Page 5 of Serving the CEO

I smoothed a hand down her back. “It’ll be okay, Jami. And remember…margaritas.”

“Sure.” She gave a jerky nod and smiled in my direction, but it was vague, and her eyes didn’t connect with mine. “Let me go see what’s going on. You should get to work, Jess. You’ve got exciting calls to make soon, right?”

TWO

DERRICK

“Please…oh, Derrick,yes!”

Her nails raked down my back, lines of painful pleasure on my skin. Her pussy clenched tight around me, and her mouth parted on a cry as she came, but I wasn’t through with her yet.

I pounded into her, pinning her hands in one of mine as she arched up under me. I used my free hand to tilt her hips as I rode her, my orgasm slamming into me as she convulsed around me again.

“Fuck, babe,” I growled, grinding against her to wring out every last ounce of pleasure we could possibly get from each other.

Collapsing, I kept my weight mostly planted on my elbows, hips jerking as she clamped around me again, little mini aftershocks of her orgasm milking me. I was still semi-hard inside her, and sensitive enough even through the latex that I could feel every ripple of muscle.

“You’ll fucking drain me dry if you keep that up,” I said. Not that I minded. She’d been an excellent distraction.

Smiling at me, pale eyes heavy-lidded, she lifted her hips, deliberately tightening the walls of her core around me. “Happy to try.”

I couldn’t help but grin back.

She was still panting, her short black hair tousled and damped with sweat, her small, round tits heaving against my chest. Her nipples were hard little points that I’d licked and sucked until she’d come from just that alone. She looked enticing beneath me, and I thought about turning her onto her belly and pushing back inside her. Taking her from behind would give a whole new angle…and some more titillating options to play with.

But then she put her hand on my cheek. “Hmmm…”

The affectionate caress was as effective as a splash of cold water, and my cock went soft. I untangled her legs from around me and pulled out, heading into my bathroom to discard the condom.

Noticing the time on the way, I went straight into the shower, my mind already preparing for the day ahead. Fifteen minutes later, I came out to find her curled on my bed, waiting for me. Her gaze grew hungry when she saw I was naked, but my cock didn’t even twitch.

“I’m running late, babe,” I said with a calm smile. “If you want coffee or something, the kitchen is down the hall. The desk will call you a car, take you anywhere you need to go.”

I dressed quickly, aware of her watching me the entire time. The cool expression in her light blue eyes was a far cry from the heated bliss I’d seen only minutes earlier.

I ignored it. We’d just met the night before. She’d given me her name, but I’d already forgotten it. She was probably calculating all the ways she could seduce me, get me to stay, or at the very least, get an invitation back.

Not happening.

After collecting my wallet and phone, I pulled out a couple of hundreds and dropped them by the small sparkly purse she’d dumped on my nightstand. “Buy yourself something pretty.”

As I left my bedroom, I heard her call me a bastard.

She wasn’t wrong, but I’d never promised anything but a few hours of good sex—and I’d delivered. I’d also been called worse.

Letting myself out of my penthouse door, I called my driver. “I’m on my way down.”

“I’m waiting right out front, Mr. Thomas,” Raul said.

“Excellent.”

On my way out of the lobby, I stopped by the desk and let the concierge know about my guest. “If she isn’t out in the next hour, please go up and escort her out.”

Whitley nodded. It wasn’t the first time I’d made such a request. It wouldn’t be the last.

That done, I headed out into the bright summer sunshine. It was time to get to work. Aside from fucking women until they forgot their names, making money was where I excelled.

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