Page 80 of Boss with Benefits

"Let me take care of you," I whispered, my chin wobbling. "I want to help you. To be whatever you need, Derrick. Please."

He looked up at me, his eyes red and filled with a desperate need. His palms circled my face, his finger pads pressing into the base of my scalp. His stare was so intense it sent a flutter of desire rushing through me.

This was so not the time or place.

Or maybe it was...

Because suddenly Derrick snatched me to him and pressed his lips against mine in a hungry kiss, and I tumbled with him over the edge of love and despair.

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DERRICK

Araw, frantic need gripped me like a vise. My mouth and hands were all over Rachel, the fire inside me desperate. I slid the length of my body on top of her and pressed her against the carpeted floor, my lips never leaving her mouth. Her hands tangled in my hair, tugging hard at the roots, and the pain was an aphrodisiac.

"I need you," I murmured against her lips, my voice raw. Now I got it. This was what Rachel had been asking for every time we were together, something, anything to drown the agony and fear.

"I'm right here," she whispered back, her eyes blazing with the same craving.

I licked my way down her neck, her little moans and whimpers driving me mad. I yanked the sleeve of her outfit down her arm, nibbling her soft skin. Her back arched, and I sank my hips down, my cock—trapped inside my joggers—pressed between her thighs.

"I want you so bad," she murmured, turning her head and sucking my earlobe into her mouth.

I slid my hands down her thigh and under the micro skirt of her costume, across the lacy fabric of her underwear, her wetness seeping through the porous material.

She moaned, her hips rocking against my fingers, her breasts popping out of her low-cut top. She was everything I needed right then, a balm for my tortured soul.

Her hands knotted my shirt, yanking it up and roaming up my chest and down my back. She shoved her hands into the back of my joggers and gripped my ass cheeks, her desperation matching my own.

I lost myself in the sensations of her touch, the softness of her skin, the way she gasped when I rubbed my fingers over her panty-clad pussy. Every touch, every kiss, was a lifeline, pulling me back from the edge. Her hands moved to the front of my hips and gripped my cock.

"Wait." I jerked my hips back, her hands sliding out.

I pinned her arms above her head and drilled my gaze into her hazel eyes.

"Don't touch," I growled. One tug and I'd fucking explode. That's how turned on I was right then. "Not until I say. Unless you want a mess on your hands."

Her eyes widened in excitement.

Ever since she had put that little nurse's outfit on, I'd wanted to pluck it off her. And that's what I did. I shoved it down her arms and legs and flung it behind us.

I worshipped her body with my hands and mouth, wanting to memorize every inch of her. She was perfect, from her silky skin to her dark nipples, peaked and ready for my mouth to suckle. Which I did. Thoroughly.

Her moans were music to my ears, a symphony that drowned out the panic I'd lived with all week.

"Derrick," she panted, arching into me, her naked hips bumping against my cock, still securely in my pants. "I need you. I’m clean. On the pill."

Her words whipped up the fire in my groin. I couldn't get enough of her. Every part of her skin was a new discovery, and I was desperate to explore it all.

My lips trailed down her stomach until I reached the little runway strip that led to her mouth-watering pussy. I flicked my tongue out, dragging it over her slit. She gasped, her fingers clawing at my back. My balls were wound so tight I feared they'd pop like balloons.

I flicked her clit, then flattened my tongue against her lips. And God, she tasted so fucking good. Sweet and ripe, the flavors of her making me crazy with lust.

I sucked her clit into my mouth, suctioning it between my lips and tongue, and she screamed. Her fingers dug into my biceps, and she tugged me up, our bodies aligning.

"I'm so close," she gasped, sliding her hands down, her nails digging into the top of my joggers, shoving them down. "Fuck me. Now. I want to come with you inside me."

I didn't need any more encouragement. I kicked my pants off and breathed in deeply, readying to bury myself inside her, praying I could hold on. Praying she was really on the brink.

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