Bentley_Vested Interest

by Melanie Moreland

  “You’re so hot, Emmy. So wet for me.”

  “I want you,” she pleaded. “I’ve wanted you all night. I want to see more of the passion you showed me last week.”

  “You’re going to have me.” I licked and nipped at her neck. “All of me. But first, I want you to come, here, right now.”

  “Yes . . . Bentley . . .” She whimpered as my fingers continued to work her.

  I eased one inside her, then another, using my thumb to keep the pressure on her clit. “I want you to come for me, Emmy. Come on my hand, and I’ll take you to bed, and we can start all over. Only next time you can come on my cock.”

  “Oh God—”

  Watching her fall apart was incredible. Her head fell backward, her back arched, and she uttered a long, low cry as her pussy clenched around my fingers, riding out her orgasm. Her shawl fell away, exposing her gorgeous, lace-covered tits. I sucked one tight nipple into my mouth, lapping through the satin, biting down gently as she cried my name. My weeping cock strained at the confines of my pants. I needed her naked and under me. I needed to feel her tight pussy milking my cock, and the way her body would slide against mine as I took her.

  Claimed her.

  Made her mine.

  I felt like a damn caveman, but I didn’t care.

  I stood, gripping her ass as she wrapped her legs around me. I strode down the stairs, hissing when I felt her tongue and teeth on my neck. In my room, I laid her on the bed and stepped back. The moonlight flooded the room, showcasing the way her creamy skin stood out against the navy blue of the duvet. Her golden hair spread out around her head like a halo. My clothes disappeared, discarded carelessly on the floor. Emmy sat up, shrugging off her shawls, and pushed them aside. I saw the delicate shiver that raced through her body.

  “Are you cold?”

  “No,” she assured me, voice trembling with need.

  Our eyes locked as she removed the wisps of lace that covered her, and she lay back, opening her arms. “I need your warmth, Bentley.”

  I covered her body, the sensation of her bare skin on mine superb. Our bodies molded together, her softness conforming to my hard angles perfectly. I felt the coolness of her skin warming under my touch. I caressed and stroked her, learning her body. What made her shiver, gasp, and call out my name in a longing voice. I trailed my lips over her skin, tracing the dips and curves, discovering her ticklish ribs, laughing with her as she squirmed and giggled. She groaned when I found her, wet and warm, teasing her with my fingers, and then my mouth, until she arched under me, her fingers grasping at my skin. My cock ached with the need to be inside her. The feel of her hands exploring me, the touch of her mouth on my skin, and the sound of her whispering my name were undoing me. Her touch was gentle, making me tremble in anticipation. I had never felt that way about someone. Never been affected the way Emmy did it for me. The walls I built, the guard I kept up, fell away completely. My entire focus was on the tiny woman under me, and her pleasure.

  “Please, Bentley, I need you,” she pleaded, her eyes bright in the dull light. “Please.”

  I grabbed a condom from the night table, rolling it on. I hovered over her, sheathing myself inside her inch by inch, until we were flush. Her legs wrapped around my waist, anchoring me to her body, her tightness surrounding me.

  I dropped my face to her shoulder. “Jesus, Emmy. You feel so amazing wrapped around me.”

  “Please,” she whimpered.

  I began to thrust, groaning at the responsiveness of her body. Gradually, we built our rhythm, our bodies attuned to each other, moving as if we’d done it a thousand times. Her hands clutched my shoulders, her nails dug into my skin. Sweat raced down my back, as the sensations increased. I sat up, pulling her hips with me, slamming into her harder. She cried out, her voice hoarse with desire. My balls tightened, my nerves snapping with electricity as my orgasm built.

  “Come with me, baby.” I slipped my hand between us, teasing her clit. “I need you to come.”

  She stiffened, her body bowing in a taut arch as she shattered.

  I followed, my orgasm tearing through me as I rode her hard, and spilled inside her.

  I fell forward, my weight pressing her into the mattress. I covered her mouth with mine, kissing her until we were breathless. I rolled from her, discarded the condom and tugged the duvet over her rapidly cooling body. I slipped in beside her, tucking her to my chest. She burrowed close, her gentle breaths drifting on my skin.

  “Are you all right, Freddy?”

  I felt her smile. “Yes, Rigid. I’m more than all right.”

  My next question surprised me. “Will you stay?”

  “If you want me to.”

  “Yes. I do.”

  “Okay.” She sighed. “I’d like that.” She pressed a kiss to my scruff. “Best birthday ever. Thank you.”

  I lifted her chin, needing to kiss her again. “I think I should be thanking you, Emmy.”

  “Let’s call it even.”

  I tucked her close. We’d never be even.

  She was so much more than I could ever be. And she had no idea.

  Chapter 9

  Emmy

  Warm kisses woke me. Again.

  The more formal, rigid Bentley apparently disappeared once we were alone and naked. He was rigid in a totally different way. His guard fell away, and the open, sexual man he kept hidden revealed. He was a passionate, sensual, and giving lover. He made me feel beautiful, and wanted. His need for me was empowering.

  We made love twice in the night, his desire for me seemingly endless. Being with him, surrounded by the dark with his body pressed to mine, was a surprisingly intimate act. It felt as if we were the only two people in the world. I loved how his voice became raspy; the way he uttered my name as he came, and his hissed curses. He was incredibly gentle, yet his touch was possessive and sure.

  As if, I belonged to him.

  “Emmy, baby,” he murmured, his lips at my ear. “I have to go to work.”

  I struggled to open my eyes. He chuckled low in his throat. “No, stay in bed. Andrew is off today, so the house is empty. Look around, and make yourself at home. Frank will be here at noon. He’ll take you home so you can change, get your things, and he’ll drive you to school.”

  I was so tired, I couldn’t argue with him. More sleep sounded great. His bed was far more comfortable than mine was, and it smelled like him. The sheets and duvet were soft, cozy, and inviting. The only thing missing was his long, strong body. I wound my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his throat over the stiff collar. He was clean-shaven today, and his jaw hard under my tongue.

  “You should come back to bed.”

  He groaned, kissing me hard. Morning breath was no deterrent for him, it seemed. “I want to, but I have a meeting.”

  I slid my hand down his chest, cupping his growing erection. “I could persuade you. Staying here would be so much more fun than a meeting.”

  He stepped back, straightening his tie, trying to look affronted. “I cannot blow off business for sex.”

  I arched my eyebrow. “I could blow you.”

  He bent forward at his knees again, the way he did the night prior, and inhaled deeply. “Jesus, Emmy. What you do to me.”

  Lifting his head, he met my gaze, his stare intense. “I love the fact you’re so open with me. That you tell me what you want. God, I want to get back into bed with you and fuck you until you scream my name . . .” His voice trailed off, and he shook his head.

  It was my turn to inhale deeply. I loved hearing him talk dirty to me. It was such a contrast to the formal front he showed to the world. “Something to look forward to then.”

  He lunged, pressing me into the mattress, and kissing me until I was breathless. His own breathing was heavy when he pushed himself away, eyes hooded. “Yes.”

  He straightened his tie again, and smoothed down his suit jacket. I noticed his hair wasn’t as perfect as usual. I had sort of messed it up. It suited him, so I didn’t s
ay anything.

  “You look hot,” I teased.

  He shook his head. “Such a troublemaker. Now go back to sleep and Frank will be here to pick you up. He’ll text you when he is downstairs. The door will lock behind you. Deal?”

  I smiled at him. “Deal.”

  “Stop it.”

  “What? I’m just smiling and agreeing.”

  “You are fucking me with your eyes.”

  “The term is eye-fucking, Rigid, and at least my eyes are having fun.”

  He turned and strode out of the room without another word. I heard his footsteps echoing as he descended the stairs. No elevator this morning for him, which made me wonder if he needed the physical release before getting into the car. Giggling, I rolled over, inhaling the scent of his pillow. It really did smell like him. My phone buzzed from the bedside table, and I picked it up, unable to contain my grin when I read it.

  I’ll make sure the rest of you have fun tonight.

  I dozed in Bentley’s bed, but didn’t fall back to sleep. I groaned when I checked my phone and saw it was only 8:30 a.m. Usually, I slept in on Wednesdays, but today wasn’t my usual Wednesday. Obviously, Bentley was an early riser, no matter how little sleep he got the night before.

  I sat up and looked around the room. Large, with more big windows, it was more inviting than downstairs, but still felt empty. The walls were a simple white, the same as the soft sheets on his bed, with navy and gray accents. The furniture was heavy and masculine and the headboard was padded and thick. His closet was bigger than my apartment, never mind his master bath suite. There was a walk-in shower with six jets, and a huge, freestanding infinity tub calling my name. The heated floors under my habitually cold feet added to the decadence. The closet and bath were connected at the back for easy access. One could get ready and not disturb their slumbering partner, which was what happened this morning.

  I felt my chest tighten as I wondered how many other women Bentley hadn’t disturbed in his bed.

  I shook my head—I wasn’t going to dwell. I would ask him directly. He seemed to appreciate my forwardness. I only hoped I was prepared for the answer. Despite his reassurances, I knew he wasn’t a monk. He was far too skilled in the bedroom, and too good-looking not to have had a lot of female companionship.

  I squealed when I discovered a tiny alcove at the back of the room. There was a waist high refrigerator tucked under a counter with a Keurig machine, and a supply of K-cups, and all the fixings needed for coffee. Obviously, Bentley had drunk one, the mug still sat on the counter. Without hesitation, I used it, somehow liking the fact his lips had pressed against the porcelain earlier. Back in his closet, I grabbed a discarded T-shirt and slipped it on, found my pretty, blue shawl, a pair of his thick socks, then coffee in hand, I went exploring.

  I started back on the main floor, finally trudging up to the top level. His kitchen was a dream with gleaming stainless steel, glossy cupboards and rich quartz on the counters. The gym was well equipped with a variety of machines and weights, and the thought of him working out, building up a sweat, made me heat up. I only peeked in his office, not going in. His desk must have been another antique from his parents. The bookshelves and the rest of the room were modern and clean. There was a large model of something in the middle of the room, but I didn’t go in and look.

  The guest rooms were simple and sparse, and all most of them appeared unused, a couple still empty. I bypassed the theater room and entered the sunroom, my breath catching in my throat. Entirely encased in glass at the back, it was heaven. Tiled floors, well-used, comfortable furniture, and a games table graced the space. A large TV hung on the wall. Fans overhead moved the air.

  At the end, behind glass doors that folded flat to the wall, were steps that led down to an indoor pool. As Bentley stated, it wasn’t huge, but it was still amazing. Pots of flowers hung in the windows, growing large in the sun. I dipped my toe in, sighing at the feel of the heated water. The view was lovely with the ravine and towering trees. It was the only room I had seen to appear lived in. There were a couple of books beside an armchair. A pair of reading glasses sat on them. A well-used blanket draped over the back of the chair. This room was the private Bentley. The one no one saw. He could be comfortable and himself. I could picture him reading, relaxing, or napping. Floating in the pool and staring up at the night sky under the glass dome.

  I wanted to see that, and to share it with him.

  I moved to his chair and sat down. I felt the way the chair was molded from his body and I curled into the cast left by him. I shut my eyes and drifted, thinking of the day he would be here with me, curled around my body for real.

  Bentley

  I couldn’t concentrate. For the first time I could ever remember, my mind wasn’t on business. All my thoughts were with the person currently asleep in my bed, or probably exploring my house. She was a woman after all, and surprisingly, I didn’t care. I wanted her comfortable in my home, because I wanted her to spend a lot of time with me there. Especially, after last night.

  I struggled to stop the thoughts that kept drifting through my head, and failed miserably. I thought of her warmth. The way her body felt pressed to mine and the way she tasted. How she looked when she came, and the sound of my name as she cried out.

  I remembered how she looked this morning, sleeping like a contented kitten in my bed. The drowsy look on her face, and the way her eyes danced as she woke up and teased me.

  “I could blow you.”

  My cock hardened, thinking of being in her mouth. I had been tempted. So tempted to shrug off my responsibilities and stay with her. Dive back into the bed and let her do whatever she wanted, then have her all over again. I still wanted to do that. I glanced at my watch, surprised to see it was only 9:30. Normally the day raced by for me, but today it felt as though time stood still. I could go home and have an hour with her. Maybe longer. Perhaps if I showed up, she would skip school and we could have the whole afternoon together.

  “Bent?”

  I shook my head and met Maddox’s eyes.

  “What do you think?”

  “Sorry, I was, ah, thinking about something I forgot to do.”

  “Like brush your hair this morning?” Aiden quipped. “Looks like someone’s fingers have been in it.”

  Instinctively my hand flew to my head and he grinned.

  “Gotcha.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “Fuck you.”

  “No thanks. You’re not my type. Besides”— he grinned— “I think that’s been taken care of.”

  “Don’t you—”

  Aiden held up his hands, laughing. “Not doing anything, except stating the obvious.”

  I glared at him, then spoke to Maddox. “You were saying?”

  He chuckled. “I asked if you thought the numbers were good.”

  I glanced down at the papers in front of me. “I’ll go through them this afternoon.”

  “There’s another first,” Aiden observed.

  My phone buzzed before I could flip him off. However, I couldn’t contain my grin when I saw Emmy’s message.

  Class was cancelled so Frank doesn’t need to drive me. I’ll grab the bus in a while. Just enjoying your sun for a bit longer.

  She attached a picture she had taken, curled up in my favorite chair. I squinted at the screen. She was wearing one of my shirts, and unless I was mistaken, she was holding the mug I used this morning.

  I stood, already dialing as I strode into my office, almost slamming the door in my haste. I cut of the loud guffaws that followed me.

  Emmy’s voice was slow and lazy when she answered. “Hey.”

  “Hey yourself.”

  “This room is amazing.”

  “Stay.”

  “What?”

  “Don’t go home. Stay and be there when I’m done for the day.”

  “Bentley, I have to do some school work. I need to go home and get my laptop, so I’m not going all the way there and coming back. And before you can say i
t, I’m not having Frank take me either.”

  I grinned for two reasons. Her stubbornness, and the way she might have helped me find the excuse for her to start using the laptop I had purchased.

  “Do you have your project backed up?”

  “Yes, it’s on the memory stick in my, ah, bag.”

  I knew she had her old rucksack was tucked into her purse. I let it slide, knowing she wasn’t yet ready to tell me why she carried it everywhere.

  “Go to my office, and look on the credenza.”

  “You want me to go into your private office? Aren’t you afraid I will dig up some secret stuff to report on? I get a bonus if I’m fast.”

  I tried not to laugh. “You aren’t much of a spy, Freddy. You missed the secret vault in my dressing room. I highly doubt your bosses are going to be very impressed with my shirt and mug as your haul for the day.”

  She began to giggle. The sound was light and feminine and it made my smile wider.

  “Damn, you noticed.”

  I lowered my voice. “I liked how my shirt looks on you.”

  “I liked drinking from your mug. It was as if I was kissing your lips every time I took a drink.”

  I groaned and let my head fall back. My body tightened and my cock lengthened at the thought of kissing her. The way her lips felt, full and plump, the feel of her tongue sliding with mine, the erotic way her sweet breath filled my mouth.

  “Did I lose you?”

  “You are making it damned difficult not to call Frank and have him take me straight home.”

  “I’d like that. I’d like to spend more time with you.”

  I paused at the honesty in her tone. “If you stay, I’ll come home early.”

  She inhaled quickly. “I’m in your office.”

  “There’s a laptop on the right. Blue cover.”

  “Got it.”