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“When did you decide this?” I ask.

“This morning,” she says. “Is it… Are you okay with me staying? I understand if you’ve changed your mind.”

“Are you insane? A third of this firm is going to be half yours one day, Bentley. It would be stupid for you to work anywhere else.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“When we get married, what’s mine is yours and all that.”

“I’m not taking your money, Nathan. I don’t want it. When we get married, I expect Alistair to write up the best damn prenup there is. You and your partners should protect yourselves; you’ve worked far too hard to build up that firm.” She smiles. “Besides, I plan on becoming partner the old-fashioned way. By working my way up. Proving to everyone how good I am at my job.”

The doors open into the foyer of my apartment. I reach over and throw her over my shoulder.

“What the hell?” she screams, slapping at my back.

“I figured this was the fastest way,” I tell her before tossing her on the bed. “Strip. I want you naked in less than a minute.” Loosening the tie from my neck, I pull it over my head. Then I slide my arms out of my jacket and drape it over the chair in the corner of the room. I make quick work of unfastening the buttons on my shirt, removing my cufflinks and throwing my shirt on the floor. “You have thirty seconds,” I tell Bentley, who hasn’t moved from her spot on the bed.

She climbs off the edge of the mattress, reaching behind her back and unzipping her dress. I step out of my shoes before bending over and removing my socks. Bentley is standing before me in a matching red lace panties and bra set. She has black thigh-high stockings and a pair of black pumps on.

“Leave the shoes… and the stockings,” I tell her. Undoing the button on my slacks, I pull down the fly. I remove my pants and briefs in one go, freeing my cock, which is now standing at full attention. I wrap a hand around the base, tugging up and down slowly as Bentley peels off her bra. She then turns around, bendsat the waist, and slides her panties over her legs. “Stop,” I tell her when she goes to stand. “Hold on to your ankles.”

She looks back at me in question but follows the instruction, wrapping her small palms around her ankles. I approach her, my hand gliding down the length of her back. She’s a fucking sight like this. Her bare pussy on full display for me, her legs covered in black stockings, and red lace bunched around her five-inch pumps.

“Do you have any idea how fucking good you look right now?” I ask while circling her. I want to capture this view, engrain it in my memory, with as many angles as possible.

“No,” she says.

“You’ll have to take my word for it then, baby girl. Fuck, I’m going to be jerking off to this image for the rest of my life."

She lifts her head to look at me. “We have sex at least twice a day. Why on earth would you need to jerk off?” she asks.

“Because my cock goes hard every time I fucking get a glimpse of you, Miss Johnson.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Ican feel my own wetness dripping down my inner thighs. I’m not sure if I should be liking this as much as I am. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more exposed, yet so comfortable in my entire life. Well, comfortable with the present company and in my own skin. The blood rushing to my head from being bent over like this? Not so much. Nathan takes his time circling me,stalking me, taking in every inch of me. He stops midstep and his hands cup the globes of my ass, pulling my cheeks apart.

“Fuck, I love this ass,” he groans. The deep timbre of his voice sends shivers down my spine, and my legs begin to shake. Nathan’s arm wraps under my stomach, picking me up. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to be in you now, baby girl.”

“Then don’t wait,” I tell him.

He moves over to the edge of the mattress, and keeping my feet on the floor, he lays me face down on the bed, my ass still up in the air and on display for his viewing pleasure. “I don’t plan to,” he says, lining his cock up with the entrance to my pussy. His hand comes down on the back of my neck, pinning me in place as he fills me with one hard thrust.

“Oh shit!” I yell out, the slight sting a welcoming pain I’ve become accustomed to when it comes to Nathan and his impressive cock.

“Fuck! Bentley, it somehow gets better and better,” he says, slowly withdrawing from me.

I can feel my pussy protesting, clinging, convulsing around his cock as he pulls out. There’s not one cell of my body that wants him to remove himself, to sever the contact. If I could find a way to have us permanently connected like this, I’d do it.

I guess his jokes of marriage would do that in a way.

All thoughts vanish when he pushes back into me, bottoming out while the tip of his cock hits that spot only he seems to know how to find. Or maybe it’s just that his dick is big enough to reach it. Because if I’m honest, he is by far the largest I’ve had.

His hand leaves my neck and trails down my back, then I feel both of his hands separating the cheeks of my ass again. His thumb presses into the hole, and my body pushes back instinctively. “I thought it was just your cunt that was hungry for me. It looks like your ass wants me too. Do you want that, babygirl? You want my cock to fill this ass of yours?” he asks as he pumps in and out of me at a torturously slow pace.

Do I want that?

“I—no, I don’t,” I lie. For some reason, saying it out loud seems wrong. I know it’s the twenty-first century and I should be owning my sexual desires. In my head, I know that, yet I still can’t bring myself to say it out loud. I can, however, show him by pushing harder against him, making his thumb dive deeper into my ass.

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