“Strutting around here with no panties will have you splayed out on that desk.” I tugged harder, loosening the tie before unbuttoning my shirt. The next thing I see is her dainty fingers flicking her cheekster underwear towards the window that covered the wall. “I’m telling you, be careful, Chelle.” Hard chortles filled my office between Michelle Davenport and me. She stopped by to drop off lunch, which was unusual since I never allowed women I was boning to pop up in my workspace. Those who choose to go against the grain were halted by security downstairs before ever stepping foot onto the 42nd-floor into the entrance of Bennett & Associates at Law. 

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The highrise building consisted of many different businesses. Still, starting on the fifth floor, no access was allowed unless you were cleared via your access card or security, who went through extra lengths of keeping the building secure. The fifth level held an entire radio station, all the subsequent levels contained companies ranging from PR firms, finance handlers, insurance, and etc. Bennett & Associates at Law was the only law firm in the entire building which spoke volumes about the man who founded the business; my father, Samuel Bennett. 

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He didn’t always have it all together. Truth be told, when I was growing up, my family struggled financially. My mother was eighteen, in college, and my dad didn’t stop his schooling either. We lived with my dad’s mother and father until both of my parents finished college. I remember one day, my dad argued with my grandfather about being ready to move his family out, but gramps wasn’t hearing it. Grandad asserted that it was best not only for my dad to graduate from law school but that he should confirm with my mom that she was mentally prepared for them to be on their own. I could almost imagine his voice as strong as it was years ago, “Keep saving money for your family, Sam. There’s no reason to be running out into the real world, son. I could agree if you and Belinda didn’t go and have two more kids after Bastien, but that’s where we are. You have six months until graduating from law school. When you do that and pass the bar exam, then you can figure it out. You married folks think life is easy, but this is just the beginning. Marriage and problems are forever, so let me keep giving you guys a head start in the right direction. Your mama and I won’t be alive forever, Samuel.” 

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My grandparents provided the foundation that allowed our family to be stable by the time I hit my preteen ages. I don’t remember much about my little brother Sean coming into the world since we’re only two years apart. Although, I clearly recall Benji coming along when I was about six years old, and boy was that a transition into the real world.

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"Mmm, Sebastien. M. Bennett." Chelle purred, enunciating every syllable in my name. She planted her hands flat on the surface and continued bending over my desk further and further until every inch of her body and kinky curly hair rested comfortably.

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No longer did the dress conceal her full bottom but instead rested on her back. Not soon enough, I cupped her ass cheeks, spreading them apart. My slacks had already hit the floor, and I was wholly sheathed, so sliding into a whirlwind of lust courtesy of Chelle was nothing.

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Not even four strokes in, Chelle started panting and throwing it back as if her life depended on it. She was no lazy lover by a long shot. She put in work just as much as I did. I pulled the ends of the curly ‘fro that she rocked to perfection, watching each loose strand that was out of my reach bounce along the arch of her back, and that curve in her spine blew my mind. 

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She wasn’t a woman I planned to marry. I mean, Chelle was beautiful, could provide for herself, and her career as a journalist surpassed her peers. Several news outlets wanted her, and the offerings to have her weren’t slowing down. But Chelle was charting her own path with a journalistic career that allowed her to have a healthy personal and professional balance. How could I be mad at that? Too bad, I couldn’t provide her the long-term personal happiness that she was looking for. Chelle has never made it a secret that her end goal was to be a wife and mother, so she completely understood that what we had was on a timer. My workdays did not include a social life. I made it happen occasionally, but I felt no need to change too much since I was happily single. Chelle never made a big deal when I canceled dates, nor did she go on a rant. This was the main reason I kept her around, she understood the dynamics of what we had and didn’t expect anything more. 

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Ragged breaths lingered with perspiration filling the table. Chelle’s fingers gripped the edge for support, but then those moans got louder. My office was secluded from the other partnering attorneys, so I assumed no one could hear. But just in case, my palms hovered over her mouth, turning me on furthermore. The low inaudible grunts escaped my airway until I could feel the involuntary muscle contractions from Chelle's cove. I followed almost immediately, and seconds after I went over the edge, knocks filled the door.

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I pulled out swiftly, maneuvering to the bathroom that was located inside my office. I requested one after we had plumbing issues in the beginning when we first moved into this location. The knock sounded harder and longer this time. “You can clean yourself up, I have washcloths and extra toiletries in the closet near the toilet.”

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I finished cleaning myself with the soapy cloth and adjusted my pants and shirt while pulling the bathroom door shut. I strolled to answer the persistent knocking but was too late since the intruder barged in anyway. I looked up to the giant who stood four inches taller than me. At 6’3, I wasn’t a little dude, but no matter how old or big I got, my dad still seemed to be that man; tall, authoritative, and commanding. Whereas my brother Sean took after him in the looks department, I’d inherited most of his mannerisms… good and bad.

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“Smells like sex in this room. Which is odd considering the size of this suite.” My dad kept rambling on and observing the area. I leaned against the built-in bookshelf, waiting. “Smeared handprints are all over the glass desk. And they’re too small to be yours.” His buff body settled into the black lounge, “is she still here?”

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He walks in, interrogates me, and finds evidence to support his claim against the crime I so called committed in my own office. In that second, I realized just how irritating I probably came across to my non-lawyer friends and family. Witnessing my dad in action was a clear indicator of how I presented myself to others. You know the whole apple doesn’t fall far from the tree thing?

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Instead of confessing, I sat behind the desk, propping up my elbows. “Mr. Bennett, sir, or if you don’t mind me summoning you by your informal moniker, Dad. It wasn’t too long ago that I came into your office, and your garments were quite disheveled as I happened to stumble over my mother's belongings. Not to mention the Harry Winston earrings that I bought her were on the floor in the corner panel of the window.” I reflected for a second considering how far I would carry on with the man who put me on this earth. “Is there anything of real value that you need to discuss with me, sir?”

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My dad smiled in a teasing manner, being silly as he always was outside of the courtroom. As a man he’s always possessed a ton of personality, as an attorney, he smoothed it out by adding a dose of sarcasm. Many referenced me in the same manner, except I was a bit more serious and people didn’t know how to perceive me. Good.

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“I’m married, Sebastien. I can make love to my woman wherever I please. And to be honest, that wasn’t a social call when she arrived at my office. She had done some incriminating things that I had to address. So, I taught her a lesson.” He had the nerve to smile after saying those unsavory things about my mother.

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I stood quickly from my chair. “Dad, you gotta go. You will not do this to me today. I care about none of your sexual acts with my mother.” He followed me to the door and excused himself out, tittering down the hallway. “My firstborn, I love you. Instead of you having meaningless sex in your office with god knows who, you need to be thinking about settling down and bringing your mother and me some grandchildren.” He finished his statement and disappeared from my office as quickly as he appeared.

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The only thing I could do was hope that Chelle didn’t get any ideas of being the one I settled down with. I know she was probably listening to my dad as she was in the bathroom washing away the evidence of our afternoon quickie. Shit, I needed to get a better lock on my office door.