Page 81 of Long for Me
“You’re flushed,” Bennett said, one hand on my thigh, the other on the steering wheel. “Care to tell me what you’re thinking about?”
All of it. All of him. On me, in me, around me, doing whatever he wanted...
I couldn’t tell him. Could I?
But I trusted him. I had fallen for him, most likely before he ever touched me. I might have fallen in love with this man before I saw him at Luminous. There was a reason he brought out such deep emotions in me before.
Because I’d had a crush on Bennett Ashby since the moment I first saw him, years ago, when he walked through the doors of Ashby Enterprises, when I was just a lowly intern, working my way through night school, knowing without a doubt he’d never turn my way. I’d never be good enough for a man like him. We were from different worlds.
Yet he had seen me.
He’d not only seen me and my body, helikedall that was me.
“I never gave you my answer about the job.”
He shot me an amused look, his grip on my thigh flinching as he turned back to the road. “No, you didn’t.”
I cleared my throat and covered his hand with mine, sliding it upward, beneath the skirt of my dress so his strong and muscled hand was on my bare skin.
When he was close to my center, I slid my hand to his lap, to his groin, his cock already hard and thick, bulging beneath the fabric of his pants.
“Fuck, Rebecca.” He groaned, his hips arching and shifting against my tender touch. “End my misery.”
Before rationality smothered the overwhelming sensations weighing me down. I shifted in my chair, unbuckling and not caring the car was moving. My hands went to his belt, and his pants.
“What are you—”
“Quiet, sir,” I whispered, kissing his throat. “I want my hands on you. My mouth on you. I want you everywhere and I want you to do whatever you want to me, whenever you want.”
“That doesn’t exactly sound submissive,” he said, teasing me through the thickness in his voice.
“It’s not. You can punish me when we get to your place if you’d like.”
“Fuck,” he barked out a laugh, his hand pushing aside my panties. “You’re soaked.”
“Always.” I bent down, licked the column of his throat as my hands removed his cock from his pants. “I’m always soaked and wet for you. And yes, I accept the job, the contract... I want everything from you.” I squeezed my hand around his shaft. It jumped in my touch and hardened. I bent, his fingers having to slide out of me as I took him in my mouth. His hand came down on my head, tangled in my hair. “God, yes. Go slow so I don’t wreck the car.”
I didn’t care if we burned.
As soon as the taste of him invaded my mouth, there wasn’t a single place I’d rather be and if we went up in flames, my life would end exactly how I wanted it to.
I moved, ran my tongue along his tip, swirling around the edge of his head before I dove down deeper, taking him as far as I could in the awkward position. He shifted, grunts grew louder over the quiet hum of classic rock on the radio.
“Jesus.” He grunted. His fingers pulled my hair so harshly my scalp tingled.
The car swerved and I braced myself against the seat, curling my fingers around the buttery leather chair as the car came to a sudden stop.
“Fuck, Rebecca.” He groaned, arching up, thrusting further into my mouth and holding me so I couldn’t pull back. “I’m going to come.”
I hummed around him, swallowing as he hit the back of my throat.
He pressed between my shoulder blades, his other hand moved to the back of my head and held me still. I wasn’t smothered.
He came, shooting down my throat while he held me wrapped in his arms the only way he could, given our position.
I took every drop, swallowing the taste of him and his essence, never feeling more protected or safe in my entire life.
