Page 46 of Room Service
I become a little braver and reach one hand up, letting it rest on his cheek as I tell him, “I like you too,” and place a quick kiss on his lips. It’s the first time I’ve initiated things between us, because it’s always been his call and I’ve gone to him, and it seems to spark something inside of him as he lifts me from the seat and turns me around, sitting me back down on the desk and nestling himself between my thighs. His lips devour mine, making my head spin. And then, my phone starts ringing in his hand, abruptly stopping all kissing.
He holds it up as we both look at the screen, and I see that it’s Derrick calling. “He always did know how to kill a beautiful moment,” I comment without thinking, and Dorien barks out a laugh.
“He’s not going to kill this moment,” he tells me as he passes me the phone and says, “Answer it.”
“What? No.”
“Be a good girl, Elise, and answer the fucking phone and put it on speaker,” he demands, and as I gulp, my finger accepts the call and clicks the speaker on.
“Elise?” Derrick’s voice comes through the line, and I grimace, but Dorien indicates for me to keep my eyes on him, and I find the strength to speak.
“Yes, Derrick?” I reply, as Dorien moves his fingers to the insides of my thighs and runs them up and down slowly, softly.
“Why the fuck haven’t you been answering my calls?” I see Dorien’s jaw clench at how Derrick speaks to me, and I quickly answer.
“I’ve been ill.”
“What do you mean you’ve been ill?”
“Well, what do you think it means when someone says they’ve been ill, Derrick?” I can’t help the sark in my voice, and it earns me a smirk from Dorien, who start to move his fingers over my knickers, feeling how wet I am for him already.
“Don’t get fucking smart with me, Elise. You need to stop being a baby and come home,” he barks down the phone, but I’m too focused on Dorien crouching before me to really give a damn. I watch as he pushes my legs apart further and pulls my knickers to the side, giving me a wicked smile as he does, before his tongue flicks out and connects with my clit. I stifle the moan that wants to rip free from my throat when he repeats the action over and over.
“Elsie, do you hear me? You’re my wife, for fuck’s sake,” Derrick says, but I can’t form any words as Dorien sucks my clit into his mouth, one of his fingers entering me at the same time.
“Oh shit,” I say on a breath before I can stop myself.
“Elise? What’s going on?” Derrick says through the phone, but I drop it on the desk and throw my head back as Dorien adds another finger. “ELISE! ANSWER ME!”
“Yesssss,” I whisper, my breaths coming more rapidly as my orgasm gains speed.
“Yes? Yes what? Yes you’re coming home?” Derrick questions as Dorien sucks my clit harder, swirling his tongue around at the same time.
“Oh god…” One of my hands flies up to cover my mouth as I combust on the desk, using all of my self-control to not fucking scream.
“Elise, this isn’t funny… what the fuck?” Derrick rages, and I reach for the phone, ready to cut him off and compose myself before starting work, but before I can do anything, Dorien grabs it and starts to speak.
“I would appreciate if you didn’t bother my staff when they’re at work,” he says, not even introducing himself.
“Who the fuck are you?” Derrick spits, and I can imagine he’s red in the face right about now.
“It doesn’t matter who I am, just watch your step.” And then he ends the call, leaving me open-mouthed. “Problem?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow. My phone starts to ring again, but he abandons it on the desk, his attention solely on me.
“You have no idea what kind of grief I’m going to get now you’ve done that,” I admit, biting my bottom lip.
“You’re not going to get any grief.”
“You don’t know Derrick,” I say with a roll of my eyes. He’s made my life difficult from day one, he’s not about to stop now.
“He’s nothing but a fucking weasel, Elise, and I won’t have him bothering you at work.”
“Just at work?” I ask shyly, keen to see what he says.
“Dinner, tonight, my penthouse, seven o’clock, no excuses,” he says, and then he leans down and kisses my neck, leaving a trail as he comes back to my mouth and places a soft kiss before saying, “Deal?”
And it must be the post orgasmic high that has me forgetting all of my problems and saying “deal.” Either that or I really have lost my fucking mind.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
