Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty-One

I can feel my own wetness dripping down my inner thighs. I’m not sure if I should be liking this as much as I am. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more exposed, yet so comfortable in my entire life. Well, comfortable with the present company and in my own skin. The blood rushing to my head from being bent over like this? Not so much. Nathan takes his time circling me, stalking me, taking in every inch of me. He stops midstep and his hands cup the globes of my ass, pulling my cheeks apart.

“Fuck, I love this ass,” he groans. The deep timbre of his voice sends shivers down my spine, and my legs begin to shake. Nathan’s arm wraps under my stomach, picking me up. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to be in you now, baby girl.”

“Then don’t wait,” I tell him.

He moves over to the edge of the mattress, and keeping my feet on the floor, he lays me face down on the bed, my ass still up in the air and on display for his viewing pleasure. “I don’t plan to,” he says, lining his cock up with the entrance to my pussy. His hand comes down on the back of my neck, pinning me in place as he fills me with one hard thrust.

“Oh shit!” I yell out, the slight sting a welcoming pain I’ve become accustomed to when it comes to Nathan and his impressive cock.

“Fuck! Bentley, it somehow gets better and better,” he says, slowly withdrawing from me.

I can feel my pussy protesting, clinging, convulsing around his cock as he pulls out. There’s not one cell of my body that wants him to remove himself, to sever the contact. If I could find a way to have us permanently connected like this, I’d do it.

I guess his jokes of marriage would do that in a way.

All thoughts vanish when he pushes back into me, bottoming out while the tip of his cock hits that spot only he seems to know how to find. Or maybe it’s just that his dick is big enough to reach it. Because if I’m honest, he is by far the largest I’ve had.

His hand leaves my neck and trails down my back, then I feel both of his hands separating the cheeks of my ass again. His thumb presses into the hole, and my body pushes back instinctively. “I thought it was just your cunt that was hungry for me. It looks like your ass wants me too. Do you want that, baby girl? You want my cock to fill this ass of yours?” he asks as he pumps in and out of me at a torturously slow pace.

Do I want that?

“I—no, I don’t,” I lie. For some reason, saying it out loud seems wrong. I know it’s the twenty-first century and I should be owning my sexual desires. In my head, I know that, yet I still can’t bring myself to say it out loud. I can, however, show him by pushing harder against him, making his thumb dive deeper into my ass.

“Such a pretty fucking liar,” he hisses before picking up his pace. “It’s a good thing your body doesn’t lie. This ass is begging to be filled with my cock. And it will be.” He grunts as his thumb and cock work in tandem. One in, one out.

The sensations flowing through my body are intense, almost unbearable. “Please,” I cry out.

“Please what, baby girl?”

“I need to…” What is it that I need? More? Less? I have no idea.

“I know what you need. I’ve got you,” Nathan says, as if he can somehow read my mind. His free hand slides underneath me. His fingers find my clit and pinch.

“Holy fuck!” I yell. My body spasms as wave after wave of pleasure runs through me.

“Fuck, I love when your pussy milks my cock. Just like that. It’s all yours, Bentley.” Nathan grunts as his thrusts become more rigid before he stills. Slowly pulling out of me, he collapses next to me on the bed, my legs still daggling off the end. “I’m so fucking glad we can continue to take lunch breaks like this,” he pants.

“Mmm, me too.” I smile, my eyes closed as exhaustion creeps in.

My eyes blink open slowly as I bring the blanket up under my chin. I really do love and appreciate Nathan’s penchant for quality bedding.

Shit!

My eyes pop open as I bolt upright in bed. Memories of just how I ended up in my present state flood my mind, with the remainders of his efforts still throbbing between my legs.

“Nathan!” I yell out as I jump off the bed, completely naked. Looking at the clock, I see it’s three p.m. Why the hell didn’t he wake me? I need to get back to the office.

I walk into the bathroom and throw on the robe Nathan leaves in there for me before padding into the hallway. I call out for him again, only to hear silence in return. When I reach the kitchen, I find a note scribbled in his handwriting on the counter.

Bentley,

Sorry I had to leave you. I have meetings I need to attend. You looked too peaceful to disturb. Stay here. I’ll be home around seven tonight.

Yours,

Nathan

Stay here? He can’t be serious. He shouldn’t have let me sleep. Does he think I don’t have work that needs tending to as well. Scrunching up the piece of paper, I throw it across the kitchen before storming back to the bedroom. I take an extra-quick shower to wash off the aftermaths of our lunch break and then slip back into my work clothes. I manage to get out the door of the building in fifteen minutes.

Pulling out my phone, I call for an Uber. Thankfully, there’s a driver only two minutes away. My anger at Nathan palpitates as I wait. When the car pulls up in front of me, I check the number plate against the one showing on the app before jumping in. You never can be too careful, or at least that’s what my mother has drilled into me and my sister for as long as I can remember.

I need to make a trip home. I need to see my mother. It feels like I haven’t seen her in forever. I’ve been spending all of my spare time at Nathan’s. I have a really hard time saying no to the man. Well, right now, with how pissed off I am, I don’t think I’ll have a hard time saying no. I think I’ll go and sleep in my own bed tonight. At home. Alone.

I thank the driver and rush out of the car when he pulls up outside the firm. I give the doorman a tight smile. It’s the best I can manage right now. My finger stabs at the button for the lift. The longer I wait, the more I’m burning up about the fact that he left me behind.

Does he not value the work I do? Does he think I don’t add anything of importance? Maybe I should have put more thought into my decision to stay on with the firm. I mean, if Nathan valued my position here, wouldn’t he have woken me up and told me to get back to work? He is my boss after all. I know I’m a first-year, but I still like to think that I add something to the team. I take great pride in the work I do, even if most of it is proofing reports and other tasks the more senior lawyers don’t want to do.

I love it though. I love knowing that I’m getting paid to do what I love. I really thought I was proving my worth, proving that the partners made the right choice when they hired me. I was up against hundreds of people for this position. They chose me, and that’s something I took great pride in. Now I can’t help but wonder if part of the reason I got the job was because Nathan wanted in my pants.

Surely not. If that were true, Xavier and Alistair wouldn’t have put so much effort into changing my mind about leaving.

As I ride the lift to the top floor, because of course they occupy the top floor, my anger simmers. Those all-too-familiar butterflies fill my stomach at the thought of seeing Nathan. I choose to ignore them and do my best to hold on to my anger. I don’t want to be a pushover, and I need him to know that my job is important too. I might not be the almighty Nathan Miller, but watch this space, because I’m determined to take his title as the best corporate lawyer in town.