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“Hey. Everything okay?” I ask, closing the door behind me. I make no attempt to approach him, still not sure what I am walking into. For all I know, Bentley plans to fire us both having caught us in my dressing room, clearly far surpassing the professional boundaries.
“Perfect.” He says, his tone clipped as he begins sorting through papers on his desk.
“Josh.” I say, taking a step forward.
“Bentley Reed, Logan. Really?” He sighs loudly, dropping the papers and pinning his eyes back on my face, their intensity freezing me in place.
“Josh. It was just a dance.” I say, immediately trying to explain myself.
“Just a dance.” He repeats the words like there is no such thing and then laughs to himself. “Do you really believe that he only wants a dance from you?” He asks, his face taking on a harshness I have only ever seen when he has to reprimand an employee. “Are you really that stupid?” He asks, causing me to take a step backwards at his words.
“What the fuck is your problem Josh?” My temper flares at his insult and I have to force myself to take deep breaths and not lose control.
“My problem Logan, is that you were in that room with Bentley Reed of all people, doing god knows what and then you tried to lie to me about it.” He says, standing abruptly and pushing his chair backwards.
“I didn't lie to you about anything. You asked if I was okay, I said I was. You never asked what I was doing prior or how my night had gone.” I say, my defensiveness evident in my tone.
“Lying by omission is still lying.” He says, studying my face intently.
“Oh grow up Josh. This is my job. I will not indulge in your jealous fits every time I do something you don't agree with.” I say, feeling my patience for the situation slipping.
“How do you think it makes me feel Logan?” He pins his eyes back on me, his face morphing into desperation. “How do you think it makes me feel knowing that you were back there with him? That he was able to see you, touch you even? Fuck Logan.”
“It was just a dance!” My voice goes up an octave and bounces off the walls around us. He straightens his posture and looks me straight in the face. He stares at me for a long moment before pushing away from the desk and crossing the space between us in the matter of seconds.
Before I am even able to register his movements, he pins me against the door and his lips crash down on mine. At first I want to push him away, continue to be upset with him for being upset with me. But at the end of the day, nothing turns me on more than a man at his breaking point. I know that sounds awful, but there is something about a desperate man that makes his need for the woman he wants so much greater.
So when he removes my pants in one quick movement and lifts me up, pinning me to the wall, I don't fight against him. In fact, I encourage him. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull roughly at his short hair, drag my nails up the flesh of his arms, lock my teeth against the base of his jaw and bite at his flesh. This only sends him spiraling further until he is fucking me so hard against the office wall, I swear it's only a matter of seconds before we go tumbling through the thin drywall and end up on the floor in the room next to us.
Even still, I urge him further, harder, deeper. I want to feel every inch of him. I want to feel him quiver below my touch as he so often does. I want to know that when I walk away from here tonight, all of his doubt over Bentley Reed will be extinguished.
As hard as I try to convince myself that this is for Josh, I know that it has more to do with me than him. Maybe I am hoping that if Josh reminds me what he has to offer, Bentley will somehow seem less consuming, less important. I just need to forget his touch. But the harder Josh pounds inside of me, the more I wish it was Bentley moving in and out of me.
This thought alone sends my building orgasm crashing through me. And as Josh finds his own release and stills inside of me, I know that not only have I successfully made a huge mistake by sleeping with Josh, I am also fully aware that it was the thought of Bentley inside of me that brought me to my release.
I try to hide my shame over that fact as Josh slips out of me and gently sets me to my feet. Dropping his forehead to mine, he takes a couple deep breaths before speaking. “I'm sorry.” He says, pulling back to look into my eyes. “I don't know what got into me.” He gives me a weak smile and shrugs, causing my guilt to triple in that one small second.
“It's okay.” I say, doing my best to reassure him. And it is okay. He's upset. He has a right to be. Just because there is no commitment here, doesn't mean that we don't care for each other, at least on some level. Though I am starting to believe his feelings run much deeper than I originally suspected.
Stepping back, he fixes his pants while I grab mine from the floor and quickly slip them back on. The moment I am finished, I look up to find him staring at me. “What?” I ask, smiling at him.
“You are so beautiful.” He says, leaning his backside against his desk and crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“And you are getting all mushy on me.” I tease him.
“Mushy?” He questions, tilting his head to the side on a laugh. “Is that so?”
“It is.” I sigh playfully. “What am I going to do with you?” I shake my head at him when his eyes turn dark. “Not happening.” I laugh when he fakes innocence.
“What did Mr. Reed want anyways?” I ask, trying to act like I don't actually care and that I am just asking out of curiosity more than anything else.
“Had a couple things to run through with me before he heads back to New York tomorrow.” He says, reaching out for me. I don't hesitate stepping forward and allowing him to pull me into his arms. It gives me the ability to hide the disappointment on my face as I rest my head against his chest.
I knew Bentley wouldn't be here long and that him returning to wherever he came from would come sooner rather than later, but something about it being confirmed twists my stomach in a way that can only be described as one thing.... Regret. Though I am not sure what I regret more. Allowing myself to even have a taste of a man I can never have, or not allowing myself to have him all when I had the chance.
Either way, I can't dwell on it any longer. Bentley is leaving and soon, my life will be back to normal and I can move on from this temporary brain malfunction I seem to be having. Pulling back from Josh, I give him a sweet smile and then push up to kiss his cheek.
“I gotta go.” I say, pulling back. “Finals next week. I am so behind on my studies.” I say, allowing him to pull me back to him as he grips both sides of my face and looks down at me.
