Chapter 25 Something More
SOMETHING MORE
DEREK
I wasn’t expecting her to say that.
I had been losing my mind for the last couple of hours, knowing she was meeting my friend, Jennifer, about her case. I was worried mostly because of her divorce case, and… because Paige was wearing a tight pencil skirt and a silk blouse that hugged her tits perfectly.
Having her in my lap, kissing me and grinding on my growing bulge made me lose my goddamn mind.
Her thighs were spread over mine, grinding slowly while we devoured each other’s mouths. My tie was already loose, and her fingers were buried in my hair, tugging hard enough to make me growl into her hot mouth.
The air in my office felt heavy with lust and tension as we kept making out like we were teenagers.
Every roll of her hips dragged her wet heat right across my cock, and I was two seconds from ripping the seam of her skirt.
“Up,” I said, standing up. Her legs wrapped around me, and I lifted her with ease, like she weighed nothing.
One sweep of my arm sent files, pens, and a crystal paperweight crashing to the carpet. I would take care of it later. I had far more important things in mind.
I set her ass on the edge of the mahogany desk and stepped between her legs.
“Did you lock the door?” I whispered against her throat, kissing her pulse.
“Yes,” she breathed, yanking my tie off and attacking my belt. The metal clinked, and I took a sharp breath when she lowered the zipper.
Her hazel eyes were hooded and cheeks flushed when she slipped her hand inside my boxers. I cursed when she wrapped her palm around me and pumped me slowly in a way that made my vision blur.
My hand tightened on the desk as I swore, “Fuck, Paige.”
“I didn’t know you’d be so—oh, fucking thankful,” I whispered, my voice low and smoky.
“No?” She smirked, and she looked so gorgeous and wonderful, I could have come in my pants right then and there.
“No.”
Her eyes went dark as she licked her lips and said, “Then let me show you exactly how grateful I am, Mister Peterson.”
Fucking hell.
I couldn’t hold back. I shoved her skirt up to her waist and hooked my finger on the lace of her panties and dragged it aside.
She was drenched and glistening. Yanking my dick out of its constraints, I gave myself two lazy pumps before pushing at her swollen entrance. She was so fucking slick and ready that I drove in with one slow thrust.
We both groaned because it wasn’t slow and gentle like that night. No, this was raw and desperate sex. Not even sex. Just fucking. With her legs locked around my hips, heels digging into my ass and urging me deeper.
The desk rocked beneath us, with wood creaking and drawers rattling. I gripped her thighs hard enough to bruise and pounded into her like I was trying to brand myself inside her body.
I wished I fucking could.
But she had scolded me for the hickey on her neck, and I had promised her I would behave.
“Harder,” she gasped, nails raking down my back through my shirt. “Please, Derek, fuck me harder.”
How the fuck could I not oblige?
I pulled out just to roll her over. Her palms slapped on the desk when I bent her over with her perfect ass in the air. With a gentle hand, I curled my fingers in her hair as I guided my cock back home. I slammed in again, deeper this time, and watched her take every inch like she was made for it.
Paige cried out loud, and it was filthy as fuck. My palm clamped over her mouth, muffling her moans.
“Shh, Paige. The whole floor’s gonna know I’m balls-deep in this sweet pussy if you don’t quiet down,” I growled, keeping my pace steady. I didn’t slow down. If anything, I fucked her harder with my hips snapping as the wet squelches and skin slapping echoed in my office.
My free hand snaked beneath her, fingers finding her clit and rubbing tight and fast circles.
Her muffled screams vibrated against my palm, and her walls clamped down like a fist. I felt her orgasm as her body trembled, her pussy gushing around me, soaking my cock and the desk beneath us.
Fuck. That was it. I buried myself to the hilt and pumped rope after rope deep inside her, growling her name against her shoulder as I filled her up.
My body hummed with pleasure as I kissed her shoulder, still draped over her back as we both tried to quell the trembling of our bodies.
Slowly, I straightened up and pulled out. I watched my cum slip down her thighs in thick, obscene rivulets. I swallowed at the sight of it, wondering if it was too soon to fuck my cum back into her or throw away her birth control pills or breed her and—
Get a hold of yourself, Derek.
I shook out the dark thoughts and grabbed tissues from the box I had knocked over earlier. I cleaned her gently, pressing kisses to the small of her back and the dimples above her ass.
I wished I could keep her naked forever. She had slowly started accepting how beautiful she was, her body was, and I was glad she was returning to her old self.
After cleaning her up, I sat back in my leather chair with her on my lap again. She melted against my chest with her head on my shoulder, her breathing still ragged. I held her close, my hand stroking her spine as I thought about what Mom had said.
That I should talk to her, just use my words and tell her.
I swallowed and said, “Open the top drawer.”
“What is it?” She asked, looking up at me, her eyes soft and lips swollen with kisses.
I brushed my lips on her forehead and whispered, “It’s a surprise.”
Paige pursed her lips and pulled the drawer. I held my breath because inside sat a small navy velvet box.
“Derek… what is this?”
“Open it.”
Her fingers trembled as she lifted the lid. Nestled on the black satin was a ring. It was a platinum band, a three-carat oval diamond flanked by smaller stones that caught every shard of afternoon light. It wasn’t like the other ring I had bought for her, and put it on for the gala.
This one screamed more.
My arms tightened around her waist.
“L-let’s make it official,” I said, my voice rough with the words I was dying to say but swallowed.
She stared at the ring, then at me. Her eyes were wide and glistening as she asked, “What do you mean?”
I took the box, plucked the ring free, and held it between us.
“I-I mean, let’s make it more than just boyfriend-girlfriend. I want us to be… m-more than what we are right now,” I said, brushing my thumb over her cheek. “How about you become m-my fiancée and I your fiancé?”
She blinked at me and after a moment, she let out a breathless little gasp, making me smile.
“For real?” She asked, her voice barely audible.
My throat tightened.
But I forced myself to speak. I opened my mouth to answer…