Instead of lying here, wallowing in my self-pity like I really want to, I get up and shower. Maybe surprising Benton at his work today will make both of our days better.
Walking into his office, I first notice the woman working behind the desk. Too pretty for her own good.
“I’m here for Benton James,” I say, tapping my finger. I hate buildings like this: big, busy, way too clean. I know Adam has money, but this doesn’t have any personal touches to it at all.
After finally allowing me past her desk, she walks me to Benton’s office and nods when he smiles and waves me in. He’s on the phone, so I get to take a few moments to look around where he spends most of his time. There are a few awards on a shelf, and his framed degree sits next to them. Photos take over his desk space, and I smile when I see one he took of Hannah and I a few weeks back. He thought enough of it to put it in a frame on his desk?
How’d I ever find this guy? He’s perfect.
And hot.
Seriously. I see him a lot in casual clothes: jeans, t-shirts, shorts… But not very often do I get to see this Benton.
This Benton whose well-tailored suit looks like it was designed just to fit his body type, sculpted muscles and all. Benton, whose hair is even well sculpted. This Benton is making me want to do all kinds of things to him that aren’t ‘office friendly’. The look he gives me lets me know he’s thinking the exact same thing. I came here just to see him, but now my mind has a whole different agenda.
“Craig, we need to finish this another time,” he practically growls as I walk back and shut the door, feeling the heat pooling between my legs at the thought of doing him in his office. Clicking the lock, I hear him groan. “No, that account… fuck… listen, I’ll call you back, Craig.”
I turn and start playing with the strap of my dress, slowly slipping one strap down my shoulder, a grin playing on my lips as he growls to the man on the phone.
“Jesus Christ, Craig. I’m hanging up, I’ll call you back.” Slamming the phone down, he narrows his eyes at me and shakes his head. “Awfully forward, aren’t we, Gabby?” His hand goes to his crotch to rub himself as I slowly make my way to him, dropping my dress to the floor right as I stand right in front of him. Turned in his office chair, he groans and leans in, laying gentle kisses along my abdomen.
“I thought you might enjoy a little company this afternoon,” I whisper. His lips travel up to find my pert nipple under the black lace bra I put on just for him. “Fuck,” I groan then hiss when his teeth come around it.
“Best surprise ever,” he moans, snaking his hand under my panties. “Fuck. So wet, Gabby.”
“Just for you,” I moan.
His fingers slide inside me, playing me perfectly, as he slams his mouth to mine. One hand inside me, the other snakes around my neck as he stands and lavishes me.
“I only have about ten minutes before my next meeting,” he says between kisses. I moan and nod my understanding that this has to be quick. “Bend over the desk.”
His demand has me burning with need for him. I love this side of him, and I don’t get to see it very often. Don’t get me wrong. I love the sweet side of him too, but, sometimes I need this and he seems to know exactly when. Grabbing the lace panties, he rips them off of me.
“Good God, Gabby. This ass is perfection,” he whispers, tracing his fingers down my ass and lets it rest on the one spot I’ve never let anyone go. Feeling me tense, he chuckles lightly. “Not today, love. I can’t fucking wait until you let me, though,” he says, leaning down to kiss my back as he pushes into me. A moan escapes me as he pulls back and slams into me, releasing a little of his gentle touch for a much rougher side.
Grabbing onto the edges of his desk, nipples pushed against the cool wood, he slams into me over and over, bringing me to the brink of orgasm.
“Fuck, Gabby.” He reaches around and starts to rub my clit with the prefect amount of pressure and gentleness. Unable to hold it at bay any longer, I bite into my arm to suppress the scream that wants to come out of me when my orgasm explodes around him. Thrusting one more time, he leans into me and latches on to my neck, suppressing a moan that would alert the entire office what we’re in here doing. “Fuck fuck fuck,” he murmurs into my neck. Groaning, he slips out of me and grabs a tissue to clean up before pulling himself back together. Grinning, I slowly pull my dress back up and reach for my shredded panties on the floor. “Leave them,” he growls. “I’ll take care of them.” He winks, and I melt right there.
Jesus Christ.
“I’m glad I could be of service to you,” I whisper, trailing my fingers down his face and gently kissing him. He takes my hands in his and smiles, immediately followed by scrunching his eyebrows as he lifts my hand to his gaze.
“What happened?” he asks, inspecting my bandage that has blood seeping through.
Fuck.
“I cut myself. It’s nothing,” I say, pulling my hand back.
“That looks bad, babe.” He reaches for my hand again, and I know it’s no use trying to hide it from him. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Walking me back to his chair, he sets me down and leaves his office, just to return shortly with a first aid kit. He’s watching me intently, not letting his eyes leave me, and it’s making me nervous. He’s going to ask, I’m going to have to tell him, and then he’s going to judge me.
“What’d you do, Gabby?”
Called it.
“Cut myself,” I answer, grinning. The teenager in me wants to add a ‘duh’ in there, but I hold it back when the look he gives me tells me this isn’t a laughing matter. He pulls the bandage off, and I look away. I remembered seeing flapping skin yesterday when it happened, but I wrapped it so fast that I really didn’t have much time, or want, to inspect it.
“Jesus Christ, Gab. That’s bad,” he says. “How did you cut yourself?” His voice is growing angry, and I keep telling myself he’ll never hurt me. Never. He loves me. He’s not my mother.
“I had an episode. While doing dishes,” I whisper. He curses under his breath and starts cleaning it up. It burns a bit, but I’m trying not to show him that he’s hurting me. He’s doing it to help me, not because he wants to.
He sighs and wraps me up with new gauze and tape, kissing it gently before cleaning up his desk.
“I wish you would’ve called me.”
“Why? So you could drop everything to tend to my knife cut?” I try to laugh it off but he’s not joking.
“No. I know you can care for yourself, you’re very independent but Gab, I just want you to talk to me. If you have an episode, a flashback, if you black out, I want to know. I want you to talk to me,” he whispers, pulling me in for a hug.
I’d be calling you a lot, Benton.
“I’m okay. I promise.” I smile as best as I can and he sighs, standing and putting the kit in his desk.
“Any news on a job?” he asks, helping me stand and walking towards his door. I know he has a meeting, but I really don’t want to have to leave him.
I also don’t want to talk about this.
“No. Nothing.”
“My offer still stands, Gab. I meant it.” He’s looking me square in the eye, seriously offering his house for me to live in.
“You don’t have a spare bedroom, Benton.” I smile, watching him raise his eyebrows.
“You wouldn’t need one, Gab. I need you in my life, and having you there when I wake up would be the best thing ever. Think about it, and I’ll call you tonight,” he says, gently kissing my on the lips. “I’ve got to get to this meeting.” He winks and opens the door, allowing me to walk past him and out the door. “I like your freshly fucked hair,” he whispers, and then pinches my ass before walking down the opposite hallway, as I go to leave.