Page 122 of Tempting All The Way

“I do,” she says, and I smile.

I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to prove myself to anyone as much as I do with Bentley. She is everything.

I push the plug past the point of resistance. And Bentley stills. Lining my cock up with the entrance to her pussy, I press the tip inside. “This is going to be fucking tight, baby girl. You’re going to feel so full, so fucking good,” I tell her, slowly driving my shaft into her. It’s so tight, and for a moment, I think I might not actually fit, gently pulling out and pushing back in a few times before I finally bottom out. “Fuck me,” I groan. “So good.” I wrap an arm around her waist, holding her in place. “How does it feel?” I ask her.

“Different. Good,” she says, wiggling her ass a little.

“Fuck yes, it is.” I pull out slowly and push back in.

“Oh god. I need you to fuck me, Nathan.” Bentley grinds against me. She doesn’t need to ask me twice. I draw back before thrusting forward again, harder. My pace slowly increases. The feel of her cunt squeezing my cock, the plug in her ass—it’s too fucking much, and before long, I feel my balls tighten and that telltale tingle run up my spine.

“I’m going to come. I need you to fucking come with me, Bentley.” I reach my hand around to her clit and pinch.

“Ahhhh.” Her muscles shake, her legs give out, and my body falls over hers as my cock empties itself inside her.

Pulling out, I collapse beside her. “Now that’s a breakfast date worth repeating,” I huff out between shallow breaths.

“Mmm, if that’s how I’ll get breakfast every time I don’t sleep at your place, maybe I should go home more often.” She laughs.

“Don’t joke about that, Bentley. It’s not funny. I couldn’t sleep at all last night. I need you more than you’ll ever know.”

“I didn’t sleep either,” she says, then she turns to me and asks, “Doesn’t it scare you?” Her voice is barely above a whisper.

“Does what scare me?”

“This. Us. How quickly things are happening.”

My hand, which was rubbing up and down her arm, stills. “No, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I love you, Bentley, and that is a fact that won’t ever change,” I tell her. “Does it scare you?”

“Sometimes. I’m scared that I’m going to lose myself. I’m scared that I’ll lose you.”

“I promise I won’t ever let either of those things happen. I’m extremely fond of you, so you’re never going to get lost. And me, well, I’m yours, always.”

“You might change your mind.”

“Nothing could change my mind,” I admit.

“My mum wants you to come over for dinner on Saturday,” she blurts out.

I blink. I’ve never met anyone’s parents. I don’t exactly have the best track record with my own either. So I’m not really sure how to win over someone else’s. For Bentley, though, I’ll do my damn best to make sure her mother likes me. “Okay. We will go for dinner.”

“You don’t have to. I can tell her no,” she says.

“I want to. Besides, she’s going to be my mother-in-law one day. I should probably meet her first.” I smirk.

“Anyone ever tell you how sure of yourself you are?” she says.

“Only you.” I sit upright. “Come on, as much as I’d love to sit here all day, we do actually have to go to work.”

I look up when there’s a knock at the door. “Are you planning on working through the night?” Bentley asks before entering my office with her bag on her shoulder.

My eyes flick up to the clock. “Sorry, I lost track of the time.”

“I can see that. What are you working on? Maybe I can help,” she urges.

I haven’t told her that I’m looking into her father’s case, his death. When we made it into the office this morning, all of the files I’d requested were on my desk. I now have various documents covering the coffee table too. “Ah. I…” I don’t know how to tell her.

“What?” she asks, sitting down next to me on the sofa.

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