Chapter 21
21
BENNETT
S ince I have a few things to take care of now that I have a new title attached to my head, I decide to go back to my office instead of calling it a day like everyone else that is currently leaving the conference room.
Because I’m still surrounded by my colleagues, a few all looking like they want to throw a tantrum at the fact that I’m now their boss, I decide to keep my celebrations within myself until I reach my office.
I do let a smile slip when Peter, storms past me as if his ass where on fire and needs to go find a hose to put it out. Newsflash, he won’t find one. That fire is going to be lit until I fucking die.
“I need to get out of this monkey suit,” Elliot announce as him, Henry, Ella and I approach the elevator.
“You three head home. I have a few things to take car of, I’ll call the car when when I’m ready,” I say to the three of them as we get into the elevator and push the buttons for my floor and the lobby.
Both Henry and Elliot nod, but Ella doesn’t say anything. She just looks at me with those eyes of hers that make me want to dive into her head and see what she is thinking.
When elevator arrives on my floor, that’s when she speaks.
“I’ll stay if that’s okay.”
Something is on her mind and wants to talk about it. That much I know for sure. I may have only known this woman for a few weeks, but I’m already learning all her tells. Like the way she plays with her fingers when she’s nervous, or how she stutters when she is lying.
This morning was a prime example of that. Not only did she stutter she also slammed closed her laptop as if she didn’t want to get caught doing something. My new bride is hiding something, I just don’t know what.
I through her a nod. “More than okay.”
She gives me a smile and makes her way out of the elevator with me following closely behind her.
Part of me hopes that she is staying to tell me what she is hiding, but given what just happened in the broad meeting, she may have questions, and I’m more than willing to answer them.
The second both of us are in the safety of my office, I close the door behind us and lock it.
I don’t need anyone barging in and hearing our conversation.
As soon as the door is closed, that when fully hits me.
I’m officially the CEO of Lane Enterprises.
All my damn work has finally paid off. I can’t express how fucking good it feels. For the first time in a long time, I feel this joy inside of me that I can’t explain.
Apparently Ella is feeling the same way, because the smile that is currently on her face its so bright, it could light up the whole damn building.
Her smile is so infectious, that I want to take out my phone and take a picture just so I can look at it whenever I want and remember this moment.
“Why didn’t you tell me about your mother’s board seat?” She asks, her smile still big and bright.
A part of me thinks I’m curating my wife beyond repair but given her smile, she’s more than okay with that.
I send a shrug her way and get rid of my suit jacket. “I didn’t think that I was going to need it, but when you told me that the vote was going to be tied, I pulled it out. It was a hail marry that I had just in case shit went south.”
When I first read my parents will at eighteen, I never thought that the fact that my mother leaving her voting seat to her future daughter-in-law would have been beneficial to me. Especially since in my search for my brother, a Mexican wedding certificate popped up. One that was dated a few months before Elliot was born.
I knew it was legit because the same name that was in the marriage certificate, was on all the kids’ birth certificate. Marisela Serrano.
In my head, if Robert came back then the seat would go to her and that would be the end of it.
That is until I looked into it last week. I had my suspicions that Peter was going to flip someone to his side and take a vote from me. So I went back to my mother’s will and I asked a lawyer for some advice.
As it turns out, since my brother can’t be found and we don’t have proof that he is dead or alive, and the same could be said about his wife, the seat would fall to my wife.
And thank fuck it did.
Without, Ella, I wouldn’t have been able to get what I wanted. She doesn’t know this, but I will be forever in her debt.
“Were you ever going to tell me about that small little detail?” Her smile disappears and by the way she bites down on her lips, I know what she is truly asking. If I going to keep secrets from her.
There are a few things that I will keep from her, but this was not one of them.
I roll up my sleeves and close the distance between us.
“Yes,” I answer truthfully. “I was going to tell you. It’s part of my wedding gift.”
“How romantic. A closet full of clothes and a board seat at your company. What more can a girl ask for.” Her sarcasm bleeds through and I can’t help but to smile down at her.
“She can ask for a lot of things and since she helped get what I wanted, she would get it.”
A small blush creeps up her neck. I wonder if other parts of her look pretty in that shade of pink.
“You would have figured out a way to get it done. You didn’t need me.” I don’t now if she notices but her body comes closer to mine when she speaks.
It’s because of the closeness that I let myself do what I’ve wanted since my lips met hers on our wedding day and since my finger glided against her skin in the conference room. Touch her.
I place man hand under her chin to make her look up at me and surprisingly she leans into my touch, bringing her mouth all that much closer. It’s unknowingly but she still does it.
“No, I did need you. There’s reason why your resume landed in front of me. It was the universe’s way of telling me that you needed to be in life otherwise I wasn’t going to get what I wanted.”
Ella lets out a small snort all the while her eyes gleam in excitement. “Now that you got it what you wanted, are you going to be thanking the universe?”
Her hand lands against the arm that is still under her chin. I think for a second that she is going to push me away, but no. She wraps her hand around my forearm and holds me in place.
A smirk from on my face. “I think I’ll do more than just thank the universe.”
“Oh? And what more would that be?”
“Thanking my wife.”
Her eyes fall to my mouth, and when they look back they have a curiosity in them.
“And how will you thank her?” She steps even close to me, leaving maybe two inches of space between us.
My hand finally drops from under her chin and I place it against her hip. “In whatever way she pleases.”
“What if she says that you should thank her by kissing her?” the question comes out of her mouth in a whisper. As if she was scared to say it any louder in fear that I was going to deny her.
Never.
I wouldn’t have denied there the first day I met her and I’m won’t deny her now. It doesn’t matter if she’s my wife or not.
My other hand slides onto her her hip and with both hands in her, I bring her body closer to mine, leaving no room between us.
I lower my face down to hers, and taking in her scent as if this were the first time I’ve smelt her perfume. “Then I would say that her wish is my command.”
There is no hesitation. There is no thinking about my next move or that I shouldn’t be doing this.
There is nothing but me and this woman that was able to help me get something that for years I thought was going to attainable.
Just me and her and our mouth slamming together.
Much like the other two kisses that we shared, there is nothing slow or sweet about the way my mouth takes hers. Everything is hungry and desperate.
Everything is as if she is the last woman that I will ever kiss.
Everything is as if she is mine and will always be.
I’ve been fucking dying to have this woman in my hands, pressed against my body, for the second that I saw her, and now that she is, I never want to let her go.
I swipe my tongue along her bottom lip, and when she opens up, her sweetness takes over my sense of taste and smell and all I want is more of her.
A sweet moan escapes her when my hands move away from her hips and around to her ass. Another one sounds through my ears as I unwillingly pull away from her mouth and guide mine down her neck.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She breaths out, yet her body is still melting against mine.
I almost growl along her throat. “Why not?”
“Because you’re my boss.”
I pull away slightly and look down at her, the smirk from earlier intensifying. “Right now, I’m your husband, but if you want to stop, we will.”
A second goes by, then two, and I’m about to count to three when her hand goes to the back of my head and she brings my face back down to hers.
Fucking hell, this woman.
As she swipes her tongue against mine, I let my hands grab onto her ass and lift her until her legs are wrapping around my waist.
Without taking my mouth off of her, I walk us over to my desk and deposit her on the very edge.
I need more of Ella. Kissing her isn’t enough right now, and if I’m being honest with myself, now that I’m getting a full taste of her, it may never be.
Moving my hands from her ass to her thighs, I take in the small little whimpers that she lets out when my skin comes into contact with hers as I slowly push up the dress that she is wearing.
Before last week, Ella hadn’t worn a single dress to work, which I was fine with, her ass looked amazing in her slacks, but now that she has a whole closet at her disposable, I’ve been awarded with seeing her in dresses these past few days.
Everyday, I’ve pictured this very visual. Her on my desk, her skirt or dress pushed up with her legs wrapped around me, ready for me to take.
Now that visual is coming to life.
My fingers dig into the skin of her thighs, and a moan leaves Ella’s mouth that is going to be in my head for a very long time.
I need more.
So much fucking more.
Moving my hand just slightly, I let my fingers glide over the fabric of her panties. Her heat meets my fingers and I let out a groan of my own when I feel the wet sating against my finger tips.
She’s drenched for me.
“I didn’t peg you to be a satin type of girl,” I growl into her neck once I finally pull my mouth away from hers.
“I’m not. These are new. Bought them a few days ago.”
I glide my knuckle over her soaking wet, panty covered pussy, thinking if I should rip the fabric off her body to get to where I want, or slide it off her body carefully.
“Did you buy them with my credit card?” I place my mouth over the sensitive skin just under her ear.
“Does it matter?” Her voice is almost breathless and I fucking love the fact that it’s because of me.
I run my tongue from the base of her neck back to the spot under her ear. “Yes. It matters.”
A shiver runs through her body, bringing her all that more closer to me. “Why?”
I can’t help but to smirk against her skin. “Because if you bought them with your own money, I’ll slide them off you. If you bought then with mine, then I’ll rip them up and buy you a new pair.”
The sigh she release tells me everything that I need to know.
“Yes, I used your credit card.”
“Good.”
Not a second is wasted as I pull my mouth away from her neck and fall to my knees. I drag my nose along her exposed skin, taking every inch of her smell. If this is the only time I have her, then I’m going to make the most of it.
I spread her legs a bit wider, and drag her body closer to my face.
Her scent overpowers my nose just how I want it.
My let my hand glide over her pussy, touching Ella as softly as possible before I wrap my fingers around the fabric and pull.
Ella lets out a gasp and I get the feeling that she will come undone with just the simplest touch.
“I’ve been starving for you, sweet Ella. From the second that I saw you, I wanted to mark you as mine to have.”
“Bennett,” Ella breaths out but all words stop being spoken out when my tongue meets her bare pussy.
Like out kiss earlier, there is nothing sweet or slow about the way that I eat Ella’s pussy. I’m a starving man and I will not stop until the woman withering under me is satisfied and screaming out my name.
My fingers draw circles against her clit as I tease her entrance with my tongue. Her legs tighten around my head and I can’t help but to let out a hum at how good she taste.
“Oh god.”
I move my head just slightly, enough to place my mouth along her inner thigh an take a small bite of her skin. “You like your pussy played with, don’t you Elizabeth? You soaking wet for me.”
“Yes.”
I hum at her response and move my mouth to her clit where I suck on it as if it were my favorite candy.
“You’re so smooth, so wet, so fucking perfect.” My hand moves under her ass and I hold her to me.
I let my fingers tease her entrance and I’m rewarded by her legs shaking uncontrollably against my head.
“Come on my face, Elizabeth. Cover my tongue with all that you have.”
“I-.” Her words disappears from her lips and in there place comes out one of the sweetest moans that I have ever heard as she explodes into her orgasm.
For a second I get pissed off because I should have waited until I was in my new office to eat out my wife, because then every time I would see my desk I would get rewarded by this fucking gorgeous memory. If this doesn’t turn into a one time thing, I may have to recreate it on my new desk.
As Ella comes down from her high, I continue to kiss and lick at her pussy with more sweetness than before. I savor every last drop of her.
I lick up her release before kissing my way up her body. She is still fully clothed, but that doesn’t stop me from placing kisses on her as if she were completely nude. My lips travel up until they each hers and the lazy smile she gives me I picture worthy.
“That’s was one hell of a thank you,” she lets out, reaching out and running her fingers through my hair, pushing it back from where it lays against my forehead.
“It was warranted.”
Her smile starts to fide, which tells me what I just did to her is settling in and she is about to freak out. We may be married, but anything sexual was not part of the rules. We didn’t say if this was a step that we were going to take, and frankly I never really thought we would.
Yes my wife is one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She was able to take hold of my attention without even looking at me, but I thought that I would spend the next two years in fantasies of her body, not actually experiencing it.
My mind tells me to step back, but instead I grab one of her legs and wrap it around my waist and thrust my hard cock into her heat.
I don’t care that I’m fully clothes and that her pussy rubs against the fabric of my slacks. In this moment she is mine and I’m showing her just how fucking hard she gets me.
A mona falls from her lips, causing a smile to land on mine.
I lean and give her one more kiss before giving her the space that she needs.
“Wait.” She says, reaching out for me and brining me back.
Maybe I was wrong and she wasn’t starting to regret this.
She looks up me from under eye eyelashes as she toys with my belt.
“I want to say thank you too.”
Fucking hell.
If my cock wasn’t rock solid, it would be after hearing those words.
I place a finger under her chin and look into her eyes.
“You can thank me all you want,” I say, rubbing my thumb over her lips. “But not here.”
“Then where? Back home?”
I smirk down at her. “I was thinking more along the lines of our honeymoon.”
For a second, her eyes go wide with worry and surprise but it’s quickly replaced by excitement.
When this whole marriage of convince was brought up, a honeymoon was mentioned by Gerald. I didn’t put much thought into it. I just needed to get married and that was it. For me there was no need for trivial things like taking Ella away from a whole week.
But spending time with Ella outside of the office, getting to know a little better, I thought maybe it would be good idea to go somewhere touristy. Go together but still give her her own space.
I hadn’t brought it up to her yet, since it was still an idea, but now a new idea has sprung and all I need is for her to say yes and I will set it all up.
“That is if you want to go on one.” I throw out, leaving the option up to her. She may not believe this even if I tell her, but for the next two years, what she says or wants, goes. I’ll just follow along.
She wants to go to a tropical vacation, then I will take her.
She wants to go after someone that has wronged her int he past and put them in the ground, then I will either pull the trigger or hire someone else to do it.
After the two years, there is no change in hell that I will ever marry again, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t at least try and be a good husband. I may fail, and there is a chance that she will hate me as some point, for something she finds out or something I say, but fuck it.
Ella gives me an excited nod. “I want one.”
“Then let’s go home an pack.”
…
As soon as step into my bedroom, my phone starts to ring.
From what Henry told me when I got home, rumors have started to circulate about Lane Enterprises having a new CEO. Nothing has been confirmed yet, that will come in a few days, but that isn’t stopping people from trying to get in contact with me. Either to get information as to who may be Gerald’s replacement, because they are too stupid to figure, or to congratulate me.
I had turned off my phone before stepping foot in the conference room earlier today, and didn’t think about turning it on until after me and Ella were on the way home from the office.
Looking down at the screen, I expect the call to be from someone I know, but when I see the number everything in me goes cold and stop dead on my tracks.
It’s a number that I don’t have saved, but it’s one that I’ve memorized.
The Florida number that came up a few weeks ago in my search for Robert.
This has to be a fucking joke.
Someone had to have planted the number for me to find and is now deciding to play a sick prank on me.
But what if it’s not a joke?
One way to find out.
Before answering, I look over my shoulder and find Ella instantly.
When we got to the house, excitement rolled through her about going on our honeymoon. She told me on the drive here that she has never gone on a vacation that wasn’t within driving distance, so as soon as we told Henry about the trip and got everything with the kids situated, she ran up stairs and started pulling outfits.
She’s been at it for a good hour, throwing things around, trying to find the perfect thing. I haven’t even told her where are going but she doesn’t care.
With her preoccupied, I close the door separating my room from the bathroom and answer the call.
A shiver runs through my body as I bring up the phone to my ear.
I answer with a bite. “Who is?”
I can hear movement an people talking on the other side, but for a solid minute nobody speaks directly into the phone.
“How did you get this number?”
No answer, and thirty second the line goes dead.
I don’t hesitate calling right back but it goes to a generic voicemail. Nothing identifiable about it.
I try one more time, but get the same result.
Anger rolls through my body, and the urge to throw my phone across the room and let it shatter is strong, but I keep myself together enough to dial a different number.
“Shouldn’t you be in martial bliss with your new wife?” Dante’s voice sounds through. From the music in the background, I know he’s at Perversa.
“I’m going to send you a number and I need to know everything that is tied to it.”
Right away, Dante is on alert. “Does this have to do with Hill?”
I fucking hope not. “No.”
“Your wife?”
“My brother.”
The silence is deafening, as if the fact that this is tied to Robert shocked Dante as much as it shocked me.
“Send it over to me, but I’m also calling in a favor.”
“What would that be?”
“Are you CEO?”
“Yes.”
“Good, because it has to do with my famiglia .”
He’s not talking about him and his wife or even any cousins or uncles that he may have left. He’s talking about his other family.
The mafia.
“Whatever you want. Just get this done.”
“I’m on it.”