Page 31 of Serving the CEO

“You’re welcome.” He wasn’t smiling as his eyes dropped to my mouth.

I sucked in a breath, and in the next blink, his lips were on mine, one hand gripping the underside of my jaw in a sure, firm hold. Thrown off balance, I grabbed the front of his shirt.

He made a low murmur of approval and angled his head, deepening the contact. He traced my lower lip before sliding his tongue into my mouth, tasting me. Savoring me.

There was no other way to describe it.

I groaned and clutched his shirt more tightly, dazed at the unexpected heat, the intoxicating brush of his mouth. I’d convinced myself that my reaction to his kiss the other night had been a fluke. Now, I wasn’t so sure.

He ended the kiss, gave my bottom lip a quick nip, and stepped away.

“I’ll be in touch about this weekend.”

“Uh-huh,” I murmured, dazed. But I didn’t hear what he said. Not really. My head was too busy spinning while my heart raced in overtime.

FOURTEEN

DERRICK

TakingJessica to the fundraising event for my family’s foundation was the perfect chance to impress her, show her that I was more than the asshole boss who’d fired her friend and bought her parents’ building, destroying their business.

She was proving harder to impress than I’d expected. It was…interesting having to work to get her to relax around me. I hadn’t had to chase a woman in…hell, years.

But I wanted to feel those legs wrapped around me. Her pussy, soft and wet around my dick. Her hands in my hair as I went down on her. Then I wanted to teach her to be a sub, lay there while I stroked her, or use a toy until I allowed her to climax.

And knowing how much she’d fight the idea of submitting just turned me on even more.

“Thoughts like that are why you have to walk up the damn steps with a hard-on, Derrick,” I muttered as I did that very thing, trudging up the steps with my dick so hard, it hurt.

I had two bouquets, white daisies for Jessica and yellow roses for Jami, which should’ve been the other way around, but I’d been listening when Jessica spoke. Jami hadn’t thawed in the least. It pissed me off, but I couldn’t order her to lighten up. She was rehired. What the hell else did she want?

Still sexually frustrated, I cleared my head before knocking, fixing a smile in place. If I could make a good impression on Jessica tonight, dance with her, maybe get her alone somewhere, I might be able to convince her to waive her ‘no sex’ rule.

With that idea in mind, I knocked and waited. She opened the door a minute later, looking back over her shoulder as she did so. That brief moment gave me enough time to gather my wits because she’d pretty much shattered them the moment that door opened.

Fuck.

That dress. If I got her in a secluded area, was it loose enough I could work it up over her hips and bury my dick inside her? Yeah, I thought it was. But if not, maybe, I could coax her to go down to her knees. Either option sounded good.

“Derrick?”

Dragging my eyes upward, away from soft curves draped in a pale, shimmering pink that was disconcertingly close to the same shade as her skin when she blushed, I met her gray eyes and found that she was, indeed, blushing.

“You look good enough to eat,” I said, not bothering to filter what I was thinking. “And I want the whole fucking banquet.”

Her lashes flickered, and the faint flush deepened. I couldn’t help but notice that the slopes of her breasts had also flushed a lovely shade of rose, and I wanted to stroke the skin with my fingertips and see just how soft she was.

“Did my words make you…uncomfortable? Or something else?”

“I think I’ll skip answering that,” she said, voice husky.

Instead of pushing, I offered the flowers.

“Oh…” A breathy sound of feminine pleasure escaped her, and she took them, fingers delicately touching the petals.

Damn. I wanted those fingers on me.

“Come in for a minute so I can put these in water,” she said, looking up at me with a smile so luminous it hit me in the chest.

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