Page 112 of Inevitable Inheritance

Derrick didn’t stop, though. He leaned his chest over her back and whispered in her ear, “What do you need, Taylor?” as his finger slid just to the side of her clit, avoiding contact and forcing a moan out of Taylor.

“You. Please, Derrick,” she whispered back, blushing a little at the neediness in her voice.

When Taylor felt the head of Derrick’s cock at her entrance, she whimpered. “Is this what you need, Tay?” he asked as he nudged inside of her just a little and then stopped.

Taylor nodded and turned her face to the side. She pushed her hips back to try and feel him again.

“Say it, Taylor,” Derrick commanded, his voice at her ear. “Tell me you want me.”

“Derrick,” she panted. “Derrick, I … I need you. Please,” she begged.

Derrick growled as he slammed inside of her, and Taylor called out at the sudden fullness. Derrick slid his hands under her chest and pulled them up together. “Put your hands on the desk,” he ordered Taylor, and she did what he asked instantly. She didn’t want anything to come in the way of her getting the release she so desperately needed.

Once Taylor was supported, Derrick put a hand in her hair and twisted her head around so he could kiss her as he repetitively slammed in to her. The pace was hurried, full of need, and it was exactly what Taylor had been looking for.

Derrick broke the rough kiss, laying his head in the nape of Taylor’s neck. “Fuck,” he muttered and slid his free hand over Taylor’s clit, rubbing fast and hard to match his thrusting rhythm. His fingers had no gentle stroke or caress to them, they were moving on Taylor hard, and the feel of him working her over and losing himself in her was sending her into a fantasy land. Taylor curled her fingers against the wood of the desk, losing her breath and ready for the burning to turn into an explosion.

Derrick tugged her head back again and sucked on her neck, and Taylor’s arms collapsed as another orgasm washed over her.

“Taylor,” Derrick grunted as his rhythm turned frenzied, his breathing loud and fast. Suddenly he pulled Taylor’s hips into his and shook with his own release, collapsing onto Taylor on the desk.

They lay together for just a few moments before Derrick lifted himself, and Taylor was grateful because she could barely breathe with his weight on top of her. She heard his zipper, and then Derrick pulled her back and into his lap as he sat in the desk chair for them to recover.

“Why in the hell would you hold all ofthatback?” Taylor asked, still panting as she sat with her back to Derrick’s chest.

“I was worried it would be too much too soon,” Derrick said between breaths.

Taylor nodded. “Because I’m too fragile?” she asked, no longer angry like she was before but more to prove her point.

Derrick spun Taylor in his lap so she could see him. “I’m sorry,” he said as his chocolate stare met hers. “You’re right. I was treating you like you were delicate, like you couldn’t handle any of this.” His gaze darted around as he searched for what to say next, and then his eyes landed back on hers. “I hurt you, and you pushed me out. I earned it, but I put a lot on you, and it broke your trust in me. I don’t want to do anything to shake what we have built up now.”

Taylor pursed her lips at him, “I need to know you believe I can really handle all this. And not just the business either, but all the shit that comes with our life. I get that we live in the public eye, and there is stuff that goes along with that, which I can’t control. You can’t control it either, though, and I need you to stop trying to shield me from it all.”

“I do know you can handle it. You are so strong, Taylor, but—”

Taylor put a finger over his lips. “No buts,” she said sternly.

Derrick kissed her finger and took it down. “Just one but,” he said smiling at her. “But,I am your husband, and I love you more than anything or anyone, so I cannot promise I won’t do whatever I can to take care of you, to keep you safe. I need to take care of you, Taylor, but I will promise to try and understand where you are coming from when I do it.”

Taylor’s heart beat a little faster after his proclamation. “I won’t break, Derrick,” she whispered, putting a hand to his cheek and rubbing her thumb over his five o’clock shadow.

Derrick gave her a little nod. “I know you won’t break, Taylor, but I will if something happens to you and I didn’t try to prevent it.”

Taylor didn’t have an answer for that. “Just please trust me.”

“I promise to not hold back from you, to not keep things hidden.”

“That’s all I want,” she said. “Well, that and more sex like this,” she added.

Derrick smiled his megawatt smile, dimples and all, and kissed her. “Let’s eat and then try it again.”

“I don’t think we can topthat,” Taylor said, confidently pointing to the desk.

“Oh but, Taylor, practice makes perfect, and it is so much fun.”

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The next morningDerrick and Taylor were riding to work together, talking about the day ahead of them. Taylor was relaxed; she loved the new routine they had together, and she was starting to really enjoy her life for the first time in … well, who knew how long?

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