Page 52 of Serving the CEO

When he pulled at the bottom of my dress again, I didn’t stop him.

“Yes or no,” he whispered, trailing his fingers along the waistband of my panties.

“Yes.”

He slammed his mouth over mine, pushed his hand inside my panties even he thrust his tongue into my mouth. Then his fingers were in me, and my pussy was clenching around them. I moaned into his mouth, clutching at the front of his shirt as he fucked me with his fingers, driving in and out with rapid, almost brutal strokes, each designed to get me to orgasm as fast as possible.

“Come for me,” he whispered against my lips. “Let me feel it.”

A stroke over my clitoris followed the words, and I trembled, skin hot and flushed, my nipples so tight they hurt. “Please…”

“Come, Jessica.” He bit my lower lip.

I came with a startled cry he caught with his mouth, and he groaned as I worked myself against his hand, quivering as the orgasm rocked me.

“Delicious,” he whispered a few seconds later, stroking fingers wet from me over my lower lip, then sucking the taste away.

He stepped back only after my knees had steadied, lingering to smooth a hand down my back, over my hip.

“Can I buy you lunch tomorrow?” he asked.

I nodded, my throat tight and my head spinning from the way he’d just taken care of me. And that’s what it’d been. He’d taken nothing for himself, asked for nothing in return. And that’d been the way all of the sexual things had gone with us, I realized. No matter how often he pissed me off, the one place I’d never had reason to doubt him was in the bedroom.

“I’ll go out first. Give it a few minutes, then you leave. Nobody will notice.”

“Okay.” I pushed away from the door and moved to the mirror to adjust my dress. As I watched him in the mirror, a desperate need grabbed me, something I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since that night at the club. “Derrick?”

He paused and looked back, meeting my eyes in the reflection.

“If…if I want to know more about your world…what you like, will you show me?”

A slow, sensual smile curved his lips. “Do you want to know more?”

Did I want to know what it would be like to have him dominate me? To try out some of the things I’d seen at the club? Did I want to trust him enough to take care of my every need? Trust him to teach me to take care of him the way he needed?

Did I want to add one more crazy, new thing to my life right now?

“Yes.”

He studied me for a moment, as if searching for any doubt. I might have some later, but right now, my mind was set, and I let him see that.

“I’d love to.” His gaze dropped to my mouth. “This weekend?”

I nodded and hoped I knew what I was getting into.

TWENTY

DERRICK

Even though Iwasn’t into the extreme side of the BDSM world, I enjoyed enough kink that I’d converted one of my bedrooms into a playroom. That, however, wasn’t where Jessica and I would spend this evening. Not wanting to freak her out, I’d set up one of my guest rooms, laying out the toys and other items that I thought wouldn’t be too much for her.

I’d sent my driver for her a short while ago and then double-checked everything. Now, I was leaning against the counter, sipping my scotch, and trying to pretend I wasn’t as nervous as a virgin on prom night. It annoyed me, actually, the level of anxiety I’d felt since Jessica had asked me to teach her more about my world. Calm, cool, and collected were my defining characteristics and what made me a good Dom. I needed to get my shit together before Jessica got here.

That was one of the reasons I’d barely spent any time with her since I’d left her office on Wednesday. She threw me off my game in a way that no one else ever had.

The intercom buzzed and I pressed the button. “Yes?”

“Your guest has arrived,” the concierge said, voice cool and polite. “She’s on her way up to your room.”

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