After the Internship: A Novella (The Intern #4) by Brooke Cumberland

pulling her jacket down her shoulders. She continues stroking her tongue with mine as we fight to get her shirt off next.
    “ Strip,” she says, taking me off guard. She begins taking her shoes and jeans off. She points a finger up and down my body. “Strip, mister. I’m not going to be the only one naked.”
    A smile spreads widely across my face, as I happily oblige. “Someone’s in a hurry.”
    I watch as she pulls her panties down to the floor and unhooks her bra. “My body’s missed you. It’s not in a very patient mood right now.” Her voice is laced with seduction, grabbing my cock’s attention instantly.
    As soon as I ’m finished tearing everything off, I grab her around the waist and immediately guide her body to mine.
    “ I like the way you think,” I growl, setting her up on the kitchen table. “Patience was never a good quality of mine anyway.”
    She laughs, tilting her head back. “That’s an understatement.” My lips find her neck, immediately drawn to her blistering skin. Her body is on fire, her nails clawing at me to get inside her.
    “ So anxious…”
    She begins stroking my cock as my lips surrender to the skin just below her collarbone. I moan against her flesh, loving the way her hands work me. She ’s aggressive in her touch, but not to the point where it’s too much—it’s fucking perfect.
    “ Mm…” I hear a throaty moan release from her lips.
    “ Lean back,” I order, standing up. With her ass on the table and legs around my waist, I release one of her legs and push it back toward her face. “Let’s see how stretched out for me you are.” I grin widely, knowing she’s always stretched out for me.
    “ Like you need to doubt me,” she mocks, stretching her leg higher. I grip my cock in one hand as I hold her thigh up with the other. I rub against her slit torturously, making sure she’s wet and ready.
    “ Fuck, you’re wet.” I push in slightly, just enough to make her back arch in anticipation. The tight sensation is almost too much, but god, it’s amazing.
    “ Ah, god…” Her head falls back as she tries to reach anything to grip.
    I push all the way in, letting her body get used to it before thrusting against her. She relaxes, taking everything in easily.
    “ Jesus Christ,” I growl, clenching my eyes closed. My body heats—overwhelming love and anticipation taking over. I pull out before driving back in harder and deeper, nearly taking her over the edge. Her fingers claw at my arms, grasping for any kind of support. I lean down, allowing her to hold me as her body clenches around me. “Yes, baby…let go,” I demand.
    Her eyes pop open on command, but rather than overwhelming euphoria as expected, I see fear .
    “ Stop!” she shouts. “Please, stop.” Her body goes rigid, pushing me away and finding her footing.
    “ W-What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you all right?” I spit out frantically. I have no idea what I did, but she’s completely panicking. She climbs off the table and begins grabbing her clothes off the floor, covering herself up. “Ceci, talk to me.” I grab my briefs and slip them on quick.
    “ I-I can’t…I just need a moment, please.” She begins sobbing, something I haven’t seen her do in years.
    “ Ceci, you’re killing me…” I try to grab her, but she races down the hallway, closing the bedroom door behind her.
    Shit.

 
    Chapter Thirteen
    Cecilia
     
    Time to take action
    I DON’T EVEN know what happened, or how. Bentley and I have been together several times in the past two weeks, but suddenly, tonight something changed.
    I love when Bentley is spontaneous and just picks me up and sets me anywhere when he has that wanton need and desire to have me. I live for moments like that with him, so when flashes started spiraling into my mind of him and Hannah, I couldn ’t take it anymore. I felt physical pain as my mind replayed the dream, making me feel ill at the image.
    I don ’t know why my mind is trying to