4. Derek
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Derek
Those lips. That thought of Maggie licking her lips has been repeating itself for the past three days. Fuck. Whenever I have a second of peace, all I think about is the way she just stared when I stepped out of the shower. The hunger in those hazel eyes, the rapid pulse in her throat, showed just how much she wanted me.
“Fuck.” The thought inevitably makes my cock hard the same way it did that very morning. I’m not a schoolboy who can’t control himself. Hell, I’m known for exercising iron control when needed, but her unguarded or appreciation was too much.
But if I’m being honest, it’s been days and I can’t stop thinking about her even though she’s made herself invisible. Everywhere I turn there are traces of Maggie, just no sight. The jasmine and lemon scent lingers in the hallways and rooms of the house. There are colorful fresh flowers in my bedroom and on the foyer table. Somehow, we keep missing one another but I’m no fool.
The girl is avoiding me. And by the passing hour, it’s growing to be an annoying distraction.
I should track her little ass down and just fuck her already. Slide into her wet heat and get her out of my system once and for all so I can fucking focus. I know she wants it but dammit, it’s complicated.
Pissed off, unable to think about anything moral at this point, I set my work aside and get out of the office in search of fresh air. I never spend much time in the gardens that cost a small fortune to maintain every month, but it’s the most relaxing spot on my entire estate. The mix of colors and scents combined with the fresh air never fails to relax me, to help clear the mind.
I step out and inhale deeply, letting my eyes drift until my limbs start to relax and my pulse returns to normal.
“I walked in on him getting out of the shower, Sara. He’s definitely going to fire me.”
I freeze at the sound of Maggie’s voice. I should walk away and give her privacy.
I should…but I won’t.
Her laughter sounds from deeper in the garden, low and melodic. “Yes, he’s even more gorgeous than you said he was!” She laughs again. “His body is, good god Sara, it’s like he’s carved from marble. I didn’t know men could look like that in real life.”
I strain my ears to hear what she says next.
“Of course I’m not going to sleep with him, crazy. What would a man like that want with a poor virgin who has no clue what she’s doing with her life?” She snorts. “He’ll probably think I’m just after his money.”
She’s not entirely wrong.
“I’m content with the version of him in my dreams. Sara, seriously, I’m actively avoiding him as we speak until this stupid crush goes away. And you know what, you’re not helping.” She giggles at something her friend says and replies, but I’m far too distracted by the details of what was just said.
She’s a virgin. A virgin. How’s that even possible? The men of her generation must be idiots. She doesn’t care about my money and she thinks I don’t want her?
I turn on my heel and stalk back into the house, locking myself in the office until I’m sure she’s gone for the day because how in the fuck am I supposed to get any work done now?
I don’t. Unless picturing Maggie on her knees, on all fours with that perfect plump ass high in the air, counts. My imagination runs wild with all the ways I could introduce the pretty girl to the pleasure of fucking.
I can teach her.
Train her.
Show her how to give me exactly what I need while also learning ways of making her come harder and harder . “Oh, fuck.”
A knock sounds on my office door and I clench my jaw. “What?”
The door opens and I hold my breath, though it’s not Maggie. And I’m not sure whether I’m disappointed or relieved. “Late afternoon snack since you skipped lunch.” Jonathan asserts himself with a look that has me believing he knows exactly what’s on my mind. “Dinner’s cooking now and it’s a hearty one.”
“Wonderful.” I turn away while realizing I’m disappointed. I wanted it to be Maggie.
Tomorrow, I’m getting the hell out of here.
Far, far, away from my tempting new maid.