Page 64 of Inevitable Inheritance

“Ms. Preston? Mr. Fletcher?”

Derrick stiffened at the sound of an Irish brogue coming from the door. He had never really compared himself to another man. He had always been confident in the handsome and outstanding man that he was. But the way Taylor had looked at Henry the first time he had walked through the door still had him pissed.

“Henry, please call me Taylor,” Taylor said as she pulled away from Derrick, giving him one more reason to dislike the man. Derrick got up and pulled Taylor into his lap as he sat down in her chair. It was as close to asserting his dominance as he could get without flexing.

Taylor turned her head and shot him a dirty look, but she didn’t get up. “What’s up, Henry?” she said instead.

Henry looked hesitant. “I think we can make the penthouse work,” he said, and instantly Taylor tensed. “I spoke to the building security there, and I went through the security in place at your penthouse, Mr. Fletcher. They have assured me it won’t be an issue, and I think once I am done updating the system in the building and in the penthouse it really won’t be an issue.”

“You don’t sound very sure,” Taylor said.

“I am definitely not confident in the security in place now, no,” Henry said. “But if I can make changes—”

“Do whatever you need to do in order to make it safe,” Derrick said. “Go above and beyond, and spare no expense.”

Henry nodded quickly, “Will do,” he replied.

“Wait,” Taylor cut in as Henry was turning to leave, stopping the hulk in his tracks. She turned around, trying to face Derrick, “If it isn’t the safest, maybe we should just stay here,” Taylor said, her eyes wide as she tried to convey her hidden meaning to Derrick. She didn’t want to be alone with him; Derrick knew this.

But he really didn’t care.

“We can make it safe, Taylor. Henry just said so,” Derrick said, tilting his head in Henry’s direction. “Then we can have our own space, and no one will harass you.”

“Nobody harasses me—”

“No magazines will be thrown your way, no talk about any dresses,” he said.

Taylor turned away from Derrick, “Do whatever you need Henry,” she confirmed to Henry.

Henry smirked a little and gave another curt nod before he left.

“You play dirty, Fletcher,” Taylor said as she watched the door shut behind Henry.

Derrick leaned forward. “Do you like it dirty, Preston?” he asked whispering into her ear and smiling as he felt her shiver. “I would love to find out.” Taylor attempted to pull herself up again, but her petite size was no match for Derrick’s bulk, and all her attempts had her grinding further and further into his groin. “If you keep wiggling all over me, I’m going to find out right now,” he warned her, and Taylor instantly froze.

“Let me up, Derrick,” she said as she sat up stock-still.

Based on her tone, he was already in trouble, so why not go all the way?

“Taylor, I would love to get you up,” he whispered in her ear, “onto this table and take off all your clothes,” he told her, “and lick every inch of you.” To drive his point home, Derrick tilted his head and kissed the nape of Taylor’s neck. He slid his tongue slowly up to her ear and took her lobe between his teeth. Taylor’s chest rose and fell quicker, and she leaned back into Derrick’s chest, sliding her ass over his lap and already hard cock. “Would you let me do that, Taylor?” he asked, his voice still low, but this time it was because he was straining to keep himself from doing exactly what he was telling Taylor he wanted to do to her.

Taylor didn’t answer him, but she didn’t stop him either. There was no denying the attraction between them, even if Taylor was constantly doing her hardest to deny it. But each time they were in these, uh, interesting situations, Derrick was pretty certain her will cracked a little more. So he kept kissing her neck with soft kisses and a couple of soft nips too and spun the chair they were sitting in so that they faced away from the door.

Once they were turned, Derrick loosened his arms around Taylor and slid one hand under her shirt and slowly up her chest. Time was of the essence because any second Taylor could wake from her happy-to-be-felt-up state and put the brakes on, so he moved quickly, pulling the cup of her bra down and finding her nipple hard and ready for his fingers. Derrick rolled it between his fingers, and Taylor melted into him further, whimpering at the touch, her hands now clawing at his legs.

“Like that?” he asked hoarsely, as he continued pinching softly on her nipple. She didn’t answer him, instead she just continued breathing heavily. He didn’t wait for an answer, though. He moved his mouth against her neck, tasting everything he could. While he continued one hand on her chest, he slid the other one lower between her legs.

Leggings were a blessing from higher powers, Derrick decided right then, because as he slid his fingers over Taylor’s covered folds he could feel how wet she was, and she bowed on his lap and gasped loudly. And then she said something that made Derrick freeze momentarily before resuming all tactics with gusto. “More,” she breathed.

Yes, ma’am.

Derrick moved his fingers with a little more pressure over Taylor’s covered folds, stroking up and down, and Taylor pushed her hips against his hand and moaned. Now he needed more. With his middle finger in place, he slid his thumb up, hooking the waist on her leggings and pulling them down. Once they were low enough, he moved his hands inside, causing Taylor to mewl in objection to the loss of touch.

He slid his hand down to her bare folds—

And his phone rang.

They both froze. The phone was just behind them on the table, and the assigned ringtone signaled to Derrick that it was the office. He glanced at the tall clock in the corner of the room; he had a phone meeting.

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