Page 24 of Crude Heir

Dear lord, I may have melted inside.

His hands sweep over my hips, the heat of his palms covering my ass. The tips of his fingers tracing the curve at the bottom. It’s an odd sensation, having him do that. His grip tightens and he moves up, bringing my dress with him.

Cool air whispers higher on my legs. I should stop this, but my nipples pucker the moment the denim of his jeans brushes the inside of my thighs. His fingers return to run along the back of my legs. The pad of his thumb follows the edge of my panties, dipping under the elastic.

My pulse throbs at my core, my pussy wet, waiting for him to make the next move. My breasts ache, demanding something I can’t put into words. All I know is that it’s more, but more of what?

I press my chest to his, needing the pressure against my nipples. My breath hitches, intoxicated by his touch, the heat of his body next to mine. This is far beyond anything I could have imagined when I was touching myself last night. Infinitely better.

Derrick brings a hand up to cup my breast, his lips leave mine, and it’s like losing a lifeline. He moves to my neck, nuzzling the spot under my jaw. I’d swear the wall covered in mini blinds blurred.

He finds the bikini underwear I have on. The pad of his thumb following the elastic along the front of my body until he’s at the juncture of my legs. I widen my stance, welcoming the caress. His fingers are at either side of me, with the lightest of pressure in between, making me gasp.

It might be a groan he lets out as he licks the skin below my ear. That section of the panel on my panties has to be drenched the way my pulse is pounding at my core.

He slips under the material, caressing me, teasing my clit. My breath hitches. He stretches, learning every sensitive spot along my pussy, then curls his fingers on the way back. The sound ofhim moving through my wetness should make my cheeks burn, but I’m well beyond that.

He’s at my clit, circling the nub, quickening his pace. My nails are digging into his shirt as my breath stutters through my lips. It’s not much longer before the pressure breaks inside me. My back arches, tremors taking over my body. I press my eyes closed, savoring the sensations assaulting my senses.

I’m weak, slumping back against the desk. I open my eyes to find Derrick watching me. A frown on his face as his gaze roams across my features.

Chapter 11

Derrick

What the hell is wrong with me? It’s a tried-and-true fact you shouldn’t dip your pen in company ink. I’m living proof that shit like that can come back to haunt you decades later.

Yet when her lips parted so sweetly under mine, my good sense fled. Now we’re left facing the fallout of blurred professional lines.

Nicole’s hand moves to her dress, smoothing down her skirt. She presses her thighs together, reminding me I could have been there between them right now if not for the alarm blaring in my head.

I run my hand down the back of my neck, drawing a wet trail as I pull back along my jaw. Fuck.

“What are you still doing here so late?” I demand roughly. My tone is harsh with the need to claim her warring inside me. “You should have left before the storm hit.”

She moistens her lips, making my cock twitch. “I was just finishing up reviewing some invoices I uploaded to the system,” she explains, her voice shaky.

Lies. The tension in the room thickens as our gazes lock. I know she’s not being entirely truthful, since I’ve been watching her for the past two days.

“Really, despite the fact we were about to be hit by a major storm?” I challenge, just to see what she’ll say. I can understand dedication to the job or the flat need for money. But considering her trigger, she should have gotten her ass home by now.

“I told you, we have a check run coming, and it’s a short week.” She lifts a delicate shoulder. “I didn’t want us to fall behind.”

A plausible explanation. If I hadn’t seen her through her webcam—she wasn’t preparing any check run.

The big question is still up in the air; is she embroiled in stealing money from the company, or is there something I’m missing?

I decide to confront her, to test her and see how she reacts. “So, were you actually working on the invoices last night?” I cross my arms over my chest.

She hesitates, her composure faltering for a moment. “I was reviewing invoices, going over costs.”

“But not preparing for today’s check run, like you said you would.” It’s a statement, and she knows it.

I fix her with an expectant look. Her cheeks grow rosy as she grasps she’s caught in the lie. “No,” she admits with a defeated exhale. “I used the time to review past invoices.”

Well, that’s better than I expected. Still, it doesn’t give me an explanation. Although, having worked with an accountant… I ask her point-blank, “What did you find?”

Her eyes open wide, and she cocks her head. “You know,”she whispers incredulously.

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