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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 significantlyolderthan 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 itcan 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.
EIGHT
Ishould 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.
