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Chapter Nineteen

Rebecca

I drifted awake with warm, quiet breath puffing against my neck and a strong arm heating my abdomen. In one day, Bennett had completely sucked me into his orbit. He infuriated me as much as he enthralled me. He bossed me as much as he served and took care of me. In the haven of his large and ultra-comfortable bed, his body heat surrounding me, I lacked for nothing.

Last night, after he’d thrown me for one loop by telling Jakobs I’d take care of the board meeting, he’d essentially tossed my world upside down when he went straight from that to demanding I get on my knees and suck him off.

Nothing could have confused me more than afterward. He curled me into his lap, laid us down on the couch, and grabbed the remote. He clicked on the television, turned it to a news channel, but then muted it and we’d spent the rest of the night talking, playing pool—where I lost every game—and laughing.

Laughed. With Bennett. His chuckle was glorious, his unhindered laughter was out of this world. The way he tossed back his head, his corded throat on display was exquisite.

God. There was nothing I wanted more than to see that look on him every day. It sent crazy, wild tingles slashing through my body and settled low in my stomach so much that the first time I heard it, I actually did a full body quiver.

Which he’d noticed, and immediately proceeded to turn that quiver into an even wilder and crazier orgasm.

In the morning, darkness filled the room, the sun not yet risen outside, but I didn’t need the light. I couldn’t find a single thing wrong with moving forward with him. I was wracking my muddled brain, spinning all of his pros and cons in an attempt to untangle them into two clear lists, when his hand moved.

Fingers splayed wide on my stomach and his lips brushed from my neck to my shoulder.

A delicious shiver spiked across my back. “Morning,” I muttered, leaning into him.

“Thought for a moment, I’d wake up and you would have snuck out in the middle of the night. Nothing better than waking up with your hair all over my face, though.”

He put pressure on my stomach and pulled, rolling me to my back and then he was there. Right there on top of me, his legs and arms caging me in. Braced on his elbows, his face was inches from me but I didn’t have a moment to treasure the sleepy look on his face before he kissed me.

He groaned as I let him in, tongue swiping against mine. Heaven. Caged in his strong arms, beneath his large and muscled frame, my body succumbed to the passion he offered.

“Bennett,” I whimpered, arching into him. He dropped his hips, his perfect, hard dick rubbing against my sex. “Shit.”

He pulled back, nose brushing against mine. “You too sore today?”

I ached everywhere. I had sore muscles where I didn’t know muscles existed. Bennett’s dark eyes, holding the promise of wicked pleasure, evaporated all the pain.

“I’m not too sore for anything,” I forced out.

“Good, because it’s been over a week since my hand has tanned your ass and I want you at work today, feeling me every time you shift in your chair.”

And God. I shouldn’t have liked it. No woman should. As breath flooded my chest, Bennett’s hand cupped my cheek. “You want that.”

I did. God, help me, I did. “Yeah.”

“Good. Roll over, hold on to the headboard. Don’t let go until I tell you to.”

Apparently I didn’t move fast enough because Bennett moved back, his hands went to my hips, and he flipped me.

“Ah!” I squealed. “Bennett!”

His hand came down. Searing heat smacked my backside. “Sir.”

Damn it! Pain laced through me and I ground my teeth together until it diminished. “Sir, Bennett! Ouch.”

His lips came down on my backside, tender kisses smoothed away the heat spreading down my thighs. “Shit,” I moaned, arching into him.

“Hands on the headboard, Rebecca. Now.”

I reached for the wide, wooden slats and curled my fingers around them. I waited. And waited.

There was no movement behind me, no sound, no heat from his hand landing on me.