“You had a
plan when you walked into my office five minutes ago. What was it?” He gripped
the edge of the armrest with both hands, crossing his legs at his ankles. The
tiny flame in my chest grew bigger and spread down to my core.
“I had no
plan.” I admitted because the extent of my thoughts when he texted was to come
in here and have sex. All I could think of was touching him and feeling his
weight on me again. But now I was a little pissed. He could’ve been more
explicit. Like, hey, I’m just here to work, bring me the report. No sex. Get
your mind out of the gutter. He could also wipe that knowing smile off his
face. “What makes you think I had a plan?” I crossed my arms over my chest to
cover my hardened nipples.
He rubbed
the side of his face. “The thigh-high stockings. You know how they drive me
wild. Even if I can’t see them, I know that’s the only kind you own.”
If that was
true, why was he still five feet away from me? Why had he not ripped my clothes
off already and had his way with me on the couch?
“I have a
meeting to go to.” I bolted to the door. Before I could open it, his large hand
pressed against it, effectively blocking me from leaving.
“I don’t
think so.” His voice was deep and so full of meaning. He walked me back to the living
area until my butt hit the back of the sofa. “You had a plan. Show me.” He
gripped my waist and shifted so he was the one caged in.
I could
go, or I could stay and get what I came here for. I slipped my hands inside his
suit jacket and pushed it off his shoulders. His dark gaze stayed on me as I
removed his dress shirt. A low moan like a hiss escaped his lips when I ran my
hands down his muscled chest. His pecs were harder than I remembered. It seemed
Derek’s hard body was directly proportional to the amount of stress he had at
work. The more they pinned on him, the more time he spent in his boxing ring.
These past three weeks must have been hell for him.
“Now you.” His voice sounded strained.
Self-control
was Derek’s superpower. I gave up all pretenses and removed my blazer and silky
top quickly. My skin felt hot from needing him so much. His lips parted when I
finally let my skirt pool at my feet.
He cradled
my face and kissed me hard. “Fuck. Valentina. You came to work wearing that
underneath?” His mouth was warm, and he tasted of cinnamon gum. I melted into
him, fumbling with his belt.
“The door.”
I panted in between kisses.
“I locked
it.” He gripped my ass and wrapped my legs around his waist as he strode around
the sofa and sat with me straddling him. “Valentina. How do you do it? How do
you make me forget about everything?” He freed me from my bra and sucked on my
aching nipples, switching back and forth until I couldn’t wait anymore.
“I need you
now,” I whispered in his ear.
I didn’t
care that my voice was laced with desperate desire. He cupped my butt cheeks
and lifted me enough to give him room to lie flat on the cushions with his head
on the decorative pillow. My thighs rubbed his sides as I rested on top of him,
topless and without a clue what to do next.
My
confusion must have registered on my face because he placed both hands behind
his head and grinned at me. His biceps bulged on either side of him.
“Your
show.”
“What?”
He bucked
under me to get comfortable, as if he were getting ready to watch a movie or
something. The grin that twitched his lip was both infuriating and such a
turn-on.
“You want
me inside you. Do it.”
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