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I pump my hips into her quickly, relishing the feeling of her pussy being wrapped around my cock. Her tight channel squeezes me, fitting my cock perfectly, as if she were made for me. My hands clutch the globes of her ass as my knees bend to slide my cock in and out of her warmth at a slightly different angle. Our mingled breaths are heavy as I fuck her against the wall, her legs wrapped around my waist and her nails dragging through the skin on my shoulders.
My loud groan echoes through the house as I press into her, then my hips thrust two more times before I hit my climax. I switch my pace and continue to pump languidly as her pussy grasps my cock when she reaches her orgasm with a happy sigh, pulling me into her, her fingers continuing to dig into my shoulders.
My cock slips out of her, then she unwraps her legs and slides down.
I get down on one knee and watch my come slide down her leg.
“What are you doing?” she asks, lifting her hand on the top of my head and running her fingers through my short hair.
“Just admiring my handiwork,” I reply with a satisfied smirk.
Chapter Ten
Benjamin
“Fuck off!” I say to Elliot, one of my oldest friends and now my newest former friend, as he stands in front of my desk.
“I’ve vetted everything for this plan. I want to help out the folks around the beach areas who have the lack of resources that both yourself and I do. Benjamin, I know deep down inside, you care about the less fortunate.” Elliot begs. “We used to be so close, man. Come on, we've known each other for years. I knew you before…before you became the man you are today. Hell, we were going to be business partners. “
“Be that as it may, I don’t give two shits about whatever cause you want my name on. I don’t trust anything that comes out of your mouth and that’s all that I have to say.”
“It’s not your name I want. I'm offering this to join teams, to work on something together. To reconnect.”
“Interesting, since I haven’t seen you in all these years, not since the accident. Interesting how now you want to do business together – to fucking reconnect! – when my business is soaring. How, after so many years of silence, do you think it's perfectly fine to come to me now?” I snarl.
“Listen, she was important to me too.” Elliot switches his tactics.
I fight the urge to jump up and pummel him. I don't want to talk about this shit.
“Of course she was; you were fucking her, weren't you? That's probably another reason why you haven’t come around once I found out about you two. You were having an affair with my fiancée for, what, a year?” I say cruelly. “The bottom line here is that you are not someone I want to work with and definitely not someone I want to have any connection with in my life.”
“Ben. I'm sorry. I was a shit friend.” He stops talking when I hold up my hand to silence him. My irritation has been growing with every word that falls out of his mouth.
“Elliot, you aren't my friend, obviously not then and absolutely not now. I will not do business with you. You can see yourself out. Immediately. And don't make any more fake appointments with my assistant.”
Elliot stands. His gaze burns into me.
“Why can’t we let the past be the past?” he demands petulantly.
“Because the past is what created the man I am now.”
“So then you should be thanking me.” His tone is cocky.
“If you’d like to think you are the reason for my success, be my guest. Just do it somewhere else.” I wave him off, desperately wanting this conversation to be over. I don't have time to argue with him. What the fuck is he thinking?
“You just said—”
“I said the past created the man I am now. The past is more than any one single event you might have had some play in. In all reality, my parents dying, being thrust into leadership of this company, my fiancée dying, and then…” I take a deep breath and refocus. “You know what, I don’t need to explain myself to you. I would like you to leave.” I slam my hand on the desk, done with this interruption to my day once and for all.
I push the button on the phone for Bella. When her sweet voice comes on, I ask her to come into my office. My voice contains venom, which I don’t need to be giving her.
She opens the door and freezes in the doorway likely noticing the tension between Elliot and myself. She looks between us, hesitantly she announces herself.
“I would like you to get security on the line to get up here and see Mr. Hunter out of my office. And make sure security knows he isn’t to step foot in here again.”
“Oh c’mon, Ben.” Elliot rolls his eyes and holds up his hand.
“Get. Out,” I bellow.
