The Intern (9 page)

“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.”

Her face pales, and I can’t help but wonder why she’s reacting this way to a seven year old case that hasn’t been mentioned since after it happened.

“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.”

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 sex 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 confidence 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 thinking 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.

His hand cups my cheek, his thumb rubbing softly against my skin. It’s a sweet and caring gesture. My eyes snap open as I see the power he’s taking over me. He knows I want it. I know he wants it. This isn’t supposed to turn into something more than that.

I push hard against his chest and force him on his back. I straddle his waist and grab his wrists in my hands.

“I don’t want you to make love to me, Bentley.” I can see the conflicted expression in his face. “I want you to take me as I am. Fuck me, but don’t make love to me,” I warn.

I release the grip on his wrists, and his hands immediately grab my hips. He forces my hips to grind against his cock that’s rock hard against his pants.

“If you keep talking like that I’m not going to make it that far.”

I smirk. “Then. Take. Off. Your. Fucking. Pants.”

I roll off his body and watch as he stands up next to the bed. I lay back casually on the bed as he removes the rest of his clothing. My eyes wander up and down his chiseled chest, admiring his tattoos and muscles again. His arms are definitely built, but the pictures don’t do his body justice. His tattoos are the first thing I notice along with the V that goes from his hips down to his legs. He’s fucking breathtaking, and I’m completely mesmerized by him.

“You’re staring.”

“You have a lot to stare at.”

He looks down at his fully erected cock with a smug grin. “Then by all means, stare away.”