Chapter Four
Maya
Now I know what they mean when they—whoever they are—talk about their heart beating out of their chest. Mine pounds as Derek stares at me with those hot eyes and clenched jaw. It’s suddenly stifling in the room, and hard for me to breathe.
“Or what, Derek?”
I take a few steps forward, tentatively at first, and then more confidently when he doesn’t tell me to stop. Rounding his desk, I stop just a few inches away from him and boldly stare into his hot, brown eyes. He’s also breathing hard, his chest rising and falling beneath his suit, and I can’t resist running the flat of my hand up his silk tie.
“Maya,” he growls, almost as a warning, but I don’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I want him.
And when I boldly lift my chin, he must get the message loud and clear because he frames my face, and his lips are on mine in a nanosecond. He kisses me hard and licks my tongue with his, stealing what’s left of my breath.
With a moan, I clutch his tie in my fist and pull him closer, practically wanting to climb the man as his hands roam down from my face to clutch my ass. He effortlessly lifts me so I can wrap my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist. Suddenly, I’m sitting on his desk, and he’s leaning over me, shoving my dress up around my waist.
“You’re so bloody beautiful,” he whispers against my neck before placing a wet kiss there. “Fucking irresistible.”
I can’t help but smile at that. I don’t think anyone has ever called me irresistible before. But if Derek wants to think so, who am I to argue?
His fingertips brush my inner thigh, making me gasp, and he immediately pulls back to stare down into my eyes, his gaze intense as he searches.
“Yes,” I assure him. “Absolutely yes.”
Relief and then unmistakable desire wash over his face before he kisses me again and yanks my dress over my head. When he sees the new underwear—thank God I agreed to the new underwear!—his jaw drops.
“Are you bloody telling me this has been under your shabby clothes all bloody week?”
“Hey, they’re not shabby.”
He narrows his eyes, and it makes me grin.
“No, these are new.”
Just when I think he’ll tear it all off me, he tenderly trails his fingertip along the edge of my bra where it meets my skin. It sends goose bumps rising all over me. His gaze stays on his finger, watching as he touches my flesh, and his tongue darts out to lick his lips, making my core clench.
“Derek.”
“I’m going to fuck you.” His voice is hard again, almost like the very idea of it pisses him off. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, right here on this desk, and if that’s not what you want, you need to speak up now, Maya.”
“That’s pretty much what I was hoping for.” I swallow hard, and he grins.
“I love your smart mouth.” He bites my lower lip and reaches behind my back to unclasp the bra. It falls down my shoulders, and I toss it aside as he brushes his thumb across one already painfully puckered nipple.
When he lowers his head to suck it into his mouth, it’s like a shot of electricity straight to my pussy, and I can’t help but cry out.
“That’s right,” Derek mutters as he pulls his wallet from his trousers and retrieves a condom, tossing it onto the desk. “Jesus, you’re damn responsive.”
He grips my panties and pulls them down as I lift my hips off the desk and reach for his tie.
“You’re way too dressed,” I inform him, but he shakes his head.
“I’m in charge here.” He braces his hands on the desk on either side of my hips and pins me with that hard glare that does nothing but turn me on.
I narrow my eyes but keep my lips closed. He must approve of what he sees in my gaze because he lowers himself to his knees, spreads me wide, and licks me from anus to clit, making me fall back onto the desktop and cry out from the absolute pleasure of it.
His hand is on my stomach, and I can’t help but clasp it, lacing my fingers with his like he’s an anchor as he sends me into a wild hurricane of sensation. Within seconds, an orgasm fires through me so fast and devastating that I can’t even make a noise as everything in me tenses, and I ride it out.
“Good girl,” he murmurs against me, still kissing and licking me, only lighter now. “Yes, love, that’s it. Now, you’ll give me more.”
He stands, and I realize that he shed his suit jacket and loosened his tie at some point. He unfastens his belt, shucks his pants and shirt, the tie along with them, and then opens the condom wrapper with his teeth. But before he can roll it on, I sit up and reach for him.
“Wait.” I kiss his stomach, and he sucks in a breath. “I know you’re in charge, but just let me…”
I lick his tip as my hand circles his shaft, and Derek’s hands dive into my hair. He’s not pushing me, just holding on, almost like I did a moment ago. I sink onto him, taking him deep into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat, making me gag just a little.
He tries to pull me off, but I like it. I hold strong, sucking and moving, pushing down until I can’t breathe, until he takes my shoulders in his hands and pulls me off him.
With one quick move, he rolls on the condom, nudges me back onto the desk, and slides right inside me until he’s fully seated. Everything in me shatters again.
“Goddamn,” he groans and begins to move. “You’re so bloody amazing. So fucking beautiful.”
He grips my hips almost painfully as he fucks me hard and fiercely. One hand lets go, and he presses it to my throat, but he doesn’t squeeze. He just holds me, watching me, and I freaking love it.
“Yes,” I whisper, holding his gaze. “Yes, Derek.”
“Fuck.” He closes his eyes, his hips jerk, and then he’s coming, and it’s really the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life—this muscular, tanned, strong man falling apart at the seams because of me.
And it sends me right over with him again.
Our chests heave, and my heart is still clamoring.
Derek pulls out of me and disposes of the condom, but he won’t look me in the eyes.
“I’m going to clean up,” I say, standing on shaking legs to gather my undies, dress, and hurry to the bathroom.
Once I’ve locked the door, I stare at myself in the mirror.
My hair is a mess. My neck and chest are flushed, and I have a hickey just above my left breast.
I’m still sopping wet, so I take my time cleaning up in the sink, then get dressed and fix my hair and makeup as best I can without any supplies.
When I walk out of the bathroom, I’m surprised to see that Derek is fully dressed, tie and all, and is jamming stuff into his briefcase with angry jerks.
“Derek?”
“I’ll be working from home for the rest of the day,” he says, his voice hard and short. “You can reach me via email.”
“Derek.”
“Have a good date tonight,” he bites out as he closes the briefcase with a hard snick and starts to walk to the door, still not looking me in the eye.
“What in the hell?” I ask out loud, but he doesn’t stop. He marches right through the outer office and out the door, letting it slam behind him. “You have got to be kidding me.”
* * * *
It was a tense afternoon. For the remaining few hours of my workday, I stayed at my desk and did my job. I forwarded emails and calls to Derek’s home office and took care of everything else to the best of my ability.
And, not once , did I try to talk about anything personal. He wouldn’t have given me the chance anyway. The three times I had to call him on the phone, he was curt and rude and didn’t even say goodbye before hanging up.
He didn’t reply to any of my emails, not even to acknowledge that he’d received them.
When the day was finally done, it was a relief to lock up and go home. If he hadn’t wanted to fuck me, he shouldn’t have. Plain and simple.
“I refuse to feel bad about it,” I grumble as I unlock my condo and step inside. “It was good sex. Like, maybe the best sex in the history of fornication. And it’s not like I forced him.”
Based on his behavior today, I fully expect to get a call from the agency telling me that I’ve been fired, which makes me sad. I like the job, and I like working for Derek. But obviously, we crossed a line that he’s not comfortable with.
I sigh and toss my handbag onto the table by the door, kick out of my shoes, and head straight for the bedroom so I can strip out of the dress and take a long, hot shower.
I’ve been sticky all afternoon.
Once I’m clean and in some comfy clothes, I order dinner from my new favorite Chinese place and shoot Andrew a quick text, letting him know that I have to cancel for tonight.
There’s no way in hell I’m going to fuck my boss and then go on a date with someone else. That’s just…no.
I want to call Derek and make him talk to me. I don’t even care that he’ll likely be grouchy and moody about it.
But that’s not going to happen, so I turn on the TV, ready to watch the latest season of the period romance show set in England a hundred years ago while I wait for my food to be delivered.
To my surprise, the call from the agency never comes.
* * * *
I don’t know how today will go. Maybe he’ll be an asshole all day. Maybe he’ll be nice.
Maybe he won’t speak to me at all.
Either way, I’m going into the office. I have a bag full of snacks because I eat when I’m nervous, and for some reason, Derek gets on my nerves. So, Twizzlers and Nerds clusters are the candy of choice today. I also decide to wear another dress—this one red—because it makes me feel more confident.
I can tell he’s already there when I arrive since the door is unlocked and the lights are on. I stow my snacks, jacket, and purse, and have just taken my seat when I get an email with a document Derek needs to sign right away.
I print it out and, with my chin up, march into his office.
He doesn’t even glance my way.
“Good morning,” I say with a brightness I don’t exactly feel. “I need you to sign this, please.”
He takes the paper, reads it over, signs it, and then slides it back my way before turning back to his computer.
“Thanks.” I smile and saunter back to my workstation, scan and send the document, and then feel Derek hovering over me. I look up and raise an eyebrow. “How can I help?”
“How was your date?”
He’s scowling, a muscle in his jaw ticking with agitation, and I decide to have a little fun.
“Well, he dropped me off here, so since it just ended about twenty minutes ago, I’d say it went well. Thanks for asking.”
Without a word, Derek turns, stomps back into his office, and slams the door.
He deserved that. With resolve, I face my computer but then start to feel guilty. I shouldn’t, but I do.
With a sigh, I stand and open his door, only to find him pacing the room, obviously pissed off.
“Did you tell him I had you first?” he demands, his eyes flashing. “That I made you come until your legs shook? Were you already sore from me when he fucked you?”
“Enough.” My temper flares, and I see red as my hands ball into fists. I glare at him. “That’s enough. You’re acting like a child. I didn’t go on a goddamn date last night, Derek. I’d been with you. I’m not some slut wandering through Seattle, fucking every man who looks her way. Obviously, I made a mistake yesterday because you clearly think very little of me. I won’t be making it again.”
“Maya—”
“No. You had your chance to speak, and that moment is gone. If you want me to quit, or if you want to fire me, I’ll go.”
He slips his hands into his pockets and sighs. “I don’t want that.”
“Fine. Then I’ll be working here for the rest of the month. I’ll do my job and stay out of your way.”
There will be no more fun flirtations or conversations. His questions cut me to the bone and made me feel cheap and like trash. I won’t put up with that.
My brother was right. Derek Langley is a bastard.