Chapter Twenty-Three
A LITTLE DILDO NEVER HURT ANYONE
Kenzie
Sure enough,Bentley followed me to my work, and he was waiting next to my car in the parking lot when I was ready to go home. I thought I’d be annoyed with his overprotectiveness, but as I drive to my apartment, I can’t make the smile fall from my face.
When we’re back at my place, Bentley greets me at the stairs. “Mind if I come in?”
“Only if you don’t judge the mess,” I say as I try to remember what things I failed to clean up most recently.
He grabs my hand and leads the way. “It wouldn’t be yours if it wasn’t messy.”
“Hey.” I attempt to shove him, but he’s like a brick wall. “I take offense to that.”
Bentley laughs. “Good. Maybe you’ll start to clean more.”
I consider sending him on his way, but I like when he’s at my house. Makes him seem less… I don’t know. Even though I don’t outwardly show my feelings about how rich he is, it’s nice when we’re not reminded of it constantly.
Once we’re inside, Bentley makes himself comfortable on my couch, and I head to the kitchen to grab take-out menus. I’m not much of a cook and I don’t assume he’ll want ramen or raviolis.
“Burgers, Chinese, or Italian? My treat,” I say, dangling the options in front of his face from behind him.
He reaches back and grabs my hips, somehow pulling me over the couch. Before I can register what’s happened, I’m on his lap.
I laugh. “That was impressive.”
He raises a brow. “Did you expect anything less?”
I didn’t, but I don’t tell him that. “I mean, you lack in other areas, so it’s good that you’ve got muscles to help compensate.”
His fingers dig into my ribs, and I squirm, too ticklish for that kind of move.
Bentley realizes this too and takes advantage, sitting up and pinning me beneath him. “Let’s see where else I cancompensate.”
He lifts my shirt up, and his prickly face attacks my stomach while I squeal like a little schoolgirl. “I’m going to make you pay for this!”
His eyes peek up at me, and he smirks. “Yeah? How so?”
I nod to the box of toys that have sat untouched for weeks on top of my dresser. “With one of those.”
I might have joked that he was kinky, but in reality, I’ve only seen a dominating side of Bentley, so when he stares at the box with a slight tilt of his head, seeming intrigued by the idea, I squirm out from underneath him.
My strides quicken and I grab the box, holding up a small pink vibrator, but he shakes his head. “You’re not using that on me.”
“Oh, come on. A little dildo never hurt anyone.” I step closer, and he snatches it. The box ends up on the bed behind me.
“Let’s prove that theory on you first.”
Fuck yes, I think as I strip my work clothes off, letting them fly behind me, landing wherever they may.
Bentley shakes his head while unbuttoning his shirt. “No wonder your house is never clean.”
By the time he’s done—his clothes neatly draped over the couch—I’m lying in my bed with all my goodies next to me.
He stalks closer, and I drag the vibrator over my pussy. A moan slips from between my lips and Bentley’s eyes go dark in an instant.
The dildo is no longer in my hands, and he’s leaning over me. “If this is going inside you, I’m putting it there.”