Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

W hat the hell am I doing? Playing with fire, that’s what.

As Nathan leads me into his apartment, his palm resting on my lower back, I can’t help but think that by kissing my boss, I’m also kissing my whole career in corporate law goodbye.

“I shouldn’t be here,” I say aloud.

“Want a drink?” Nathan walks farther into the living room and over to what appears to be a minibar, blatantly ignoring my protests as he goes.

“Nathan, what are we doing?”

“I’m having a drink. You haven’t told me if you want one or not yet.” He pours himself a glass of amber liquid.

“I’m serious. You’re my boss. I’m throwing my career out the window before I’ve even had a chance to start it.”

“We’re both consenting adults, Bentley. I mean, you’re barely an adult but you are one. And I’ve been one for some time now. I think, whatever we do, we can be mature about it.” He sips at his glass.

“I worked really hard to get this position, Nathan.”

“You did. And you’re not at risk of losing it.” He sips again. “I have something for you,” he says, stalking towards me and taking my hand. “Come on.”

I follow him—well, let him pull me down a hallway and into a room. An office. Releasing my hand, Nathan walks over to the desk and picks up a piece of paper.

“What is this?” I ask when he hands it to me.

“It’s an NDA and an NSA,” he says, his tone matter of fact. Like it’s just another day in the office.

“NSA?” I parrot. I know what a nondisclosure agreement is, but for the life of me, I cannot work out what NSA stands for.

“Nonharassment suit agreement.” He smirks.

“You just made that up. That’s not even legal. This…” I gesture to the bullshit document. “…won’t hold up in a court of law,” I tell him.

“Maybe. But if it makes you feel better, I’ll sign it.”

“Why me?” I ask him. “You could have any woman, fuck the female population to your heart’s content. Why go through this kind of hassle for me?”

“I don’t want just any woman. I want you.”

“What happens when you don’t anymore?” I question him.

“We will cross that bridge when and if that day ever comes.”

Folding the paper in half, I tuck it into my bag.

“You want a pen? We can sign it here, now…?” Nathan asks.

“I think I’ll read it properly first. I’m not in the habit of signing things without careful review.”

“And that’s what makes you a good lawyer.”

“You don’t know that I’m good yet.”

“I’ve seen your grades. I’ve seen your work this week. You’re good. If you weren’t, we never would have recruited you.”

“Thank you.” I smile, casting my eyes to the floor. I can feel my cheeks turning pink. It’s not that I’m not used to the praise. I am. I get plenty of it from my mum and sister. It’s just, coming from him, it seems like so much more than a simple compliment.

Nathan bends over, his shoulder connecting with my stomach, and then the world flips upside down. And I squeal. “What the hell? Put me down.”

A hand lands on my ass. “Nope, you’ve made me wait long enough. I’m not waiting another second,” he says.

My body flies through the air before I land on something soft and cloud-like. A mattress. A bed. I land on his bed. I turn my head from side to side. This must be his bedroom. I’m in his bedroom. I’m in my boss’s bedroom about to have sex. With my boss. I really need to have my head examined. The simple fact that having sex with my boss seems like the best idea since sliced bread shows just how insane I really am.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.” Nathan stares down at me.

“Sex?” I question.

“You. Here. In my bed,” he says, pulling his shirt over his head. It occurs to me just now that I haven’t seen him naked yet. He had me stripped bare in my new office, yet he kept his clothes on.

My eyes soak in all that golden skin. The tanned ridges of his abs, his pecs. It’s clear from how toned he is that he works out. I wonder when he actually finds the time for gym sessions.

“Well, now that I’m here, what do you plan on doing with me?” I ask him. Again, I surprise myself with my newfound sexual confidence. It has to be him. Maybe Nathan’s confidence is rubbing off on me. Or it could be the way he looks at me like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen. A meal he wants to devour over and over again.

“Oh, baby girl, the things I plan to do to you… You’ll just have to wait and see.” He strips out of his pants, left in a pair of black boxer briefs with his cock jutting out and hard through the fabric. I watch as he walks around the bed, opens a drawer, retrieves a foil packet, and throws it beside me. Climbing onto the mattress, he parts my legs, kneeling between them. My skin prickles, forming goose bumps as he looks up and down my body. “You’re overdressed, Miss Johnson. You should never have clothes on when you’re in my bed. We should establish these boundaries early on.” He smirks.

Sitting upright, I reach for the hem of my dress, pulling it over my head and tossing it on the floor. Then I stretch my arms behind my back and unhook my bra before adding it to the pile of discarded clothing. My fingers graze the top of my panties. Nathan’s hands shoot out to stop me.

“Let me,” he says, sliding the lace material down my legs. “It’s like unwrapping the best gift I’ve ever been given.”

“My vagina is a gift?” I question.

“Fuck yes, it is, and now that you’ve given it to me, it’s mine. I don’t return gifts, Bentley.” His finger slides between my folds. “This belongs to me now,” he says, shoving that finger inside me.

My back falls on to the bed, and my legs open even wider. An unspoken invitation. One Nathan accepts without hesitation.

“I’m going to fuck you until we both can’t walk anymore,” he growls, freeing his cock from his briefs.

“Are you sure you’re up to that? I mean, I don’t want you to have a heart attack or anything. I’ve heard that’s common at your age.” I try to hide my smile, unsuccessfully.

“Are you calling me old, Bentley?”

“Well, you’re significantly older than I am.”

Nathan doesn’t say anything. His gaze bores into me as he picks up the foil packet. Ripping it open with his teeth, he then rolls the condom down onto his shaft. He discards his briefs before lining his cock up with my entrance. He thrusts into me, and my body tenses up. It’s too much. He’s too big. I hold my breath and brace my hands against the headboard.

Nathan leans his body over mine. His lips gently pepper kisses all over my face. “Relax, baby girl,” he whispers.

My muscles begin to loosen as my body acclimates to the sudden, sharp intrusion. I wiggle my hips upwards a little, testing out movement. “I’m okay,” I tell him.

“Fuck yes, you are.” Nathan sits back on his knees. Picking up my ankles, he rests both on his shoulders before he leans forward again. My legs fold back into me, my knees pressing against the sides of my chest, by my collarbone. This angle allows him to go even deeper. “Fuck, you’re tight, Bentley. So fucking good,” he says, gently driving in and out of my pussy.

“Mmm, god, yes!” I scream when he pistons forward, pinning me against the mattress. Whatever the tip of his cock just hit inside me lights me up from the inside out. “Again,” I tell him.

“Oh, I’m not stopping. Don’t worry,” he says, thrusting into me again.

He picks up his pace, fucking me like I’ve never been fucked before. This must be what everyone talks about when they say how good sex is, how good it can be . Because it’s not always like this.

This… I don’t know what it is, but it’s intense. It’s pleasure on top of pleasure. The sounds of my wetness, of skin slapping skin, of both of our grunts and moans fill the room. My legs shake and my core convulses as an orgasm rips through me. Nathan doesn’t stop. He continues to fuck me right through my orgasm and straight into another.

“Fuck!” he screams as his movements stiffen. “You. Are. Fucking. Mine,” he says, between clenched teeth, with each thrust. One final drive forward, and then he lowers my legs before his body collapses on top of mine, our sweaty limbs tangled together and our chests heaving as we each bask in the post-orgasmic bliss. That’s when it hits me.

I just had sex with my boss. Not just sex, the best sex of my life, and I already want to do it again.

I’m in trouble. Nathan Miller is trouble.