Page 61 of Stepson

"Gabe," she moans out my name and it only adds fuel to the flames in my body.

I use her body's momentum to fuck her harder and harder as the sounds of my balls slapping against her ass echo around us.Her nails dig into my shoulders before she completely releases me and holds onto the bookshelf behind her for leverage.

The harder I fuck her, the closer I come to exploding. There is something magical that happens between us when we’re so connected like this and before long, I can't hold on anymore.

"Fuck, Bentley," I growl out. "I need you to cum, baby."

She lets out a small whimper before I feel her walls impossibly tighten and then I know she’s cumming. I lift and drop her a bit faster as the books on the shelves begin to topple over. Her right hand pushes a few to the floor with a thud while her other hand grabs the small light sconce for leverage.

My orgasm rips through me as my abs tighten and my mouth falls open. I come so fucking hard my toes curl, but it’s the loud groan that leaves my throat that surprises me. It’s as if the beast inside of me was begging to come out and Bentley is the only one who can release it.

A loud click echoes around us as the light sconce she grips onto moves forward and then stops. As I slow my thrusts, I look over and see the other side of the bookshelf has cracked open, and I curse beneath my breath. My father has a hidden room?

Out of breath, I put Bentley down onto her feet and pull my jeans and briefs up, glancing between her and the bookshelf. What the fuck?

Seeing Bentley nude and her clothes torn to pieces on the floor, I pull my shirt over my head and hand it to her. She puts it on over her head, and I can’t stop gawking at her in my shirt. It makes the butterflies in my stomach go crazy as our eyes connect.

“Is that what I think it is?” She asks as she steps away from me and grabs the bookshelf, pulling it open.

Our eyes are glued to the small, windowless room behind the shelf.

“Well, I’ll be fucking damned,” I whisper.

Chapter thirty-two

Bentley

Clutching Gabe’s shirt, I look over my shoulder at him before I step into the small room. Leave it to Marcus to have a secret room I knew nothing about. I’m married to a man I hardly know and can’t believe I allowed it to go on for this long. Now that Gabe’s back in my life, I’m finally seeing clearly.

"What am I even looking at?" I whisper as I step further into the tiny space.

The room is the size of a closet and we barely fit in here together. There’re more books on small shelves, but it’s the two lock boxes beneath the books that catch my eyes. I grab one and hand it to Gabe before I take the other. We leave the tiny space and set the boxes down on Marcus's desk.

"We need keys to open these," I state as I look around for a set of keys, but every drawer I open comes up empty of any keys. "He must have them on…"

A loud, creaking metal sound tears me from my snooping as I turn and see Gabe ripping into one of the boxes. The key area is bent but the lid is open. I let out a small chuckle and shake my head.

"A little anxious, are we?"

He gives me a crooked grin before he peers into the box, pulling one thing out at a time. My heart is racing with excitement, knowing in my soul these are the boxes we need to take Marcus down. I can almost feel my freedom, and one look into Gabe's face, and I can't wait to start my life over with him by my side.

I tear my gaze from him and peer at the papers Gabe is sitting on the desk when my eyes land on a familiar name. I pull the paper from beneath the others and read over it very carefully.

My mouth goes dry as I read the business name at the top: The Silver Lantern. That’s the bar I worked at when I met Gabe. It was my livelihood and seeing a letter addressed to my old job in Marcus's box makes me feel sick.

Dear Mr. Patnode,

I'm writing to you in regards to one of your employees: Bentley Stevens. It has been brought to my attention that you have been having an affair on your wife Sarah Patnode.

You have two choices.

I take your bar away from you and let the whole city know what you've done.

Or you can terminate Ms. Stevens' employment and the photos of you with your mistress will be sealed forever.

Choose wisely.

Sincerely,

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