Page 111 of Inevitable Inheritance

“Because I caught sight of something and talked to Henry, who said it was a regular thing. And when I had him look into it, he found out that Todd and Charlie knew.”

Derrick’s face was now a mask of hurt. “Why didn’t you come to me? Or tell me?”

“Because you would try to shelter me, Derrick! You treat me like I am going to break, like a china doll, in every aspect of our life, and I have had it!”

“Taylor,” Derrick said softly, crossing the room to her. “I searched and wished and waited, and finally, finally you are here,” he said, reaching his hand up to touch her face. “I can’t knowingly put you in harm’s way. I love you,” he said staring into her eyes. “I need to keep you safe.”

Taylor took a step back, letting Derrick’s hand fall. “I am not a fragile little creature you need to protect, Derrick,” she hissed to him. “Stop trying to go easy on me! Jesus!” she said, spinning around and wiping her eyes. She just wanted him to help her get through it, not shelter her from the world that she lived in.

As Taylor wiped her eyes, she felt warmth on her back and then Derrick’s arms went around her. When she opened her eyes, the bouquet of tulips was in front of her. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I haven’t helped you face all your fears and be in charge like I told you I would. I am sorry that I haven’t been your supporter like I am supposed to be and have tried to hide you away and keep things from you,” Derrick put his lips to Taylor’s temple. “From now on, I will let you make your decisions, but I will always tell you how I feel and what I think because I want to be honest with you. I promise I will help you face all your fears and be there for you, even if it scares me too.”

Taylor’s face was again covered in tears. “We are supposed to be a team,” she whispered to him.

“I know. I was wrong, and I’m sorry. I love you, Taylor. I just don’t want to see you hurt.”

“Things might hurt, but I just need you to be there with me, to help me through them.”

“I get it,” he said, nodding against her head.

“Please stop treating me like I am weak or breakable.”

“I swear.”

“Not just in the outside world,” Taylor said. She took a deep breath. “But with us, when we are together,” she stammered. Derrick spun Taylor around, but she averted her eyes to the floor.

“What does that mean?” Derrick asked her, and she was so glad he didn’t try to make her look at him.

She had wanted to say something for a while but wasn’t sure how to do it. “When we, uh, are together, I feel like you, well since the first time, like you are so gentle, and—”

Now Derrick pulled Taylor’s chin up. “I was so rough the first time.”

“You were passionate,” Taylor said softly. “And now,” her gaze fell again, “it’s like you think I am damaged, and you don’t want to break me.”

“I just don’t want to h—”

“Hurt me?” Taylor asked, meeting his eyes. This conversation was getting old, she thought as she shook her head. She had been brave enough to bring it up, and here he was brushing it off. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy being with Derrick. She had nothing to compare it to, but the sex was great. But she wanted him to lose control like he had that first night, just forget everything else but being with her and not worry about her getting hurt or scared.

Taylor turned out of Derrick’s arms. “Look, I have a lot of work—”

Derrick spun Taylor back around and cut her off by covering her mouth with his. Taylor resisted at first in surprise, but when Derrick threaded his hand in her hair and pulled her into him, she gave in.

This was what she was looking for, for him to unleash everything he felt on her. That first night she had felt it, felt his need, felt wanted, but once he realized she was inexperienced he had gone slow with her. She began to wonder if he wasn’t as interested in her, or if her lack of experience was a turnoff for him. But the way he was kissing her now, it didn’t seem to be the case.

Derrick pushed Taylor backward, broke the kiss, and swept the desk clear. He then placed a gasping Taylor on the cleared surface flat on her back. Derrick crushed his mouth onto Taylor’s again as he wrenched off his suit jacket, and Taylor untied his tie. Once the jacket was gone, Derrick pushed Taylor’s skirt up to her hips and reached for her thong, but her garters were in the way of his progress.

Derrick looked down, and his eyes widened as he took in what was causing the delay. “That is fucking hot,” he ground out, running his fingers across the straps and Taylor’s thighs. Derrick licked his lips and wrapped his hands around either side of the thong and then pulled. A tearing sound filled the air, and there was pressure on Taylor’s clit as the fabric was pulled taut. Then it released, leaving Taylor wanting more.

She lifted her head from the desk to look at Derrick, but he clamped his hands on the inside of her thighs, pushing them down to the side, and dropped to his knees and placed his mouth right on Taylor’s core. Taylor’s head fell back to the desk as she absorbed the feel of Derrick’s mouth on her. His tongue circled her clit, and Taylor felt dizzy from the new sensation. It felt shocking and amazing. When Derrick put his tongue directly onto Taylor’s clit, she bowed off the desk.

“Derrick,” she moaned as she fell back, and he continued to use his tongue on her. Waves of pleasure flexed through her, and he increased, decreased, and moved the pressure over her. Taylor rocked her hips up to meet Derrick’s mouth. She was close to going to an orgasm euphoria, but she needed more.

Derrick lifted his mouth from her, causing Taylor to make a noise of protest. He slid a hand from her thigh to her lips, then her clit, and then down and up, sliding and teasing her, which had Taylor panting. Finally Derrick trailed his fingers down again and slid one finger inside Taylor, curling it as he moved within her and then placed his mouth back over her clit and sucked.

Warmth spread through Taylor’s limbs as an orgasm shot through her and shook her over the edge. Taylor slumped against the desk as after shakes moved through her. She felt spent, like she had just run a marathon.

Derrick slid up her body, sealed his mouth to hers and put his hands to the front of her button-down. He pulled, sending buttons flying. Taylor gasped, breaking the kiss. She was about to look down when Derrick quickly picked her up and flipped her onto her stomach and then pulled her back to him, leaving only her chest on the tabletop.

The position was odd to Taylor, but she didn’t have a chance to think about it because Derrick took a finger and started stroking her. He started at her clit and moved easily back to her entry, sliding a finger in. He continued the movement, quickening his pace, adding another finger, and stopping over her clit for a little longer to tease her. Taylor’s head spun as Derrick played with her. Her breath came fast. “Derrick, please,” she pleaded, needing more, all the sensations in her body plucked to the point of no return.

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