes out, trying not to react to how she is really feeling.
I spin her around and push her until the back of her thighs hit my desk. I lean over her until my lips are barely touching hers.
“I said I wouldn’t tell, I never said I wouldn’t make you pay a price.”
“I apologized.” Her breathing quickens, but her eyes are strong, determined.
“I don’t appreciate being made a fool.” I lean harder against her so she can feel me through my pants. I run both of my hands up her legs and grab hold of her thighs. I spread them wide and fit my body inside. “Do we have an understanding?”
She leans back on her hands and arches her body up for me. “Yes, Mr. Leighton.”
“Good girl.”
I lower my mouth and kiss my way down her neck and chest until I reach one of her breasts. I pull it into my mouth and devour it. One hand rests on her back, holding her in place. Her head falls back as a deep moan escapes her throat. As much as she wants to fight it, she can’t.
“You’re going to need to keep it down,” I warn as I move to her other breast and suck on it harder.
She gasps on contact. Her body relaxes against mine as her back arches again, fully giving herself to me.
I smirk at how hopeless her body is to my touch. My mouth makes its way lower toward her panties that are utterly useless in the first place.
I grab her panties and slide them to the side. I rub a finger up and down her pussy, curling a finger deep inside her. She’s slick and dripping with want. “Jesus…you were waiting for me.”
I kneel in between her, kissing up her exposed thigh. Her body already begins trembling and I’ve barely touched her yet.
“I guess your body doesn’t agree with your mind,” I say amused. “Or you secretly love being humiliated.”
I look up at her as she bites her lip hard— preventing her from screaming at the pleasurable torture I’m causing her. It fucking turns me on to see her like this—greedy and ready.
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bsp; I close the gap between us and devour her pussy. I continue rubbing her clit as my tongue circles inside of her. Her body jerks at the intensity of my mouth and finger working her. Her hands are holding her up behind her, but the way her body arches into me, she’s practically falling flat on the desk.
“Oh, god…I-I can’t—”
“Hold yourself up,” I demand. I curl two fingers inside of her, making her hips buck forward.
“Bentley…yes…” she moans, her eyes closing as her head falls backward. “Oh, god…yes…oh, my god…”
“Sweetheart…” I say in a firm tone. I stand up while keeping my fingers in place, bringing my face to hers. “You’re going to let the entire floor know what you’re up to.”
“I don’t care…let them.”
“You want to test that theory?” I ask, curling my fingers inside of her harder and deeper. “How loud can you get?”
“Fuck…Bentley…God, yes!” she all but yells. I didn’t think she would—she’s testing me just as much as I’m testing her. I close my mouth over hers, kissing her fiercely as she lets her moans rivet down my throat. The vibrations are intense and keep up the rhythm my body has against hers.
“I love when you scream my name,” I break the kiss and whisper against her ear. “However, I’d rather hear it with my dick inside of you.”
“I don’t remember that being in the company handbook.”
I lick a trail up her neck and ask, “Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no,” she immediately responds. “Oh, god…yes…so fucking good.”
“Lean back,” I tell her. She drops her elbows and lays flat on my desk. She’s perfectly laid out for me in just her panties and stockings.
“Jesus, Ceci…I’m tempted to take you just like this.”
“I’m not stopping you.”
Cecilia
Bentley grabs me, pulling me up to his chest. He tells me to wrap my legs around him, and I comply willingly. He carries me to a sidewall that isn’t visible from the door. He’s eerily silent as he crushes his body to mine as he kisses my neck and grinds against me. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer.
One arm releases me as he reaches for his back pocket and pulls out his wallet with a condom. I watch as he unzips his pants and rolls it on. He aligns our bodies up perfectly and moves my panties out of the way before entering inside of me.
“Oh, my god…” I gasp at the size of him pressing inside of me. My body takes him inch by inch, opening up wide for him. It’s only been a couple of days, but I already missed the way it felt to have him. It feels like nothing I’ve ever had before and now that I have it, I don’t want to know what it’s like to not feel him.
His tongue licks a path from my chest to my neck. He sucks lightly as he thrusts inside me, over and over again. My thighs tighten around him, begging him for more. He spreads his feet farther apart, stretching my walls wider for him. He grinds deeper, reaching all the way inside of me. My fingers claw at his back. My nails dig into his skin, marking him as he fucks me harder.
“Ahh, yes…Bentley…oh, god…fuck, yes.” I can’t control the random screams that escape my throat. My mind is beyond coherent thoughts.
He palms my mouth, muffling the moans and screams. “You have to stay quiet,” he warns.
“I can’t…” I pant.
He smirks, proud that he pleases me beyond control. His mouth grabs mine—his kisses fast and raw as he brings me to climax. I orgasm all around him as I moan deeper into his mouth.
His body begins to tense, his release not too far behind, when a loud knock interrupts us. He palms my mouth again and leans into my ear, “Don’t move.”
I breathe heavily into his hand, nervous that someone’s about to walk in and catch us.
His hips don’t get the memo, though. He continues a slow, sensual rhythm. My eyes widen at him in question—what the hell is he doing?—but he ignores me. His free hand grips my hips as he continues driving deep inside of me.
The knock continues as my heart beats loudly. So loud that I’m sure the person on the other side of the door can hear it.
“Don’t tense up,” he says softly. “I’m not going to stop fucking you.”
I try to relax my body as he stretches my walls again, pumping harder inside me. My hips beg to move with his, but his firm grip securely holds me in place.
The door opens and my breathing stops. I lean firmly against the wall, hoping to God that this person doesn’t round the short hallway in his office.
“Sweetheart…” His voice breaks me out of my panic attack. “You feel so fucking good. I’m not stopping until I’m done with you.” I swallow, hearing the seriousness of his words. “It’s the evening cleaning crew…” he informs me. “That’s no reason to stop.”
I want to laugh and cry at the way he doesn’t seem to mind that we’re about two seconds from being busted. Apparently, it was turning him on because I could feel him stretching wider inside me.
“Mr. Leighton?” A woman’s voice asks.
“Shh…” he moans against my ear. “She’ll just grab the trash and vacuum. Less than five minutes.” I can tell he’s trying to reassure me, but it’s making me panic even more.
Both of his hands secure me in place on my hips as he jerks hard and fast inside me. My head falls back as he moves smoothly inside me, my eyes closing as he brings me to another orgasm.
The vacuum sounds just as another one ripples through me. I cup my mouth with both hands, trying to hold in the moans of pleasure that sweep over me. I try to bite my lip and keep it in, but the feel of him releasing inside me puts me over the edge.
“Oh, god, Ceci…fuuuuuuuuuck…” he moans hard against my ear. He’s much quieter than I am, but as soon as the vacuum stops, I force the moans down my throat instead of releasing them.
We stand there until we finally hear the door slam shut. He releases me, slowly dropping my legs to the floor. He rolls the condom off and adjusts himself back in his pants before walking back to his desk.
I follow behind, feeling sore and exposed. Bentley and I haven’t exactly talked about our ‘situation’ but I’m not so sure I should question it either. Before he found me in his office, I could’ve swore he wanted more from me, but now I’m not so sure he does anymore.
I watch as he disposes the condom in the trash and I go in search of my clothes that are sprinkled across the floor.
“Oh, my god!” I squeal. Bentley turns toward me immediately as I take in my clothes—perfectly folded on top of his desk.
Chapter Six
Cecilia
AS SOON AS Bentley told me to search for a certain transcript for him earlier, I knew it was my opportunity to search for Samuel Anderson. I hadn’t known what to look for the last time I was in there, but this time I knew.
However, I still came up empty handed. No record of a Samuel Anderson and nothing linking him to any cases.
Shit.
This isn’t getting me anywhere.
Once he confronts me about Professor Hennings, I know I have to come up with something quick. That’ll be two strikes against me, and soon he’ll be putting the pieces together. I have no choice but to lie, again.
Relief washes over me when he says he won’t tell the committee, but part of me knows it’s not over. The intense heat between us hasn’t faded since Thursday—if anything, it’s multiplied—escalating at even a faster rate than before. It’s dangerous territory, I know, but I can’t stop it now. My body gives into every command, no matter what my mind says—Part Devil and Part Angel has given up on me completely.
I grab my neatly folded clothes off his desk and quickly dress before anyone else can burst in. It’s 5:30 PM and way past my internship time. I walk out with what dignity I have left without a word to Bentley.
* * *
My hair is a complete mess from being slammed against the wall repeatedly, my clothes are wrinkled, and my face is completely flushed.
There’s no
way I can go home like this. I need time to cool off.
Instead, I drive to Cora’s and decide to have that chat I promised her.
“Holy shit!” she shrieks when she answers the door. “She’s alive!” She grins.
I roll my eyes at her melodramatic tone. “Barely,” I quip. “Are you going to let me in?”
We walk to her room where she finally takes in my wardrobe. “You are a hot mess. Where have you been?”
I clamp my mouth shut, unable to keep eye contact with her. I may be good at lying to Bentley and my mom, but Cora was someone I couldn’t. Ever. I’ve tried.
And failed miserably.
“All right, spill it.” We both sit on her bed and face each other.
“You first,” I counter. “Are you and Simon hooking up?” I ask bluntly.
“WHAT?” she gasps. “That’s a big fat no.”
I look at her suspiciously, eyeing her closely to see if she’s telling the truth.
She’s not.
I grin at her fake disgusted expression.
“Why don’t I believe you?”
“I don’t know. It’s the truth. I hate Simon.”
“You might hate him, but you were definitely making out with him yesterday.”
“Who told you that?” she spits out before realizing it. Her hands cover her mouth, her eyes wide. “I mean, who said that?”
“I knew it.” I laugh. “Totally called it, by the way.”
She sighs. “Shut up. It was a one-time thing. Not happening again.”
“Sure.” I smile.
“Okay, so now tell me. This new guy—who is he?”
I spend the next hour telling her about Bentley. I leave out the whole internship/boss thing, because I know she can’t handle that, and I don’t want to hear her freaking out over it. I tell her that after meeting him, we’ve been randomly hooking up.
It wasn’t a lie. But it wasn’t the full truth.
Honestly, I don’t even know what’s going on. I feel this whole situation is slipping away from me before I even have a chance to firmly grasp it.
* * *
After finding nothing on Samuel Anderson, I begin to wonder if he’s even connected to my dad’s death. However, I can’t stop thinking that if my mother hid it that he had to mean something. I just have to figure out how.
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