Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
He grips my hips almost painfully as he fucks me hard and fiercely. One hand lets go, and he presses it to my throat, but he doesn’t squeeze. He just holds me, watching me, and I freaking love it.
“Yes,” I whisper, holding his gaze. “Yes, Derek.”
“Fuck.” He closes his eyes, his hips jerk, and then he’s coming, and it’s really the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life—this muscular, tanned, strong man falling apart at the seams because of me.
And it sends me right over with him again.
Our chests heave, and my heart is still clamoring.
Derek pulls out of me and disposes of the condom, but he won’t look me in the eyes.
“I’m going to clean up,” I say, standing on shaking legs to gather my undies, dress, and hurry to the bathroom.
Once I’ve locked the door, I stare at myself in the mirror.
My hair is a mess. My neck and chest are flushed, and I have a hickey just above my left breast.
I’m still sopping wet, so I take my time cleaning up in the sink, then get dressed and fix my hair and makeup as best I can without any supplies.
When I walk out of the bathroom, I’m surprised to see that Derek is fully dressed, tie and all, and is jamming stuff into his briefcase with angry jerks.
“Derek?”
“I’ll be working from home for the rest of the day,” he says, his voice hard and short. “You can reach me via email.”
“Derek.”
“Have a good date tonight,” he bites out as he closes the briefcase with a hard snick and starts to walk to the door, still not looking me in the eye.
“What in the hell?” I ask out loud, but he doesn’t stop. He marches right through the outer office and out the door, letting it slam behind him. “You have got to be kidding me.”
* * * *
It was a tense afternoon. For the remaining few hours of my workday, I stayed at my desk and did my job. I forwarded emails and calls to Derek’s home office and took care of everything else to the best of my ability.
And, not once, did I try to talk about anything personal. He wouldn’t have given me the chance anyway. The three times I had to call him on the phone, he was curt and rude and didn’t even say goodbye before hanging up.
He didn’t reply to any of my emails, not even to acknowledge that he’d received them.
When the day was finally done, it was a relief to lock up and go home. If he hadn’t wanted to fuck me, he shouldn’t have. Plain and simple.
“I refuse to feel bad about it,” I grumble as I unlock my condo and step inside. “It was good sex. Like, maybe the best sex in the history of fornication. And it’s not like I forced him.”
Based on his behavior today, I fully expect to get a call from the agency telling me that I’ve been fired, which makes me sad. I like the job, and I like working for Derek. But obviously, we crossed a line that he’s not comfortable with.
I sigh and toss my handbag onto the table by the door, kick out of my shoes, and head straight for the bedroom so I can strip out of the dress and take a long, hot shower.
I’ve been sticky all afternoon.
Once I’m clean and in some comfy clothes, I order dinner from my new favorite Chinese place and shoot Andrew a quick text, letting him know that I have to cancel for tonight.
There’s no way in hell I’m going to fuck my boss and then go on a date with someone else. That’s just…no.
I want to call Derek and make him talk to me. I don’t even care that he’ll likely be grouchy and moody about it.
But that’s not going to happen, so I turn on the TV, ready to watch the latest season of the period romance show set in England a hundred years ago while I wait for my food to be delivered.
To my surprise, the call from the agency never comes.
* * * *
I don’t know how today will go. Maybe he’ll be an asshole all day. Maybe he’ll be nice.
Maybe he won’t speak to me at all.
Either way, I’m going into the office. I have a bag full of snacks because I eat when I’m nervous, and for some reason, Derek gets on my nerves. So, Twizzlers and Nerds clusters are the candy of choice today. I also decide to wear another dress—this one red—because it makes me feel more confident.
I can tell he’s already there when I arrive since the door is unlocked and the lights are on. I stow my snacks, jacket, and purse, and have just taken my seat when I get an email with a document Derek needs to sign right away.