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Chapter Four

W alking back out to the bar, I sit down, pick up my glass of whiskey, and chug it before slamming the glass on the table.

Xavier and Alistair both narrow their eyes at me. When Xavier’s glare shifts from me to something or someone over my shoulder, he curses under his breath. I don’t need to turn around to know it’s Bentley. I can fucking feel her. The back of my neck prickles in her presence. My still-fucking-hard cock twitches.

“For the love of God, tell me you didn’t just fuck our newest employee in the bathroom,” Xavier groans, rubbing a hand down his face.

“I didn’t fuck our newest employee in the bathroom.” I roll my eyes. Because I finger-fucked her in the bathroom , I silently add in my head.

“That is a HR lawsuit waiting to fucking happen, Nathan. You’re smarter than that. You should be smarter than that. Fuck, just be smarter than that,” Alistair warns.

“You think I don’t know that?” I scoff, pushing my chair back and standing. “Like I said, I didn’t fuck our new employee in the bathroom,” I repeat, hoping they both get it through their thick fucking skulls and drop the topic.

Walking out of the bar, I jump straight into a cab. After I’ve given the driver my address, I pull out my phone and scroll through various emails.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist touching her. And now that I have, I only want to do it more. I want to feel the curves of her waist under my hands. I want to hold the weight of her breasts in my palms. I want to touch every inch of her silky, smooth skin. When you’re used to getting everything you want, always, it’s really fucking hard to deny yourself something as alluring as Bentley Johnson.

Johnson.

I should have known… Why didn’t I know whose daughter she was? I’ve read all about her father’s case. He went to jail for what he and his company did. How did she manage to get through our interview process with no one picking up on the fact that she was a Johnson, as in Kemp Johnson’s Cosmetics? I’m not sure there’s anyone in the corporate world who doesn’t know about that case. But that was her father, and the son shouldn’t be cursed for the sins of the father. Or, in this instance, the daughter shouldn’t either.

The driver pulls to a stop outside my apartment building. Handing him over some cash, I jump out of the car and loosen the tie around my neck. I need a shower, a drink, and a wank. Probably not in that order. My cock still aches in my pants while the memory of Bentley’s pussy clenching around my fingers plays through my mind, as I wait for the elevator to reach the top floor. It opens right into my foyer. I don’t bother turning on the lights in my penthouse. Instead, I head straight for the shower.

I turn on the hot water and the room steams up as I undress, throwing my clothes in a pile on the floor. Stepping into the shower, I bring my fingers to my nose. I can still smell her on them. It’s fucking intoxicating. As much as I wanted to lick them clean, I refrained. I want the first taste I get of her pussy to come directly from the source.

My hand drops down and fists my cock. I can see her. Hear her. It’s almost like she’s here, in this shower with me. Her moans, the way her body shook as she came around my fingers…

Fuck, I can’t wait to sink my cock into her and have her clamp down around it. My fist pumps back and forth, slowly. I want to savour this. I’m not in a rush. I look down, picturing Bentley on her knees, her breasts bare and on display for me. I imagine taking hold of each side of her face, pushing my cock all the way to the back of her throat. I can see the tears that would roll down her cheeks, feel her warm mouth on my cock, her tongue swirling around my tip before I thrust back in…

“Fuck!” I hiss as ropes of cum shoot out of me and all over the tiled walls of the shower. My knees buckle as I continue to pump one, two, three more times. Fuck me, if the real thing is anything like the fantasy I’ve conjured up in my head, I need to get Bentley Johnson into my bed as soon as humanly possible.

Finishing off my shower, I shut off the water and wrap a towel around my waist. Then I walk out of my bedroom, heading to the bar that’s fully stocked in the corner of my living room, and pause.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask the intruder currently sprawled out naked on my sofa.

“I thought you might want some company.” Jessica smiles, running a hand up and down her flat stomach.

“You thought wrong. Get dressed and get out.” I grab her coat and throw it on top of her.

“What? Why?” She pouts.

“If I wanted you here, I would have invited you. I didn’t.” I continue to make my way to the bar. Any other night, I would take her up on her offer. Fuck, maybe I should? If I fuck someone else, it might help ease this aching need I have for Bentley.

I shake my head. It won’t work. As good as Jessica is, she’s no Bentley.

As I pour myself a shot of whiskey, I hear Jessica’s clothing rustling behind me. “You know you don’t have to be an ass about it, Nathan,” she says.

I turn around and lean my back against the cabinets. “I’m changing my code. In fact, I don’t even remember giving it to you. How’d you get in here?” I ask her with a raise of my brow.

“I watched you type it in.” She shrugs.

That would explain it. It’s not like I ever hide the code to my penthouse. I never thought I’d have to. “Considering you saw yourself in, I think you can manage to see yourself out.” I hear the elevator doors close as I walk back to my bedroom with a fresh glass of whiskey in hand.

It’s ten to eight. I’m sitting at my desk, watching the door like a wolf in heat just waiting for its prey to cross the threshold. I need to get a grip on myself. It’s not like I can ravage her the moment she clocks in.

She’s your employee.

The words are scrawled across a big yellow Post-it note that’s stuck to my monitor. Courtesy of Xavier Christianson. The writing has his cursive flare to it. Xavier, unlike me and Alistair, grew up with a gold spoon in his mouth. Not silver, literally gold. I spotted the gold baby spoons in a cabinet in his parents’ house one time when we were all there celebrating a win.

He comes from one of Australia’s wealthiest families. He could have had it easy and rode on the coattails of his father. He chose a different path. He chose law. He’s worked just as hard as I have, to become the best at what he does. I think he has this thing about proving to the world he can do it on his own or some shit. Whatever it is, I’m fucking glad, because he is the best criminal defence attorney this city has seen in a very long time.

Our firm is comprised of three departments: criminal law, which is Xavier’s bread and butter, family law, Alistair’s specialty, and finally corporate law, which is all me.

We are the best firm in Melbourne. We’ve all worked our asses off to be the best and gain that reputation. Thoughts of Randall Clive and the potential ramifications of losing him as a client run through my head. What impact is this going to have on the firm?

I know I made the right decision. I will never give in to a demand from anyone. Fuck that. I’ll sit back and watch his company go down the drain when he hands the reins over to his cokehead of a grandson. There was no way I was going to fire Bentley. Even if it was her first day. She’s smart, top of her class kind of smart. That’s the sort of attorney we want working for us. And the decision had nothing to do with the fact that I want to bend her over my desk and fuck the shit out of her.

There’s a soft knock at the door, causing me to look up from my computer screen. She’s here. Relief washes over me. I wasn’t one hundred percent sure that she’d come back. I was half-expecting to be served with a HR lawsuit the minute I walked into the office this morning. Which is why I drew up a contract as soon as I arrived. I just need to find a way to get Bentley to sign it. It covers both of us if we continue our extracurricular activities. Who am I kidding? There is no if , because one look at her now has my cock rock-fucking-hard.

“Miss Johnson, close the door,” I instruct her.

Bentley looks from me to the door, considering her options before she steps inside and does as she’s told.

Good girl. I don’t say the words out loud. But it is nice to know she’s a natural at following orders. I think she and I are going to have plenty of fun getting to know each other.

“Have a seat.” I point to one of the chairs in front of me.

Bentley sits down, and for the first time, I wish I had a glass desk. Because, fuck, would I like to see those thighs of hers cross over each other.

“I apologise for my behaviour last night. I want to assure you that it won’t happen again. I’m not that girl. I will make sure it doesn’t happen again,” she says, looking me firmly in the eye.

“You’re really fucking beautiful when you lie.” I smirk, watching the redness creep up her neck. “But let’s not kid ourselves. What happened last night…” I point from her to me. “We both wanted that to happen. And it’s going to happen again,” I say.

“You’re my boss,” she whispers.

“I’m aware.” I sit back in my chair.

“I can’t.”

“And yet you already did.” My fingers click the top of my pen up and down, anything to stop myself from reaching across the desk, pulling her into my lap, and having her ride my dick.

“I-I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

Ignoring her comment, I drop the pen. I don’t think she’s in the mood to sign my contract at the moment. So I pick up a manilla folder and slide it across the desk. “I need you to proof these contracts, make sure there’s nothing out of order. If you have any questions, ask.”

“Wait. That’s it?” She appears confused.

“That’s it, Miss Johnson. You can set yourself up over there.” I gesture to the sofa. I should show her where her office is, where she should be stationed for the day. I’m not ready to let her leave though. I like having her here.

“When will my own office be ready?” she asks as she stands from her seat.

“I’m not sure. I don’t have the time nor the inclination to follow up with menial matters,” I reply with a dismissive wave of my hand.

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