“Well, get used to it, sweetheart.”
“Plan on doling them out a lot, do you?”
“I’m going to give you all of them,” his eyes have darkened, his gaze hooded.Fuck, he’s gorgeous.I need to go home before I do something stupid, like ask him to come home with me. Harry’s words have got into my head; it’s the only explanation for this insanity I’m feeling around him. As if he senses I’m about to bolt on him, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, tapping on the screen a few times before handing it over to me.
“Put your number in. Please.” He adds the last word almost as an afterthought. I get the impression he’s not trying to be an asshole most of the time, it’s just who he is. He’s used to getting what he wants, a lot of men in power are. I debate for all of about three seconds before taking the phone from him and inputting my number. I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t want to see him again, and it’s not like he wouldn’t be able to get it himself some way or another.
He rises from his seat and holds his hand out to me, helping me from my own.
“Let’s get you home, sweetheart.” He throws a couple bills on the table as we leave, he’s left what I’m sure is a very generous tip.
During the short walk out to our cars, Bennett’s hand manages to find its way to the small of my back again, his thumb gently sweeping up and down. As we reach my car, he pushes me up against it, caging me in the same as he did at the gym earlier today.
“I want to see you tomorrow,” his words are whispered against my lips, his head is bowed, and he’s had to bend his knees to bring himself even close to my level. The man towers over me.
“I can’t, I have a class at the gym after work, and then I need to get some studying done.” He groans, not liking my answer.
“Saturday, then,” his lips brush against mine.
“Yes,” I gasp and he takes the opportunity to thrust his tongue through my parted lips. I should’ve known the first time he kissed me he wouldn’t ask; this man takes, and right now he’s taking me. My sanity, my breath, my goddamned mind. Desire licks through me as he expertly kisses me like no man has before. His hips press into me, the hard length of his cock pushing into my stomach, and I groan at the feel of him.Oh my God, he’s huge.His hands slide down my hips, lifting me so he settles between my thighs. I moan into his mouth as his cock rubs against my clit.
“Fuck, sweetheart, I can feel how hot you are. You want my cock?”
“Yes,” I mewl as his lips place kisses along the column of my neck.
“And you’ll get it. Fuck, sweet girl, will you get it — every single inch of it. But not here, not in a bar parking lot where anyone can see. You’re mine.” He slowly pulls away from me and lowers my feet back to the ground. I’m ashamed to say I’m a little wobbly on my legs, more turned on by a few kisses than I have been by any other sexual experience of my life.
“Fuck, you look gorgeous like this,” he says, gazing down at me. “Lips swollen and eyes glazed. I can’t wait to see what you look like taking my cock.” He places a light peck on my lips and opens my door for me. “You need to go before I don’t let you. Text me when you get home.” He waits until my seatbelt is on before closing my door and giving the roof of my car a double tap.
Bennett
Good girl,I think to myself the next evening as I watch Peyton continually checking over her shoulder. She’s just got home from the gym after her class and I’m not sure if it’s a sixth sense to her feeling someone watching her or if the note has made her more aware of her surroundings. Maybe both. Whatever it is, I’m glad.
She’s strong, brave, clever — she’s fucking perfect. She’s also mine. Sitting across the table from her last night, it came to me that I don’t want her doing that with anyone else. The thought of her smiling at them, of another making her laugh, of them getting to spend any time with her, filled me with an anger I only feel with my victims.
I don’t understand what it is about her that makes her so different, that makes me want to keep her. I’ve been with plenty of women, women who have been desperate for more from me, and not one of them has ever tempted me to try. One look at Peyton and I was done for. So done for that I bought the house today, before I even pulled through the gates, I knew I was going to get it. The minute she said it was her favorite, it was hers. Well, ours, I plan on us both living there, soon.
Do I know what I’m doing when it comes to her? No. Does she deserve better than me? Definitely. Will it stop me from making her mine? Abso-fucking-lutely not.
My phone pings next to me and I see it’s a text from the object of my obsession.
You asked me to let you know when I was home tonight. Sooo, I’m home. Is this going to be a habit of yours? That’s two nights x
Yes. Get used to it. How was the gym?
Good. Hard, but good. How was the house? x
I’ll tell youtomorrow.
I’ll do better than tell her. I plan on taking her there and showing her around. It’s amazing what money can do, like get the keys for the house, a house that won’t legally be mine for another week.
Tease x
I smirk at her response. She has no idea.
Good night, Bennett x
Night, sweetheart x
