Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

I should have kept Bentley’s office locked longer. I don’t like her being over on the other side of the building. It’s Wednesday. I haven’t had my hands on her since I dropped her off at her house on Sunday afternoon. We spent the weekend fucking. On every available surface of my apartment. The last couple of days in the office have been busy. I’ve barely seen her. I don’t like it.

Picking up my phone, I dial through to her direct line. “Bentley Johnson,” her sweet voice answers.

“Bentley, I need to see you in my office.”

She’s quiet for a moment. “Now?” she asks.

“No, next week. Of course now.” I hang up the call. I’m well aware I was an ass. But, fuck, I need to see her. I need to feel her. Preferably feel her cunt choking my cock. It takes exactly three minutes for her to leave her desk and walk through my open door. I know because I was watching the clock. “Close the door,” I tell her.

“Okaaaay.” She sits in one of the chairs on the other side of my desk.

Now that she’s here, I’m suddenly at a loss for words. I should make up some work-related reason for my call. “I want to fuck you,” I tell her.

There goes that idea…

Her eyes widen and she looks behind her like someone is going to walk in on us at any moment. “That’s not happening here,” she says.

“Here?”

“We can’t do that in the office. In fact, I think we should refrain from indulging in any form of O benefits until the weekends.”

“O benefits?” I raise a brow in question.

“Orgasm benefits,” she says.

“Right. Well, that’s not going to work for me. It’s only Wednesday, and I’m already going out of my mind here, Bentley. I need you.”

“Want. It’s a want, not a need . I’m sure you have a little black book somewhere you can use to get your needs and wants filled.” She pushes to her feet with an audible huff.

“Sit down. We’re not even close to being done here.” My tone is harsh, way too harsh. But, fuck, her carefree go and fuck anyone else attitude pisses me off. “Let’s get one thing straight. This O benefits program we’re engaged in. It’s exclusive. There are no other members in the club. No one else is permitted entry. Get my drift.”

“And if I don’t agree?” she counters.

“Then there won’t be any O benefits,” I tell her. “It’s exclusive or it’s not at all, Bentley.”

Biting her bottom lip, she thinks about her options. “Okay, well, I choose not at all. Let’s be honest. This isn’t going to end well. We should quit while we’re ahead. It was good, the best. But it’s not right, and if we stop now, no one will get hurt.”

I look at her in shock. Did she seriously just turn down my proposal? I have a long list of women who have been attempting to get this sort of exclusive deal from me. None have ever been successful, and the first girl I offer it to—on a silver fucking platter, mind you—turns it the fuck down.

“I object.”

“We’re not in court, Nathan.”

“I don’t care. I object to you seeing anyone else, to you getting any kind of O benefits from anyone else. I fucking object to anyone else putting their dicks into your pussy.” I stand and walk around the desk.

Bentley takes a few steps back as I approach her. “You don’t get to object. You’re my boss. Here. In this office. But you can’t tell me what to do in my personal life.”

“Watch me.”

“Argh… I have actual work to do. So unless you have business to discuss, I’m going to get back to it.”

I watch her storm out. What the fuck just happened? How did I just lose this negotiation? I never bloody lose.

“What did you do to piss off Bentley?” Alistair asks, walking in right after my first-year stormed out.

“Nothing.” I step around my desk and reclaim my seat behind it.

“Sure about that? She looked ready to rip someone’s head off,” he says, pouring himself a glass of Scotch.

“Help yourself,” I say, my tone sarcastic.

“I will, thanks.” The asshole sits down in the chair Bentley just abandoned.

“Is there a purpose to your visit, Alistair?” I ask.

“Yep, I’m bored and want a wager.”

“A wager?”

“Shardonnay… how long before Xavier fucks up with her?” he says. Shardonnay is Xavier’s new assistant and his sister’s best friend. Besides that, she’s also the girl he’s had a thing for since she was way too young for him to be having a thing for.

“I don’t know. I think he likes her too much to fuck it up.”

“He always fucks shit like that up. He’s not capable of not doing something stupid. A thousand says two weeks and she’ll quit.”

“Okay, you’re on, but I think this one might stick.” I’m optimistic. Mostly because I want my friend to find happiness. I want him to get the girl he’s in love with.

“All right, only time will tell.” Alistair downs the rest of his drink before placing the empty glass on my desk. “Also, don’t fuck Bentley. She’s good. We don’t want to lose her.”

I stare at him, my expression blank. I’m not giving myself up on that one.

“Goddamn it, you already have. No wonder she’s pissed.”

“She’s not pissed. She’s fine,” I tell him.

“So you’re not going to deny it?”

“I’m not confirming it either,” I say, like the good lawyer I am.

“I’m going to have to go out on my own soon. Because, between you and Xavier, this place is a HR lawsuit waiting to happen.” Shaking his head, Alistair crosses the room.

He pauses on the threshold when I call after him, “As if you’d ever leave us. Close the door on your way out.” Then I pick up my phone and send Bentley a message. I shouldn’t have been so harsh with her.

Me:

I’m sorry if I was out of line.

Bentley:

You were.

Me:

Let me make it up to you.

Bentley:

How?

Me:

Meet me in the garage in ten.

I see the three little dots appear, the message marked read , before they disappear again. She doesn’t respond. I head down to the garage and wait in my car anyway.

Fifteen minutes later, the passenger side door opens and Bentley’s citrus and floral scent fills the interior. “What are we doing in here, Nathan.”

“Are you wearing panties?” I ask her.

“Yes.”

“Take them off.”

“Why?” she asks.

“Because I said so. Be a good girl, Bentley, and follow my orders. I promise you’ll like the rewards if you do.”

She bunches up the hem of her dress, the creamy smooth skin of her thighs a beacon for my hands. As she slips her panties down her legs, I undo the button and zip on my pants. Freeing my cock, I pump it a few times before reaching into the glove box and pulling out a condom.

After I slide it down my shaft, I tug Bentley across the centre console and position her over my lap. “Sink yourself down on me, baby girl,” I tell her.

She lowers herself onto my shaft slowly. “I can’t believe we’re doing this here,” she says as she glides all the way down.

“Well, you didn’t want to do it in the office.” I smirk.

“Oh god.” Her head tips back as she circles her hips, grinding down onto me.

“You’re so fucking tight. So fucking good.” My lips meet hers, and my tongue pushes into her mouth. I swallow her moans. My hands land on her waist, lifting her up before slamming her back down again. It’s the fast, hot, teeth-clashing kind of passion. It’s fire. My spine tingles. I can feel myself about to fly. “I need you to come for me,” I tell her.

I slide a hand between our bodies, my fingers find her clit, and I pinch down on it. Her pussy tightens around my cock, milking it.

“Yes,” she groans.

My hips lift off the seat, pushing my cock as deep into her as it can get. My balls tighten and then spurts of my seed fill the rubber.

“You’re really good at sex,” Bentley says breathlessly as her body drapes over mine.

“ We’re really good at sex. Together. Only us, Bentley,” I tell her.

“Only us,” she agrees, and I feel like I just won the lottery. No, like I just landed our biggest client, rocked it in the courtroom, stunned opposing counsel stupid, and won the case without a competent rebuttal—all at once.