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  I guide us to her side of the car and back her up into the door without opening it. “Do you even know what kind of car this is?”

  She glances over her shoulder and looks. “A black one.”

  I smirk at her innocence. “It’s a Range Rover 4th Edition. No way in hell I’d let someone else drive that.”

  She looks over one more time before speaking. “Looks roomy.”

  “You want to see how much room there is?”

  “I assume you paid extra for that.” She grins confidently. “The extra-large package.”

  I can feel the intense heat between us and know she feels it, too. Her skin pricks in goose bumps every time I touch her, and she’s arching her hips toward me, begging for me to press my body against hers.

  “Okay…you’ve gotten enough money jabs at me for one night, don’t you think?”

  She pulls her lips in as if she’s thinking hard about it. “I may or may not have a few more,” she challenges.

  “I guess I’m going to have to find a way to shut that pretty mouth up.” I lean into her body like she’s secretly begging me to, resting one hand behind her and one hand around her waist.

  “That’s a very backward compliment,” she breathes out, and I can tell she’s fighting an inner battle with herself, which, if I do this right, she’ll soon be losing.

  “Backward? Are we talking positions already? Because we have yet to go back to that roller coaster comment.” I lean my body into hers only holding us up with my hand behind her. Her body stills as she sucks in a breath. She’s focusing on my chest, and I can’t tear my eyes away from her mouth.

  She arches her hips into me and feels the hard bulge now formed. She gasps lightly as her body squirms to start a rhythm with mine.

  “Ceci,” I growl, tilting her chin up to make eye contact with me. Her expression isn’t fear, but desire, and I can tell she’s feeling the same way I am—desperate and hungry for more. I lean in and bring my lips to her ear. “As much as I want to fuck you against this car, I promised you a presentation tonight.”

  I lean back and kiss the corners of her mouth. She simply nods, and reluctantly, I pull away to grab the door and escort her into her seat.

  As soon as I begin driving, I grab her hand and place it in mine. She rests it on my leg, which is probably the worst fucking spot for any contact.

  The drive is comfortable and quiet as we listen to music. I watch her out of the corner of my eye and see her sinking into the seat as she patiently waits for us to get to our destination.

  * * *

  Walking in with a beautiful girl like Ceci doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the men sitting nearby. They’re like vultures ready to jump on their prey and rip her apart for themselves.

  I rest one ankle on my knee as I wrap my arm around her, claiming her. I dip my face into her neck and whisper, “You better stay close before you are eaten alive by the rest of the audience.”

  Before I pull back, she turns her head and responds, “Maybe I like being eaten alive.” She cocks a smile.

  My head falls back as I groan. “You’re killing me,” I growl close to her ear. “I’m going to sit here the entire time with a hard on.”

  Her eyes immediately go to the noticeable tent in my pants, and she laughs. “It must suck to be a guy,” she teases.

  “You think you’re the only one that can play this game?” I breathe into her ear, and she shivers against me. “That’s what I thought.”

  The lights dim as the speaker walks on stage, welcoming and thanking everyone for coming. Luckily, no one is sitting close to us, giving me a green light for what I’m about to do. I casually move my arm and lay it against her bare thigh. I squeeze tightly as my fingers inch up her leg, pushing her dress up with them. I can tell how aroused she is from the way she squirms under my hand. Heat radiates between her legs as my fingers continue rubbing against her.

  Her hand grabs mine as she tries to force it off her leg. She barely has any strength against my hand, and it’s comical as I watch her try. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” I whisper, letting my tongue vibrate against her ear. “You think it’s funny now?”

  I slip my pinky inside the lace of her underwear and her breath catches. She sinks lower into her seat, no longer fighting me. Another finger slips in and pushes her panties out of the way.

  I lean in as I whisper, “Tell me to stop, Ceci. If this breaks your rules, tell me to stop.”

  Her eyes are closed, and I can tell she’s fighting with herself to say the words. Her mouth parts slightly as she sharply inhales. I work my fingers harder against her, making sure that I’m not obvious as to what I’m doing to the people behind us, but that only gets me harder knowing we’re in a public place.

  “Bentley,” she finally breathes out. Her tiny voice whimpering my name just about makes me come undone. I’m ready to sweep her out of here and fuck her against the nearest wall.

  I feel her body tense up, ready to explode around my fingers. I bring my lips back to her ear as I aggressively pull my fingers out. “I want to hear you scream my name when you come…so until then, you’ll have to wait.” Her eyes flash open as she intently stares me down, obviously shocked by my quick exit. “Now we both suffer in sexual frustration.”

  “That’s cruel,” she spits out in a hushed tone.

  “No, sweetheart. What’s cruel is getting me all worked up with no outlet.” I kiss her cheek softly. “You’ll be paying for that later.”

  I feel her shiver under me, and I know she wants it as badly as I do. But the anticipation is killing me. Knowing she’s interning for another three months puts me in a really hard position.

  * * *

  I watch as Ceci is completely captivated by the speaker and their presentations. It’s everything I already know and have learned from working the past couple years. He speaks about past case studies, cold cases, and some of the big headliners that roamed Nebraska.

  “One of the biggest unsolved murder mysteries in Nebraska is from Omaha seven years ago. An All-American father and husband was gunned down outside his home on a summer day in broad daylight, yet the evidence never matched up to find the shooter.”

  I hear Ceci’s breath catch as she inhales sharply. Her hand covers her mouth and her eyes are glued to the speaker on stage.

  “You okay?” I lean in and ask curiously, oblivious as to why she has this kind of reaction.

  She immediately drops her hand and nods her head. “Yeah, fine. I just…I think I heard about this one before.”

  “Yeah, it was pretty big news in Nebraska for a long time. My dad worked night and day on that case.”

  She turns and faces me, and her expression is unreadable. “Really?” She swallows.

  “Yeah, almost killed him to write that final report.”

  “What was that?” she quickly asks.

  “That the cops were calling it a cold case. No suspects. No witnesses. Little to no evidence.”

  “Are you all right? You look flushed.”

  “Um, yeah. Just tired. Would it be okay to leave early?”

  I lean in happily and answer, “I was ready to leave fifty-five minutes ago.”

  She lets out a small laugh. “It’s only been an hour.”

  I smile back. “Exactly.”

  I grab her hand and lead her out the back without disturbing anyone. What I want and what I should do are two different things, because right now, I want to take her to my house and fuck her six ways to Sunday. But what I should do is drop her off at her car and kiss her goodnight.

  My cock agrees with the first.

  “Thank you,” she begins as we sit in the car outside of the restaurant where her car is parked. I can tell that she’s still upset about something as she fiddles with her fingers in her lap. She nervously continues, “I appreciate you letting me tag along for the presentation.”

  I lean over and grab her face, tilting her chin up so she’ll finally look at me. I close the gap between us and kiss
her softly on the lips. I feel her body relax against mine as I wrap an arm around her waist. I so badly want to roam my fingers across her skin and through her hair, but I don’t. I can tell her mood has changed since we left, and the last thing I want to do is push her.

  “You didn’t tag along,” I say as I lean my forehead against hers. I move my head back so I can look directly in her eyes. “And it was my pleasure, Ceci.”

  I sit back in my seat and let myself out of the car. I close my eyes briefly as I fight with myself before opening her door. I want to slam her body against mine and beg her to stay the night with me, but something in me stops the words from coming out.

  I grab her hand and escort her out, shutting the door behind her. She leans against the car in a way that tells me she’s battling with it, as well. I stand, so she’s in between my legs and wrap both arms around her waist. I pull her in closer, so our lips are just barely touching. Her body is still but relaxed as she places her hands on each of my arms.

  “Do you work out, like 24/7? Isn’t this like abnormally muscly?” Her light tone shows me that she’s back to herself, and I laugh at her sudden change of topic.

  “Muscly?”

  “Yeah…I’ve never seen a guy with arms like this.”

  I shake my head as I try to hold in the laugh that’s threatening to escape. “I fear for your lack of ex-boyfriends. Not only did they serve you ramen noodles and cheap wine, they didn’t even bother to work out for their girl.”

  Her head falls back as she laughs whole-heartedly. I’d do anything to bottle up that laugh—it drives me fucking crazy.

  “You sure are a cocky son-of-a-bitch. What if I like puny guys who make ramen noodles and poor guys that can only afford cheap wine? See…you aren’t my type at all,” she muses.

  I press my body into hers to show her how wrong she is. My cock is firm against her, and I know she feels it. I dip my head into the nape of her neck and kiss lightly all the way up to her ear.

  “You lie,” I whisper. “You haven’t stopped eye-fucking me since the day you met me. Every time I’m near you, your body is begging for my attention. Say it,” I demand.

  She whimpers against me, not saying or denying it. I know she’s holding it in. She wants to let go. I just have to convince her it’s okay to give in to what she wants.

  “I said say it, Ceci.” My mouth wraps around the lobe of her ear, and she moans against me. Her body becomes limp under my lips, and it’s just a matter of seconds before she comes undone.

  I slowly kiss up her jaw as I tilt her head back. She arches her body for me, giving away how badly she wants it, how badly she’s willing to take whatever I have to offer.

  “I want to hear you scream my name, Ceci. I want your sexy, little legs wrapped around me so tight that you’ll have no choice but to let go as I press hard into you.”

  Her body is trembling against me with each word I whisper, and I know it’s not because of the chilly weather—her body craves the exact thing mine does.

  “Bentley,” she finally whimpers. “God…yes…”

  I pull on her arms and yank her body into mine. “Yes, what, sweetheart? I’m going to need you to say it,” I command.

  She flutters her eyes back open and stares intently into mine as she says, “Yes, I want you.”

  Chapter Ten

  Cecilia

  I IGNORE EVERY alarm going off in my head as Bentley speeds to his place. He had me dripping wet against his car. I can’t even imagine what he’s going to be doing once we’re behind closed doors.

  I struggle to fight with my head, and my heart—Part Angel and Part Devil are screaming at me, and all I can think of is how good it feels to have Bentley’s mouth and body on me and how much I want more.

  I hardly pay attention to where we’re going and soon realize Bentley is parking in his garage. He quickly gets out and opens my door, grabbing my hand eagerly and pulling me out.

  He barely yanks the keys out of the lock before slamming me into the wall, pressing us firmly against it.

  “I hope you aren’t disappointed if we skip the tour.” I feel him grin as his lips run up and down my neck. I shiver under his touch, and then respond with a mumbled moan.

  He shimmies my jacket off and aggressively grabs around my thighs, wrapping them around his waist and holding us up against the wall.

  He presses hard into me as our mouths attack each other, roaming hands and tongues begging for control. I can feel how hard and thick he is under his pants. It ignites an electric charge within me, making me realize what I’m about to do.

  Meeting Bentley has awakened something inside me. Rather, it is Bentley who is the reason I want—need—this. My body feels as if it’s on fire as I crave every part of him. I want him inside me—teasing and torturing me. I want his mouth on my skin, kissing every bruised and broken memory. I want him more than I ever thought I needed someone.

  “Bentley,” I breathe out. “I want you,” I confess. “So fucking bad.”

  “Do you have any idea what you just said? What you just told me?” he growls as he presses his hard-on deeper against me.

  “Well, I hope it translated to that I want you to fuck me…now.”

  He pushes us off the wall and starts walking us down a hallway. His lips never leave my body—moving from my ear, neck, and mouth—he’s devouring me.

  “I hope you don’t have a close attachment to these panties.” He lays me on top of his bed. Before I can slide them off he rips my panties in two. My legs are lying loosely off the bed, and his body is in between them kissing up one leg.

  “No, they were from an ex-boyfriend anyway,” I lie humorously, but he doesn’t laugh.

  Bentley’s head jerks up, and his body is suddenly pressed on top of mine. “Are you trying to piss me off? Because if that’s the kind of guy you like, you just say the word, sweetheart. I can do this sweet or I can do this rough. Say the word,” he threatens.

  “We need to work on your sense of humor.”

  “I don’t ever want to hear about another guy fucking you, understand? As far as I’m concerned, there was never another guy before me. I’ll make sure to erase any memory of them—that I promise you.”

  If he only knew that isn’t going to be much of an issue, but I can’t let him know I’ve only had sex with two guys before him. They weren’t well-experienced or memorable. So as far as I’m concerned, Bentley’s the only one that matters anyway.

  I reach for his shirt and begin unbuttoning it, no longer wanting to have this conversation—or talk at all, for that matter. My body is burning with anticipation, and I’m done waiting. I take in his tattoos that appear perfect on his skin. They are amazingly detailed, inked into his raw flesh.

  He firmly grabs my wrist, taking me by surprise, as he jerks my body up to level our faces. His eyes are dark, and his voice is deep as he says, “Do we have an understanding, Ceci?”

  There’s no humor in his tone, and I know he’s dead serious. “Yes. I understand.”

  “Good girl.” He kneels between my legs and continues, “Now lay back. Put your arms above your head and spread your legs. I want to see all of you.”

  I nervously do as he says. I’ve never been told what to do before, but I’m positive I like it. In fact, I love it. The way his mouth demands me—intensifies the fire within me even more.

  His hands are loosely roaming up my thighs as they make their way under my dress, pulling it up with his hands. His head dips down to my stomach, feathering kisses against my heated skin. I’m dying with anticipation as his tongue teases and tortures me.

  I’m desperate to put my hands through his messy locks, but I know he’ll stop if I do—and that’s the last fucking thing I want him to do.

  “You taste more incredible than I imagined,” he moans as his mouth lifts up briefly to push my dress all the way off my body.

  “You’ve been imagining, have you?” My voice is laced with amusement hoping he’ll play along. I need to get my confiden
ce back, but his lips on my naked flesh are making that pretty damn hard.

  “You have no idea,” he growls. “My cock’s been hard for weeks.”

  I giggle at the image. “Perhaps you need to see a doctor.”

  He aggressively yanks my bra down and pulls my nipple into his mouth. All humor gone.

  My body arches to greet his mouth. His free hand begins rubbing my clit as his tongue sucks my breast hard. The double sensation is overwhelming, and I can no longer control my breathing or the excessive moans releasing from my throat.

  “You keep moaning like that and I’m going to come a lot sooner than I want, sweetheart.”

  “Then stop torturing me already.”

  He plunges two fingers deep inside me. My body convulses on impact as he drives further inside me.

  I let out a puff of air as I try to even my breathing. He’s relentless in pleasure-torturing my clit and nipple at the same time. I’m not used to the invasive pleasure, my body unfamiliar with the contact. I’m trying to hold in the screams that desperately need to come out.

  “Release,” he demands. “I want to hear you and feel you at the same time.” His voice is seductive as he mouths my other breast and works it in the same fashion as the first—aggressive and eager.

  My body unhinges, arching more and shaking harder. His fingers work inside me harder as I peek into an intense orgasm. My hands flock to his head, pulling and squeezing his locks.

  “Oh my,” I breathe out. “God!”

  My body lays flat on the bed again as he pulls his fingers out and releases my breast. He’s hovering directly on top of me, and I can feel his heavy breathing on my face.

  Hesitantly, I open my eyes and look up at him. His face is intense, and I know he’s feeling the same thing I am—passion and lust.

  Slowly, he brings his mouth down on mine and genuinely kisses me. It’s slow and controlled as if he’s asking permission, easing me into what’s about to occur.