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The Intern Vol. 2(13)



"I'm his intern, Ceci. Who are you?" I scowl.

"Oh, my apologies." He puts a hand to his chest, pretending to act  sincere. "I'm Mr. Littleton. You can call me Toby." He continues eyeing  me. "I just wanted to meet you."

"Great. Well, now that you have, I need to get going."

He looks at his watch, confused. "It's not five ‘o clock yet. I believe that's when you're allowed to leave."

"Actually, Bentley is running late from a lunch meeting and said I could leave."

"Bentley?" His eyebrows rise in suspicion.

I clear my throat quickly. "Mr. Leighton." I swallow as he flashes a cocky grin. Shit. This guy is a complete creep.

"Do we have another Hannah on our hands?"

I raise my eyebrows in question. "Who?"

"Oh, Bentley hasn't told you?" he asks, amused.

"Clearly, he hasn't if I just asked who she was," I snap back. "Excuse  me, you're in my way." I try to walk around him, but he steps in front  of me again.         

     



 

"She almost took this entire company down. Piece by piece, she dug her  greedy little fingers into Bentley and stole insider information. The  moment she went public with it, it almost ruined us for good. Not to  mention what it did to Bentley."

My eyes glaze over at his words. I had no idea. Of course, how would I?  Bentley never told me. I never asked about previous girlfriends. I only  knew about his modeling career based off the search I did beforehand.

"Well … thanks for the info. I'm not sure why you felt the need to tell me, but now I'm really leaving."

Anger-at myself-fuels my power to push him hard enough and out of my  way. He gasps and reaches out for me, but I'm already two feet ahead of  him and fleeing to the elevator.





Chapter Ten

Bentley



I CHECK MY watch constantly as I sit in my lunch meeting that runs three  hours over. I normally schedule my conferences for during the week, but  Mr. Welter flew in specifically for me.

I invite Ceci over that night. Although, I saw her that morning, I  already miss her-miss touching and kissing her. I hadn't ever missed a  girl like that before. Never.

No matter how many times I see her, it's never enough. I want more. More  of her. Everything inside me screams to stop-stop letting her get  close, stop letting her in.

But I don't.

I let her sledgehammer my thick walls, step over the debris, and get  right under my skin. Something I swore I wouldn't do again after my life  was almost destroyed before, but I don't feel in control of it anymore.  My heart has completely taken over, ignoring all the flashing red  warning signs around me.

We've fallen into a comfortable routine-cooking dinner, foreplay, eating  dinner, and end up either on the living room floor, the shower, or  sideways on my bed.







I wake up the next morning with my arms and legs wrapped up in Ceci. Her  back is pressed against my chest and all I can think about is how  breathtakingly beautiful she is. Her messy locks are spread wildly on  the pillow and her bare skin glows in the sunlight that's shining  through the windows. Her face looks soft and pure as it relaxes against  my arm that's wrapped under her. She looks absolutely … stunning.

She's an addiction I never knew I wanted, a feeling of never having  enough, never touching enough, never smiling enough. She made me that  person. That love-sick puppy dog that craves her like my last meal. That  person I swore I'd never be-that person I never wanted to be.

She startles awake, and I instinctively wrap her in closer to me, not wanting to let her go.

"Good morning." I kiss her shoulder softly. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mm hmm," she moans, squirming against me. "I don't even remember falling asleep … "

I smile lightly. "You passed out pretty quickly after-"

"Oh, my god … my body. My legs," she interrupts. "They feel like jelly."

I rub a hand up and down her arm, feeling the goose bumps rise as I touch her. "Sorry about that." I grin.

She turns around, not even self-conscious about the sheet falling off her exposed chest. "You are so not." She smirks.

"Well, you're the gymnast. Perhaps you just need more practice."

She slaps my chest and wrinkles her nose-the most adorable fucking thing  she does. "I don't think my body could handle more practice. I think it  needs rest. And perhaps a massage." Her eyes light up, signaling  exactly what she wants.

I lean down and kiss the tip of her nose. "I would love to, but I'm out of lotion."

She bursts out laughing and it takes me a moment to think about what's so funny.

"Oh, my god … no … not … stop laughing," I laugh with her. "That sounded really bad."

"Sorry," she apologizes, continuing to laugh. "I hang out with really immature guys. It's not my fault I find that funny."

"Wait … you hang out with guys?" I narrow my eyebrows at her, only teasing, but wanting to know the truth.

"Yes … is that a problem?" she counters.

I cup her breast aggressively making her wince. "Not at all." I grin. "As long as they're gay."

I shift on top of her and kiss the corner of her mouth. She smiles weakly, keeping her eyes closed.

I lick a trail up her body, stopping at each breast to pull in her nipple. She moans as the pressure increases.

"You like that?"

"Yes, more," she pleads. She arches her back, exposing more of herself  for me. I mouth her breast, sucking harder as my other hand moves down  her stomach and don't stop until I reach her juicy slit. I curl a finger  inside, synchronizing the rhythm with the movements of my mouth.         

     



 

"Oh, god! Yes! Don't stop."

I increase the pressure, adding a second finger inside of her. My mouth  moves up her chest, licking a trail up to her lips. She moans in my  mouth as her hips buck at the intensity. My fingers ride her hard and  quick, curling up deep inside her.

"Harder! Yes! Yes, oh, god!" she screams as I continue finger fucking her.

"What do you need, baby?" I encourage her. "Tell me."

"You, please! God, I want more!"

I grind my fingers in her as hard as I can, deep and slow as she arches her hips harder into me.

"Bentley! Don't stop."

"Jesus … " I growl against her ear, edging her on. "I love it when you  scream my name, sweetheart." I push a third finger in. "The sound of  your voice when you come could cure cancer."

I kiss her softly as she rides out her climax. She's completely beat, so I tuck us back in and fall back to sleep.







I hear ruffling in the distance, but my eyes are too heavy to open them.  I tighten my hold on Ceci, double-checking she's still next to me. Her  body is warm and molds just perfectly against mine.

"Oh, my god!" A high-pitched squeal jerks my body into overdrive. My  eyes widen at the sight of my parents in my bedroom doorway.

I grab the sheet and quickly cover us up. Ceci frantically presses back  against me, shielding her naked body from my parents' eyes.

"What are you doing here?" I scold. Ceci covers her heated face with one  hand, keeping her head down. Her cheeks heat as her eyes close in  humiliation.

"You never showed up for brunch," my mother scowls. "We were worried about you when you didn't answer your phone."

"After the tenth time calling you," my father adds in.

"Can you please give me a minute to get dressed? I'll meet you in my office."

My mother clenches her pearls as she flashes me a disapproving look. My  father grabs the door handle and pushes them both back into the hallway.  I wait until the door clicks before finally exhaling.

"I am so sorry."

She uncovers her face finally. "Well, there's a first time for  everything. Getting caught by your parents." She swings her legs off the  bed and begins looking for her clothes.

"Are you angry?" I sit up and watch as she frantically searches for her clothes that I know are lying on my living room floor.

"No, I'm just embarrassed."

"I know. And I'm so sorry. I should've remembered to call them and let  them know I wasn't coming. I'll go speak to them and ask them to leave.  Okay?" I grab a pair of shorts and shirt from the closet. "Your clothes  are in the living room, by the way." I kiss her gently on the forehead  before heading out to scold my parents.

I brush a hand through my hair as I prepare for a lecture for missing Sunday brunch.

I close the office door behind me as I lean back against it. Both of my  parents are standing and staring at me-practically glaring daggers in my  direction.

"It's not what you think-"

"It's exactly what we think," my mom huffs, cutting me off. "Is she another Hannah?"

"NO! She isn't like that at all. She's not just a one-night stand," I defend. "You met her already," I remind my mother.

My father grins wide and my mother takes notice, jabbing him in the gut with her elbow.