Liar, Liar (8 page)

“Do you have to work this weekend?” Benny asks as I take the last bite of my salad, and push my plate away.

I shake my head.  “Weekend’s free,” I confirm.

“Mine, too,” he gives me a wicked grin.

Sex with Benny last night and early this morning was unbelievably amazing.  He utterly wore me out and I’m aching in places I didn’t even know I had muscles! 

Deep in my gut, reality is gnawing, and I know I have to do my job.  Despite the fact I know I am falling for Benny – or I
was
falling – I’m pretty sure I have already fallen, I also know I have a job to do.  A job I am being paid a lot of money for, and a job that must be fulfilled because I agreed to it.

The thought makes me feel sick, but later that night as Benny is taking a shower, I set up a discreet video camera in my bedroom.  Then I lie in wait for him to come in and fuck me.

As he slides inside me, I wrap my legs tight around his waist and pull his neck down so his lips take mine in a ravishing kiss.  Then I roll him over and straddle him, loving the way his cock pleasures me deeper this way.  With my hands on his taut stomach, and his fingers manipulating my aching breasts, I ride him slowly, savoring our connection, memorizing every stroke, every touch, every kiss, because I know soon the truth will be exposed.  Even though my bank account will be full, my heart will be left empty, because Benny will never look at me again the way he’s looking at me now.  His gorgeous eyes hooded and heated with arousal, his mouth parted slightly as groans escape on my downward slides, his breath coming out in short, sharp pants that match my own.  His skin shines with a sheen of sweat identical to my own.

As my climax ripples through my body, I cry out his name on a sob and then lean down to capture his mouth so he can groan his release down my throat. 

When he leaves the room briefly to dispose of the condom, I quickly hide the camera, simultaneously hoping the lighting was good so I got some good footage, and praying the camera malfunctioned and didn’t record at all.

***

Benny’s hands go to my upper thighs and he lifts me up.  My legs instinctively lock around his waist as my back hits the cool tiles of my shower wall.  His cock nudges my slick sex and then he’s sliding inside as I arch toward him.

“Yes.  God, you feel so good,” I moan.

“So fucking tight,” he grunts.  “Never felt anything like it,” he whispers in reverence as his head lowers and he tugs my nipple into his mouth.  He fucks me slow and deep against the wall, as the warmth from the shower pelts down on us and the steam surrounds us.  Every stroke is measured, targeting the tender bundle of nerves inside me.  His pelvis grinds against my clit with every rotation of his hips, and I can’t control the whimpers that continually escape my lips.  I kiss his neck and pant in his ear, whispering words of arousal-filled encouragement.

His hands grip my ass and he spreads me wider, allowing himself deeper access.  My body tightens and then releases as I come with a long, drawn-out moan, shuddering against him and pulsing around his cock.

“Makenna,” he rasps, pulling his cock free, but still holding me against the wall.  His length meets the bottom of my stomach and pulses as jets of come spurt onto my skin before being washed away by the spray of the shower.  Supporting me with one arm, he rubs the remaining come into my skin, marking me, and my stomach flutters in response to his dominant display.

He lowers me to the ground and wraps an arm around my waist until my legs stop feeling like jelly.  Reaching up, I grab my bottle of shower gel and begin washing his chest.

“Turn around,” I murmur.  He follows my instructions, and I squirt a blob of the red gel onto my hands before massaging it into his muscular back.  I work my way down toward his backside, exploring every inch of his delectable, perfect body until I reach the solid mounds of his ass.  I pay special attention to them before he turns back around to face me.  I notice instantly his cock is stiffening, but he doesn’t mention it.  Instead, he takes the bottle from the shelf and fills his palms before tenderly washing my entire body, an act no one besides myself has ever done before. 

He spins me gently and washes my back, bending down to wash all the way to my heels and then back up again.  He rubs the globes of my butt, not sexually motivated, but tender, caring, almost
loving.
  My heart sighs in my chest and I lean back against his hard frame.  His arms go around my waist and he kisses my neck right where it meets my shoulder, causing an involuntary shiver of delight to ripple through my body. 

When the water turns cold, we step out and he reaches for a towel to wrap around his waist before he grabs another one and begins drying me off.  When he is satisfied I am completely dry, he kisses my nose and looks deep into my eyes, as if searching my soul with questions I am unaware of.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Makenna.”

“You’re not too shabby yourself,” I quip seriously, despite the grin on my face.

He grins down at me and his dimples pop out.  Unable to resist, I do something I have wanted to do since the first time I saw his smiling face in the picture Regina included in his file.  I reach out and stroke the indentation with my thumb, before going up on my tiptoes to run my tongue through it.  Then I nibble down his jaw before placing a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth. 

He kisses my nose again and then leads me into the bedroom so we can change.  He has fresh clothes since he asked his driver to fetch him some yesterday.  He made the call while sitting beside me on my sofa.  He didn’t offer the man named Frederick any explanation, except the order to bring him a bag of clothing.  We make our way into the living room and Benny puts a movie on while we snuggle on the lounge.  My mind wanders to what a shock it must have been for Frederick when Benny and I began making out, practically having sex, in the back of his car the other night. 

I don’t believe Benny has had affairs before, so the sight wouldn’t have been a regular occurrence for Frederick to see.  I wonder what they think of me.  Do they know I am working for Regina?  Do they know of her plan?  Are they on her side?  Or, do they see what I am beginning to see: that Benny is trapped in a loveless marriage, and he is desperate to break free, but unable to find a way.

I realize in that moment that once again, Mitchell was right, and I was wrong, about our initial predictions of Benny’s personality.  He is not a scaredy-cat, or as snobby as his wife, like I anticipated.  He is fierce, sometimes dominant, and incredibly caring and affectionate, almost loving in the way he touches me.  Sometimes I don’t even think he is aware of the way his fingertips graze my skin or linger just a little longer than necessary. 

I think Mitchell was right when he said Benny probably just doesn’t see a way out of the predicament he has himself in.  Though I can’t figure out why.  Why wouldn’t he just leave her?  Maybe he does love her in his own way, but then why would he have sex with me, not just once but multiple times.  Regina had said he barely spends anytime at home with her.

Regardless of the reasons why, it looks like I’ll be out of pocket a couple hundred dollars when I take Mitchell for dinner at
D’tre’s. 
Even worse, he won’t be buying me those cute booties I have been eyeing.

***

“I’ve got to get going, baby,” Benny murmurs in my ear.

“What time is it?” I moan sleepily, throwing an arm over my head.

“Just after six.”

“I’ve still got another hour,” I whine.

He chuckles, deep and throaty, and the sound causes chills of excitement to spread over my body.  His mouth touches mine and he sweeps his tongue across my lower lip.  I open, giving him access to explore.  He tastes like mint toothpaste, coffee, and Benny.  I sigh and wrap my hands around his neck while he deepens the kiss before pulling back when we are breathless.

“If I don’t go now, we’ll be staying in bed all day,” he warns.

“I can live with that,” I tell him with a grin.

He groans in disappointment.  “I wish I could, but I’ve got meetings this morning.”

“That’s okay, I have to work, too.” I frown.  Stroking his face, I catalogue every contour and line, the sharp angles of his jaw, the dips in his cheeks from his dimples, the deep black of his long eyelashes, and the depth of his beautiful brown eyes.

He kisses me once more, lightly this time.  A goodbye kiss.  Soft, sweet, meaningful.

“Best weekend of my life,” he tells me seriously, his voice quiet and husky.

“Mine, too,” I tell him honestly.

He cups my cheek and then stands before walking out.

I know I won’t get back to sleep, so I stretch my limbs and then make my way into the shower before getting ready for work and heading into the office a little earlier than normal.

“Good morning, Ms. Banks,” Cara, the temp during Josephine’s work trip with Mitchell, greets as I enter the building.

“Morning, Cara.  Good weekend?” I ask, making small talk while she gathers my messages.

“It was, thanks.  What about yours?”

Amazing.  Superfantastical.  Fucking awesome, full of absolutely mind-blowing sex.  Rather than say the thoughts running through my head, I reply instead with, “Fine, thanks.” 
Such an understatement.

Pushing all thoughts of Benny out of my mind, I concentrate on my workday.  With Mitchell out of the office, things will be busier than ever, and I can’t afford to be daydreaming about a certain brown eyed dimpled hunk all day.

“Ms. Banks,” I hear called before there is a quick rap on my door.

“Come in, Cara.”  I glance up from my computer.

“I wanted to hand you this,” she says, passing me a piece of paper.  “Josephine said she had been keeping track of the phone calls from that particular lady.”

“That’s correct.  Thank you.”  I scan my eyes over the document and notice that Juliette has called four times since Friday morning, and also emailed a total of eight times, to request an appointment with me.

I set the paper to the side on my desk and make a mental note to call Officer Whitlock later today with the new information.

I hit save on the file I am working on, and immediately get started on finishing up the final report of another one.  The remainder of the morning passes quickly, and the only time I let my thoughts wander to Benny, is during my thirty-minute lunch break.  I wonder if he is thinking of me right at this moment?  I wonder if he has had to try as hard as I have to keep thoughts of me at bay, like I have with him?

The phone beside me rings and I rub my tired eyes before answering.

“Yes?”

“I have a David Hope here for his three o’clock appointment,” Cara says.

“Show him through to the conference room.  I’ll be there shortly.”

I hang up and gather my notepad and a pen before making way down to meet Mr. Hope. 

“Happy Birthday,” I murmur to Estelle, before leaning down to kiss her cheek.  I hand her the fresh glass of wine I bought from the bar before finding her in the crowd, and she takes it with a smile.

“Thanks, boss.” 

“Almost forgot,” I say, pulling an envelope from the inner pocket of my jacket.  The check inside is double her usual birthday bonus, because today she turned forty.  A milestone birthday deserves a little something extra.

“Happy birthday!” Fran from accounts cheers as she wraps Estelle in a hug.  With a chuckle I walk away, leaving them to celebrate.

Donatello’s Bar is frequented regularly by my employees, given it’s only a block down from our office.  Each week they ask me to join them for after-works drinks, and every week I decline.  I’m only here tonight because a group got together and organized the evening in honor of Estelle. 

I walk up to the bar area and order a fresh beer before finding a group of men and joining in on their talk about an upcoming football game this weekend.  A few hours later, I bid goodbye to everyone and head to the gym.

As my feet pound the treadmill faster and faster, I keep glancing discreetly around the room, waiting for Makenna to show up.  I haven’t seen her since I left her place early Monday morning, and it’s now Wednesday evening.  I need to see her.  For a brief moment I wonder if she is avoiding me, but I dismiss it as soon as the hairs on my neck prickle.  I turn to my left and see her walking through the doors, looking fucking delicious.   The sky-blue workout pants she’s wearing hug every curve of her hips, ass, and thighs, and I’m sure that tight little top was created just to make a man’s dick hard. 

I grin and wink at her and she returns a small smile before heading over in my direction.  As she gets closer, I notice she’s already worked up a sweat.

“Hey,” I say, giving her a chin lift as I slow the treadmill to a walk.

“Hey yourself.  You’re not done yet, are you?”

“Yeah,” I reply as my brow wrinkles a little in confusion.

“You barely even worked up a sweat, Benny,” she chastises sweetly.  “You’re not slacking off are you?”

The sass in her tone, the innocence in her eyes, and the smirk on her lips has my dick swelling.

“Definitely not slacking off,” I murmur, my voice dangerously low.  “Now that you’re here, I’ve thought of a better way to work up a sweat.”  I see the shiver travel through her body, and I know she wants this as badly as I do.

“Oh really,” she replies, cocking an eyebrow at me and trying to act blasé.  “What did you have in mind?”  She takes a step forward and reaches out her index finger to swipe a bead of sweat from my chest.  With her eyes trained on mine, she brings her finger to mouth, and swipes her finger slowly,
seductively
, across her plump bottom lip.

Fuck, this girl does me in.

“Yum,” she whispers, as her tongue snakes out to lick her lip.

My restraint snaps and I grip her wrist before she can pull back.  Her eyes widen slightly in surprise but I’m already turning and pulling her along behind me.  I barge into the change rooms and quickly check throughout to make sure we are alone. 

“Out,” I demand to the guy standing and admiring himself in the mirror.  He turns and faces me before looking over my shoulder and seeing Makenna.

“No worries, dude.”  He gives me a sly grin before leaving.  I lock the door behind him and then trap Makenna against the wall with my pelvis.  She gasps and melts into me, her palms sliding up my chest and around my neck before she tugs my mouth down to meet hers. 

She tastes sweet
.  So fucking sweet.
  Like raspberries and vanilla, with a hint of her toothpaste.   My hands hold her head steady, tilting it to the left so I can deepen the kiss until I feel her knees buckling.

Her fingers move down my body, tracing the muscles on my stomach before reaching the waistband of my shorts.  She tugs them down awkwardly, and I decide to help her out.

“Let’s get rid of these first,” I tell her, before sliding her pants down her legs.  She steps out of them and I look down her flat stomach to the bare pussy I’m aching to be inside.  I lift her top up just enough for her tits to be exposed, and then I boost her up against the wall.  Almost instantly, I feel the heat of her against me. 

“You wet?”

“Yes,” she moans as I latch onto her pretty pink nipple, swirling my tongue around and biting down gently before moving to the other one to pay it the same attention.

“You’re so perfect, Makenna,” I tell her, as my palm cups her slick pussy.  Sliding a finger through her lips, I find her entrance and dip two fingers inside.  She arches toward me as I pump faster,  fucking her with my fingers until she’s moaning in my arms.  My thumb begins to circle her swollen little clit and she bucks against me.  When her pussy flutters against my fingers, I know she’s close, so I take one of her nipples into my mouth and bite down just hard enough to send her over the edge.

“Jesus. 
God, yes
.  Oh, Benny.  I’m gonna come.  I’m gonna…”

Before she has even finished contracting, I slide my fingers free before filling her with my cock.  A guttural sigh escapes my body as she clutches me deep inside of her.

“Wrap your legs around me, baby.”  She immediately does as I ask.  “Hold on tight, because this is going to be hard,” I growl.  She plasters her body to mine, with her arms tight around my neck and her tits flush against my chest.  I brace one hand on the wall beside her head, and hold her ass with my other one, before I begin thrusting inside of her hard and fast.  The sounds of our fucking fills the room.  The slap of my balls against her ass, her whimpers, my groans, the scent of our arousal.

“Deeper, baby,” she moans.  I swivel my hips to hit the bundle of nerves inside of her and her breathing hitches.

Yeah, that’s right.

“Love your pussy, Makenna,” I rasp.  “You like taking my cock?”

“God,
yes
,” she hisses, as I slam deep.

My eyes find her tits and I marvel at the way they bounce each time my body collides with hers.

“Prettiest tits I’ve ever seen,” I tell her.  “Loosen up a bit, baby,” I tell her.  She relaxes her hold on me and I shift back, so I watch my cock slide through her folds.  Not being able to get a good view is pissing me off, so I walk across the room with her still on my cock.  Stopping in front of the mirrors, I lift her off and turn her around.

“Watch,” I command.

I sink inside her from behind, clenching my jaw to tame the animal instinct I feel that is driving me toward taking her harder than ever before.  Instead, I pull out slowly before slamming back inside quickly.  Over and over. Driving us both to the brink of abandon.  Her whimpers fill my ears, my balls slap her clit, her ass jiggles in a way that makes me want to turn it pink with my palm. 

As her pussy clamps down on me and she lets out a hoarse cry, I grip her shoulders and fuck her hard and fast, prolonging her orgasm and chasing my own.  My movements become jagged and my breathing shallow as a grunt escapes my lips.  I know I’m at the point of no return, so I pull my shaft from her body and wrap my hand around it, jerking back and forth as my come spurts over her ass cheeks. 

“That was… wow,” she breathes.

“Tell me about it,” I say with a chuckle, wiping the sweat from my brow.  She is still leaning over the counter, my come on her ass, her cheeks tinted rose from our fucking. 

“Stay there,” I murmur as I begin to rub my release into her creamy skin.  I don’t know why I feel the need to do it.  It certainly isn’t something I’ve ever done before, but Makenna brings out traits in me I didn’t know I possessed.  I want to claim her as my own, but I can’t.  Not yet.  Not until my divorce is official.  So for now, I settle for marking her with my fluid.

***

“I better get going,” Makenna says, and I detect a sliver of disappointment in her tone.

“Work tomorrow?” I ask, wishing she could stay for another juice.  Not only is sex with her fucking incredible, but I also really enjoy her company.

“Yes, I’ve got an early start.”

“Come on then, I’ll have my driver take you home.”

“Thanks, Benny,” she says softly.  We finish the remainder of juices and walk out to where Frederick is parked at the curb. 

As we drive the short distance to her apartment, I hold her hand in mine, gently stroking her fingers with my thumb.

“How old are you anyway, Mr. Duncan?” she asks in a playful tone.

“How old do you think?” I quirk a brow at her.

“Well, you’ve got the stamina of an eighteen-year-old,” she replies, tapping her chin.

I grin, wondering what she is going to say next.

“But, your looks have me thinking you’re in your forties,” she jokes.

“I’ll have you know these lines right here,” I say pointing to my forehead, “Are wisdom indentations.”

She bursts out laughing and I can’t help but join her.  As Frederick brings the car to a stop, she looks over at me intently. 

“Thirty-one,” she guesses.

“Close.  Thirty-three,” I admit.  “What about you?” I ask.  If I had to guess, I’d say she’s in her late twenties, but with women these days, you never really can tell.

“I’m still a baby, baby,” she teases.  “I’m not even thirty yet.”  She smacks a kiss on my lips and before she can pull away, I thread my fingers through her hair and hold her to me so I can thrust my tongue into her mouth.

“See you later,” I whisper huskily when I pull back.

She licks her lips, as if in an effort to taste me there.  “See you.”  With one final, quick kiss, she exits the vehicle.  I make Frederick wait until she is safely inside the building before letting him drive off.  Hopefully, Regina is in bed already so I don’t have to spend another night of listening to her asinine reasons for wanting a child.

The instant I walk in the door, I wish I had asked Makenna to let me stay the night.  Regina is waiting up for me, a glass of wine held loosely in her hand, a scowl planted firmly on her lips.

“Seriously, Benjamin, why on earth you insist on attending the gym every single night is beyond me.  It isn’t the behavior of a man who has a loving wife at home.”

I ignore her comment and grab myself a bottle of water from the fridge.  Popping the cap, I down half of it in one swallow.

“Where are you going?” she cries, exasperated as I walk out of the kitchen.

“Shower,” I mutter.

I take the stairs two at a time in an effort to distance myself from Regina as quickly as possible.  I spend as long as I can under the stream of the hot water, before I head back downstairs to fix my dinner.  Hopefully Regina has passed out already.

“About time,” she snaps.

“What do you want, Regina?” I ask in a weary voice.  I pull my dinner from the warmer and shovel some food into my mouth.

Coming up beside me, she places a rigid hand on my chest and I immediately flinch.

“It’s been so long since we made love, Benny.  Remember how you used to love it when I’d let you penetrate me from behind,” she whispers.  Even her most seductive voice does nothing for me, except cause a shiver of revulsion to travel down my spine.

“Not going to happen, Regina,” I say, moving her hand off me.

“I know you want it, Benny.  You want me,” she purrs, going in to grab a handful of my flaccid cock.

“Go to bed, Regina.”  I leave her standing there with a pout as I walk out of the kitchen.

“I’ll suck it,” she yells out desperately. 

Shaking my head, I continue down the hall until I reach my office.  I make sure to lock the door behind me in case Regina thinks to keep trying her shit, and then I pour myself a whiskey from the decanter on the side table.

Sex with Regina was always regimented.  Even from the beginning, there was never a time when we got carried away, lost in the moment.  According to her, sex should only happen at nighttime, on a bed, with the lights out, after we had both showered.  She would lay a towel down on the bed to save the sheets from any bodily fluids, and then she would lie on her back and let me fuck her.  Afterward, we had another shower – separately, of course, before we could climb under the covers and go to sleep.

Regina never would have gone to sleep slick with sweat from our lovemaking.  She would never have let me wake her up in the middle of the night by sinking inside of her.  She would never have let me fuck her in the change room of a gym. 

Oral sex was also a no-go.  Regina always said it was unhygienic and unnecessary.  To her, passionate kissing was foreplay, and if I were lucky, she would let me palm her tit for a few minutes.

It wasn’t satisfying, not in the least, but it was a means to an end, and kept everyone around me off my case.

Now I’ve experienced sex with Makenna, the passion, the raw animal magnetism, the freedom of letting go and fucking each other stupid.  That feeling of coming hard, in a way that consumes your entire body.  Regina and her regimented fucking is not something I want to revisit. 

Without even realizing it, Makenna has allowed me to become the man I was growing into before I was forced to marry Regina, a man I had to bury because he didn’t fit in with
her
plans.  Now that man has clawed his way out, and I refuse to tramp him down again.