Page 24 of Surprise Baby for the Enemy

“So you went after me instead, because I was the easier target,” I accuse. “Wow, very impressive.”

His knuckles are white on the steering wheel now. Good to know I can get under his skin as much as he gets under mine. Unfortunately, he apparently decides I’m not worth the breath of his words anymore, because he doesn’t bother asking me any more questions.

I don’t realize until we turn into a gated community that Derrick isn’t actually taking me to the police station.

He’s falsely arrested me, and now he’s taking me to hishouse.

“What the fuck are we doing here, Derrick?” I ask.

He doesn’t bother looking back at me. “Something long overdue.”

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Derrick’s new neighborhood is more old-fashioned than the one before. The houses are all white Neoclassicals with wraparound porches, sprawling lawns, and a million windows. The garage door opens and once again, that gorgeous old Corvette is sitting there. Does he even drive the thing or does he just sit in it and mope about his life?

In complete contrast to the reality of the situation, Derrick’s monstrous dogs lookthrilledto see us. Their tails wag and their tongues loll as Derrick hauls me through the house. At first, it looks like he’s going to plant us in the living room. Maybe he’lltie me to a chair and threaten me with dog-based torture until I give up all my most embarrassing childhood secrets. At the last minute, though, he seems to change his mind, and our flight path.

He takes us to his bedroom and shuts the door, closing the dogs out.

Oh. This has suddenly taken… a turn.

The bed is at the center of my view, and it looks just as big and inviting as it did the night we almost fucked in it.

We’ve never actually fucked in a bed, I unhelpfully realize.

Was this all a ruse, an excuse to get a third shot at me? That’s pretty assumptive, considering he was the one who left me on my back with my legs parted in the first place.

I feel Derrick’s body heat at my back. His hands wrap around my wrists, loosely covering the handcuffs. His breath tickles the shell of my ear as he gently pulls me back. I have to lean into him, my arms and back against his chest- my palms on the erection in his pants.

The breath catches in my lungs. Derrick must hear it, because there’s a smile in his voice when he whispers, “No matter what you’re up to, I owe you better than what I gave you last time.” He presses his clothed dick into my hands. “If it makes you feel any better, it’s been haunting me all this time.”

Fuck him, but it does. I love the idea that he’s never stopped thinking about me, never stopped regretting walking out without fucking me the best that he could.

Does that mean I’ve got him wrapped around my finger? Or am I letting him please me too easily? Am I the one being used here?

I don’t care. It’s stupid, but I don’t care. I’m already wet, and he’s already hard, and there’s a bed feet away from us.

My hands cup his erection andsqueeze. He hisses in my ear and buries his face in my hair to muffle the sound.

I’m breathless when I say, “Prove it.”

CHAPTER 14

Raleigh

Derrick spinsme to face him, holding my gaze captive as he inserts the handcuff key into the lock behind my back and twists. I hear the click, hear the thud as the cuffs hit the floor at my feet, but they sound very far away. I don’t even care that they’re gone, because Derrick’s electric blue eyes are inches away, and I’ve seen them just like this in my dreams, and I desperately, desperately want him to close this distance-

He does. Oh, hedoes. Derrick’s mouth crashes into mine. I throw my arms around his neck, and his palms press flat against my back. He licks the top of my mouth, grazes my lower lip with his teeth. We stumble backward until my calves hit the bed and I let myself fall with him on top of me. We grind together as best we can with all our clothes on, and it feels so teasingly good, but neither of us will be satisfied until we’re naked and he’s inside me.

God. I’ve been waiting for this heat. I’ve been craving his body. I’ve been holding my breath for three months, and finally I get to inhale again. With his weight on me, the tension in my muscles, in my spine, melts away. The boredom and the loneliness and the lack of purpose I’ve been wallowing in, eases.

Then his weight is gone, and I cry out at the loss.

“I’m doing you right this time, don’t worry,” Derrick promises, going straight for the buttons of my shorts and pulling them and my panties down in one frantic pull. His hands grip my ankles next and tug so that my legs dangle off the edge of the bed.

Without warning or hesitation, he drops to his knees and buries his face in my clit. I choke off a scream as he licks and sucks at the tender skin. He groans, like the taste of me, the heat of me, is a relief to him. Like he’s been craving my pussy as much as I’ve been craving his dick.

If he doesn’t stuff himself inside me in the next minute, I’m going to lose myfucking mind.

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