Page 27 of Long for Me
Chapter Nine
Bennett
It took every ounce of self-control I possessed to stay in my chair while Rebecca hurried out of my office like I’d set her on fire. It’d taken every ounce of self-control I possessed to stay away from her all day. For the last thirty-six hours, I’d jacked off to memories of her and our night together more times than I’d actually come inside her.
One night wasn’t enough.
I didn’t know what kind of game she was playing, but I was pissed the fuck off. When I got to the office today, my dick did the same salute it always did when I stepped off the elevator knowing I was going to be seeing her any moment. I expected to walk by her office, get a glimpse of her standard black shirt, buttoned up, and tucked behind her desk so I couldn’t see the sexy as hell legs that had been wrapped around my waist and slung over my shoulders while I’d repeatedly slid deep inside her.
Instead, the first view I’d had of her had me biting back a growl of fucking lust that had slammed into my chest so hard I had to stop and look away.
That red skirt curved her ass as she stood at the edge of her desk, scribbling notes down in her weekly planner. Black, sexy as fuck stockings with a thick line down the back of her legs pulled my eyes downward and when I dragged my gaze back up, I almost came right in my pants.
Because she wasn’t wearing the same conservative shit she always wore. Her gray top had such a deep V-neck I saw a hint of her black lace bra as she stood and stretched.
I’d groaned so loud I’d ducked into an empty office for fear she heard me. And damn her. She had me about ready to lose control in the first two minutes I’d stepped inside the office. I’d promised her I wouldn’t bring up our night together but if she kept wearing such seductive clothing, I’d be breaking my promise.
So yeah, I was being a bigger jerk than usual but it was the only thing keeping me from picking her up, slamming her down on my desk, and eating her pussy without giving a shit if anyone else on the floor heard me.
Taking Rebecca Morales home the other night had been an epically horrific decision, and I wasn’t a man used to making such bad judgment calls.
When she sat in front of me in my office just now, tears had shimmered in her eyes. I’d almost apologized. I should have.
Offering her a trip to the ground-breaking ceremony was the best I could do because she had worked hard. She was quickly becoming more than my assistant, but my partner in all business plans. She deserved to be there.
But fuck, I should have apologized. Or, I could stop being such an asshole and tell her I wanted her again. That when I was in the shower that morning after an hour workout that did nothing to quench the taste of her still deep in my throat, I wrapped my hand around my dick, wishing it was her mouth. That when I came, splashing my seed against my tiled walls, I’d done it wishing I was digging my fingers into her hair and groaning her name.
Because that’d go over well. We were in the office. I was pretty certain telling my assistant I wanted to shove my dick in her throat after the way I treated her all day would earn me a quick slap to my face and a sexual harassment suit on my desk.
Fuck.Fuck!
I’d screwed up.
There was a way to fix it, though. I just needed some time.
I pushed the button on my desk phone that would ring hers. I heard the echoing buzz come from her office and when she didn’t immediately answer, I gritted my teeth.
I buzzed again.
“You rang?” Her gravelly voice sparked through the intercom and she sniffed.
I tried like hell to soften my voice. Just be nice. Doesn’t mean you have to fuck her if you’re nice to her. At least, not yet. “Rebecca.”
I waited a beat. Then two. She sniffed again and a sludgy coffee taste settled in my stomach. Had I made her so mad, treated her so shitty that I made her cry?
“What, Bennett?”
“I need a reservation scheduled for next Friday at eight at The Chop House. Get the Captain’s table or Chef’s table if they’re available.”
“For how many?”
“Two.” Her breath hitched and she sniffed again. I could give her a break and tell her she’d be joining me, but frankly, I was liking this pissed off side of her. And the hint of jealousy as she confirmed my request for two. Jealousy made my dick hard.
I pressed a hand to my crotch to stave off the throbbing in my dick.
“Anything else?”
I grinned into the phone. Her sass and her anger would only serve me well over the next week while I worked my way deep inside her mind before sinking inside her body again.
