Page 85 of Tempting All The Way

“Okay, you’re on, but I think this one might stick.” I’m optimistic. Mostly because I want my friend to find happiness. I want him to get the girl he’s in love with.

“All right, only time will tell.” Alistair downs the rest of his drink before placing the empty glass on my desk. “Also, don’t fuck Bentley. She’s good. We don’t want to lose her.”

I stare at him, my expression blank. I’m not giving myself up on that one.

“Goddamn it, you already have. No wonder she’s pissed.”

“She’s not pissed. She’s fine,” I tell him.

“So you’re not going to deny it?”

“I’m not confirming it either,” I say, like the good lawyer I am.

“I’m going to have to go out on my own soon. Because, between you and Xavier, this place is a HR lawsuit waiting to happen.” Shaking his head, Alistair crosses the room.

He pauses on the threshold when I call after him, “As if you’d ever leave us. Close the door on your way out.” Then I pick up my phone and send Bentley a message. I shouldn’t have been so harsh with her.

Me:

I’m sorry if I was out of line.

Bentley:

You were.

Me:

Let me make it up to you.

Bentley:

How?

Me:

Meet me in the garage in ten.

I see the three little dots appear, the message markedread, before they disappear again. She doesn’t respond. I head down to the garage and wait in my car anyway.

Fifteen minutes later, the passenger side door opens and Bentley’s citrus and floral scent fills the interior. “What are we doing in here, Nathan.”

“Are you wearing panties?” I ask her.

“Yes.”

“Take them off.”

“Why?” she asks.

“Because I said so. Be a good girl, Bentley, and follow my orders. I promise you’ll like the rewards if you do.”

She bunches up the hem of her dress, the creamy smooth skin of her thighs a beacon for my hands. As she slips her panties down her legs, I undo the button and zip on my pants. Freeing my cock, I pump it a few times before reaching into the glove box and pulling out a condom.

After I slide it down my shaft, I tug Bentley across the centre console and position her over my lap. “Sink yourself down on me, baby girl,” I tell her.

She lowers herself onto my shaft slowly. “I can’t believe we’re doing this here,” she says as she glides all the way down.

“Well, you didn’t want to do it in the office.” I smirk.

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