Page 26 of One Hot Deal

I told him things I shouldn't have.Personal things.

That will never happen again.

Monday morning has finally arrived, and I've conscripted Avery to serve as my babysitter for the morning.I told Pippa she could have the week off and that we would discuss her school situation during this time, but I need to handle some business matters first.Avery was more than happy to serve as Pippa's minder.I won't ask her to do that again, though.She has her own business to attend to, as well as a wedding coming up on Saturday.She and Hugh have invited Pippa to the big event.I'd already been on the guest list.

I've just sat down at my desk when the door swings open—and Derek saunters up to me.He spins my chair toward him."Get up, Diana.We have work to do."

"Yes, I'm aware of that.Why do you think I'm sitting at my desk?To work, obviously."

He shakes his head."Not that kind of work."

"What are you on about?"

"Our deal."He rests his hands atop my chair and leans in so close that I can smell his aftershave and feel his breaths teasing my lips.His voice drops to a whisper."I'm talking about the baby-making work we need to do.One time might not get it done.We need to screw over and over."

"Well, yes, but—"

"No wriggling out of it.You want a baby, I'm providing the donations.That means"—He leans in even more, his lips grazing mine—"we need to fuck again, right now."

"Once a week is enough."

"Uh-uh-uh.If you want to get a bun in the oven, we need to do lots of baking."

"Why are you using a moronic baking metaphor?I am not an oven."

He drags one finger down my face, from my temple to the corner of my mouth, and suddenly, I have trouble catching my breath."I'll make you so hot for me that you'll feel like you've been thrust into an oven.But first, I'll knead you like dough until you rise for me."

"You clearly know nothing about baking bread."

"But you like what I'm saying even when it's moronic."He drags that finger over my chin and down my throat."Your pupils are dilated.That means you're turned on.So let's get started with the next round of baby-making."

"Not in my office."

He studies me for a moment, then straightens and holds out his hand, palm up."Okay, let's do it somewhere else."

"I can't leave the building.I have a meeting in thirty minutes."

Derek smiles with devious intent."You think I can't get us both off in less than thirty minutes?Trust me, I've learned every way to make a woman come faster than she ever thought was possible.Remember Saturday in the entryway?"

Oh yes, I remember that.Even if I live to be a hundred, I will never forget what we did in the entryway."You seem awfully certain of your skills."

"Yep.I'm the best bodyguard you'll ever have, and I'm the only man for the baby-making job."He wiggles his fingers, urging me to take his hand."Get up, Diana.I know exactly where we can go in this building."

This baby pact was my idea, so I can't very well back out of it now.And yes, I did enjoy our interlude in the entryway.But that was just sex.He is not getting under my skin.Everyone knows my flesh is made of cast iron.

I accept his hand and his help in rising from my chair."All right.You are in charge of this mission."

"A mission to make you come and hopefully make a baby too."

"I've told you before that pleasure is irrelevant."

"Uh-huh."He keeps hold of my hand as he leads me toward the door."But you don't mind if I give you that pleasure, do you?Don't remember you saying 'please stop, Derek, I don't want an orgasm.'Though you did beg me to—"

"Enough."I wrench my hand free of his, which takes more effort than I would've liked.He didn't refuse to release my hand.No, I simply couldn't let go until I forced myself to do it.

Derek guides me down the long hallway, past Hugh's office and various other rooms, and straight to the end.He halts in front of a nondescript door.

I shake my head when I see the sign on the door."The janitorial closet?"

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