Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 95520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
I’m pulled from my thoughts as Bentley throws a game-winning touchdown, and the people in the box go wild. I’m so happy for him I can’t stop smiling.
The family passes hugs around and the girls and I have some more champagne. I really should stop drinking. I’ve been too nervous all day to eat.
I’m already a bit tipsy. I have so many things I want to say to Bentley. It’s been almost nine years. I would like to think we’re both in different places in our lives.
We’ve been like ships passing in the night. While I’ve been traveling the world with Erica, Bentley has had a stellar career playing professional football.
They call him the touchdown king. If there’s a way for one to be made, Bentley is going to do it. His arms, his legs, whatever it takes. I’m so proud of him.
“Mr. Coswell wanted Miss Nickels to come with me,” Sarah, Bentley’s assistant, says.
“I’ve got her,” Garret says quickly. “I know where he wants her to go.”
I look to Erica, and she has a shit-eating grin on her face. I narrow my eyes, wondering what they’re up to. We were all supposed to go out to dinner and dancing after the game.
“Yes, but I—”
“I’ve got it, Sarah. Don’t worry about it. See you tomorrow,” Garret says firmly.
Sarah gives a tight smile then looks me over before turning to leave. I shrug her look off and follow Garret. He leads me back to the car from earlier. It takes forever, but I’m taken back to the hotel we’re staying in.
However, he doesn’t take me back to my room. He takes me to a presidential suite, opens the door, then tells me to head in and make myself comfortable. I look up at him in confusion, but after a moment, I step inside.
The door clicks shut behind me, and I’m left alone. At least I think I’m alone. I take off my coat and drape it on the back of an accent chair.
“Sarah, what’s the ETA on Erica and Zah making it to the restaurant? Are they there yet? Shit, I’m going to be late. Why didn’t you bring Zahirah to the waiting area I told you to?” Bentley’s voice booms through the room, sending a chill down my spine.
I begin to walk toward his voice. When I get to the room he’s in, I find him in a pair of slacks with no shirt on. His ass looks great. He turns at the sound of my heels and freezes.
“Hey,” I say and wave.
He furrows his brows one second and rushes across the room in the next. Before I know what’s happening, he has my face between his hands as he devours my mouth. I whimper and lock my arms around his neck.
“You look fucking amazing. I’ve missed you so much, baby. I can’t believe you’re here,” he groans into my mouth.
“Bent, wait, I … oh my God,” I cry out as he lifts me onto his waist and pulls the front of my dress down to expose my breasts, then pulls my nipple into his mouth.
All my thoughts are scrambled. He continues to suck on my breast as he reaches to tug my dress up over my ass to gain access to my seam. A growl leaves his lips as he finds me wet for him.
In the next motion, he shoves his fingers into me as he moves across the room. I’m confused as he doesn’t move to the bed but over to an accent chair. However, I’m too busy coming all over his hand to think clearly about what’s happening.
He places me on my feet and bends me over the chair. In the next motion, he’s on his knees eating my pussy from behind. I can only grab the arms of the chair and hold on.
“God, I’ve missed this pussy so much. You taste so amazing. Come for me, baby.
“Show me this body still knows me. I want you to come all over my face. Can you do that for me?”
He slaps my ass, causing me to cry out. This is not my Bentley, but I’m not about to complain or stop to think too hard about that. I crave him something awful.
“Yes, Bentley, yes,” I scream as my legs shake, and I come.
“That’s my girl. I want you so bad, Zah. Do you want me to fuck you? Are you ready to have me inside you?”
“Yes, please.”
He chuckles darkly and stands to his feet. The sound of his belt clinking fills the room. The next thing I know, I’m so full my eyes cross.
Bentley has a tight hold of my waist as he fucks me hard and deep. I bite my lip as my eyes roll back. He begins to slap my ass, alternating from one cheek to the other while he continues to thrust.