Page 103 of Tempting All The Way

I’m not going to lie. I’m working harder on this case then I ever have on anything else. Because of her. I want to make sure our claim is ironclad. For her. Even if she does go through with her resignation, I will make sure I win this fucking suit for her.

I pick up the phone and call through to Tracey.

“Mr Miller?” she asks.

“Can you call Bentley? Tell her I need to see her, and then you can take an extra-long lunch break.”

“Are you sure, sir?”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay. I’ll call Miss Johnson now.”

“Thanks, Tracey.” I hang up the phone.

Tracey has been my secretary for years now. She never misses a beat. I couldn’t survive without her help. But having her hear what I’m planning on doing to Bentley, from where the woman is perched on the other side of the door, isn’t something I want to expose my aging secretary to. No, my luck, she’ll have a heart attack and then the firm will have a sexual harassmentanda wrongful death suit on its hands. Besides, I respect Tracey and I don’t want her to think differently of me or Bentley.

Bentley knocks on my door. “You wanted to see me.”

“Always.” I smile at her. “Come in. Lock the door behind you,” I tell her before pressing the button to fog the glass walls, to give us the privacy we’re going to need.

Bentley walks in. “Not there,” I tell her right as she goes to sit in a chair on the opposite side of my desk.

“Where would you like me to sit, Mr Miller?”

“Around here.” I scoot backwards in my chair, creating a space between myself and my desk.

When she steps around and leans on the edge in front of me, I reach my hands up her skirt. “You’re not going to need these,” I tell her, pulling her panties down her legs. I lift her right ankle so she can step out of them once they hit the floor. I slide the material of her skirt higher, so it bunches around her waist, before picking her up and sitting her on my desk.

“I thought you wanted to do work things?” she says.

“I do. We’re having lunch together. Are you hungry, Bentley?” I ask her, spreading her legs. I place one foot on each of the armrests of my chair. Her glistening, bare pussy is right at eye level, and my mouth salivates at the sight. Inhaling, I can smell her aroma. I want her taste on my tongue. But I’m going to make her squirm first.

“I’m not hungry,” she says.

“I made you lunch.” I pick up the wrapped sandwiches I packed this morning. I don’t usually bring something in, but I wanted to eat with her today, and I didn’t want to waste time by going anywhere. “Chicken and avo,” I tell her, handing her the sandwich.

“You made me lunch?” she questions.

“I did. Eat.” I take a bite out of my lunch, all the while staring at the dessert that’s waiting for me. “Bentley, eat. The sooner you finish your food, the sooner I get to enjoy my dessert,” I tell her.

She promptly does as she’s told. By the time we’re both finished our sandwiches, she’s squirming on my desk. Her inner thighs glisten with her wetness.

“I don’t know about you, but I think it’s time for dessert.” I lean in and slowly drag my tongue up the middle of her wet folds.

“I agree,” she moans, leaning back while using her forearms to prop herself up on the desk.

“Get comfy, baby girl. I’m gonna be down here for a while,” I tell her before diving back in.

I lick, suck, nibble, and repeat. She’s drenched. No matter how much I lap up, she’s producing more for me. I push my tongue into her cunt, curling it and circling it around. My fingers dig into her inner thighs, pulling them as far apart as they’ll go.

“I fucking love eating you out,” I say, moving my mouth and attention back to her clit. Flattening my tongue out, I press it onto the hard little bud. Over and over.

“Oh fuck, Nathan!” Bentley moans, before sitting up straighter and gripping my hair with her fingers. She tugs at the ends, pulling me away from her before changing her mind and pushing me harder into her mound.

I insert two fingers into her pussy and circle them around. She grips onto them like they’re a lifeline. Her inner walls convulse around my fingers and her body spasms. I look up to see her mouth open in a beautiful O-shape. I’m sure she’d love to be screaming right now, but she’s holding it in. As much as I want to hear those screams, I think it’s better for both of us that she remains quiet. Her thighs squeeze the sides of my head as the orgasm passes through her. When her legs flop down and her body relaxes, I stand from the chair. Taking her face in my hands, I slam my lips down onto hers.

When I pull away from her, I smirk. “Now that is the kind of lunch break you can only get working here. Still wanna quit?” I ask her.

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