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The moment I turn towards Bentley, he closes in on me. Pushing my back against the stage, he grinds his body roughly into mine and locks my face with his hands, securing it just inches from his. “What the fuck was that?” He growls, his eyes flicking towards the stage and then back to me.
“What?” I ask, not able to keep up with what the hell is going on. My heart is beating so loudly, I swear it's all I can hear. That, and my labored breaths as I try to calm myself from what being so close to Bentley is doing to me.
“That.” He growls again. “Were you trying to get a rise out of me?” He asks, turning his head to follow my eyes when I try to look away. “Look at me.” He commands and I find myself doing exactly as he says, which does not sit well with me and yet, I don't have it in me to fight against either.
“I don't know what you are talking about.” I protest, honestly so confused by what is happening right now that I feel like I have been shuttled away from reality and am currently existing in some alternate universe.
“Seriously Logan?” He gawks at me in disbelief, releasing my face but not backing away. His hard body is pressed so firmly against mine I swear I can feel every breath he takes, every beat of his heart in his chest, and what's worse, every ripple of muscle below the fabric of his clothing.
“I was just dancing.” I stutter through my words, having trouble concentrating on anything but how good he feels against me and how badly I want to reach up and tangle my fingers in his dark hair.
“You don't see it do you?” He says, his voice softening slightly.
“See what?” I question, not trying to hide my confusion.
“How unbelievably sexy you are and how completely undone I become watching you on that stage. When you turned upside down and I caught sight of your bare flesh, it took everything I had not to push every single person out of this room and take you right here. Tell me that wasn't intentional.” He says, his voice dropping low, his lips hovering just mere inches from mine.
“I don't know what you think you saw Mr. Reed. But I was just doing my job.” I say, partially lying but also telling the truth at the same time. Of course I was aware of his eyes on me, and I would be lying if I said that knowing they were didn't drive my performance some. But at the same time, I didn't do anything that I wouldn't have done for anyone else either.
“Don't play games with me Logan.” He warns, his eyes locking on mine. “I am a man who knows what he wants and I don't take lightly to being toyed with.” He inches closer to my face. “So I am going to ask you this only once. Do you want me?” His hot breath dances across my lips causing me to take a sharp inhale.
“It's not that simple. I work for you. Then there's Josh.” I start rambling excuses just hoping to somehow talk some sense into myself. I know that I am caving. I can feel it. With each second that passes I am becoming weaker, more susceptible to his charms. I know it's only a matter of time before I give in and I am so terrified of that moment and honestly, I don't know why.
Maybe it's because I have never met a man quite like Bentley. Raw sex and power and yet beneath it all, there is a softness to him. Something I can't quite put my finger on but at the same time, am dying to explore more. No one has ever haunted my thoughts the way he has since our first meeting just a few short days ago.
“I don't care about any of those things Logan. And neither should you. I am asking about whatyouwant.” He says, closing the gap between our mouths and trailing his tongue along my lower lip. I can't contain the quiver that rakes my body at the contact and I can feel his smile against my mouth. “That's what I thought.” He whispers, before closing his mouth down on mine.
The moment the full contact of his lips settles over mine, I am lost to the feeling, the touch of his hands as they skirt up my sides under the thin material of my outfit, my skin prickling under his fingertips. When his tongue sweeps inside my mouth, instinct takes over. I am no longer thinking about all the reasons why this can't happen, only that I want it to.
How long can I go on denying the one man I just can't seem to get out of my system? And why am I denying myself to begin with? I deserve to divulge in the pleasures that this world has to offer. He's only a man and I only need him once. Just once. One taste, one feeling, just one time.
His hands explore the flesh of my abdomen, his fingertips tracing around my belly button before dipping lower and skirting across the thin material of my lace thong. I jump at the contact. Not because I don't like it but because I do. So much so that I wonder how in the world I am going to hold myself together. One touch of his flesh against mine and I am sure to fall to pieces below him.
“Bentley.” His name barely comes off my lips before he is swallowing up my words. He grips both of my hips and holds me firmly in place, breaking away from my mouth to trail hot kisses down my neck and across my collar bone.
My head falls back on a cry of pleasure as his hand glides softly against my most sensitive area through the thin material of my panties. He teases and then pulls his hand away again, working back up my stomach and skirting just below my covered breasts.
Without warning, he locks his hands around my waist and lifts me upwards onto the stage, bringing my lower half level with his torso. I am so blinded by the way he makes my body feel, I don't even realize what he is doing until he guides me onto my back and then pulls me forward so that my ass is nearly hanging off the stage.
He trails his hands across my breasts, down my stomach, across my hip bones, and then slowly pushes aside the material of my panties with his fingers. “Bentley.” I let out a breathy protest.
“Shhh.” He breathes against my inner thigh. “I've been dreaming about what you would taste like.” He groans, so close that I can feel his breath hot on my sex.
“Bentley.” This time it's a plea not a protest. The moment his mouth closes down on me, everything else fades to blackness. All I can feel is his tongue on me, in me, around me. Sucking and licking like he can't possibly get enough.
Spreading my legs wider, I let them fall open. He pulls back just long enough to look down at me, completely exposed to him. He lets out a ragged breath and then slowly inserts two fingers inside of me before his mouth is on me again. The feeling of his tongue against my clit and his fingers rubbing firmly inside of me, has me on the brink within seconds.
I want to fight it. Stop it. But I can't. As much as I hate how vulnerable I feel right now, I can't deny how alive it makes me feel at the same time. And as my body goes rigid around my climax, there is only one person I want and it's the one person's name that is off my lips in a chanted moan as I fall to pieces underneath his skilled mouth.
“Bentley.”
Within moments, he pulls me from the stage, pinning his body against mine as he pulls me into a deep kiss, his tongue skating across mine. I can taste myself on his lips and just thinking about it has my body craving the one thing it has wanted since the day I first laid eyes on this man. Him. Inside of me, moving against me, all of him.
He works slow sweeps through my mouth as his hands take their time traveling up my sides, down my arms, across my back. I am lost in a clutter of emotions and feelings, barely even noticing when Bentley's hands still and his body goes rigid.
“What is....” I start to ask, but then lose my words when I turn my head to follow his line of sight and immediately spot the last person in the world that I want to see me right now..... Josh.
