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Derrick’s eyes rolled back in his head. “If you … I might …” Derrick panted and then looked at her, stilling her hand. “I am about ready to come, and if you put your mouth on me it is going to happen in your mouth.”
Taylor’s eyes widened, and she looked down and saw a bead of clear fluid on the tip of Derrick’s hard cock. She looked back up at him, very confident and pleased with herself that she could do this to him. She said, “Good,” and bent to lick his tip.
Derrick hissed as Taylor sheathed him with her mouth. She moved up and down, gaining fearlessness as Derrick moaned, writhed, and surged his hips up with her every movement. “Tay, I’m close. If you … maybe you should stop.”
But instead Taylor hastened the pace. She took his length as far into her mouth as she could and then circled her hand to capture what she couldn’t. Taylor suctioned her mouth to him and kept her pace quick, spurred by the sounds of his groans.
“Taylor,” Derrick grunted, his hands reaching up to clutch her head, and then he lost himself in her mouth, his whole body going lax.
Taylor knew what was going to happen when Derrick came, but despite her knowledge she hadn’t really thought through how to handle it. And now she had a full mouth, and no idea what to do. Spit? Swallow? Run away? She opted for swallowing the evidence and when she looked up she saw a small smile on Derrick’s satisfied face.
Mission accomplished.
Taylor leaned back. “Sorry,” she said to him.
Derrick opened his eyes, brows furrowed in confusion. “Why?”
“Well, you didn’t seem to enjoy it. I guess I should have stopped sooner. I didn’t want you to suffer.”
Derrick laughed and pulled Taylor into his arms. “I love you,” he said and kissed her gently.
A knock at the door broke the pair apart. “Mrs. Fletcher, we need to get out of here. The crowd has gotten violent downstairs. There will be no photo shoot today,” Henry announced through the wooden door.
“Photo shoot?” Derrick asked.
“I wanted to let them get pictures of us to see if they would leave us alone,” Taylor explained.
“Taylor, that’s not a good idea—”
“Mrs. Fletcher—”
“Okay, okay,” Taylor said loudly, cutting off both Derrick and Henry. She stood and smoothed out her skirt. “Let’s get out of here.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Despite his laughingoff the day the night before, Derrick was even more nervous going in the next day. He had made a complete and total asshole of himself, and now he had to make it right. As soon as Taylor had pointed it out to him, every misstep in his day had come flashing back to him like a sports recap reel. This wouldn’t have happened if his dad were here. First of all, he would have been handling all the stuff Derrick was now dealing with; and, second, if Derrick was acting like a douche, Simon would have put the kibosh on it right away.
But he was gone.
And each day that seemed to become more painful and more apparent.
“So, what’s the plan?” Taylor asked as she came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and drying her hair. Just looking at her, naked except for one slight barrier, had Derrick thinking the best solution for the day, for him, and the Fletcher Enterprise staff was to call in sick and keep his wife in bed all the livelong day. “Stop looking at me like that. We are going to work,” Taylor said, reading his thoughts and turning away, but Derrick didn’t miss that flushed face of hers before she turned and went into their closet.
Heaving out a heavy breath, Derrick thought about his plan. “I’m going to have a company-wide meeting at 2 p.m.”
Taylor returned from the closet, her hair now wrapped in a towel and her body clad in scraps of undergarments that Derrick had to remember to thank his sister for purchasing. “That sounds good. What are you going to say?” she asked as she went to grab a comb from the bathroom and then sat on the bed.
The fact that she was comfortable in just her underwear around Derrick and talking with him about work like it was no big deal was huge. Gigantic. Derrick wasn’t sure if she had been worn down or just accepted what life had handed to her, but he was euphoric that she seemed to be not only accepting, but happy with the way things had turned out. He was too afraid to ask her about it, though, in case he spooked her back into jitters.
Derrick adjusted his tie. “I have no fucking idea,” he said. He got his tie knotted and then unknotted it again and turned to his wife. He really liked calling her that, even if he only did it in his head. “Any suggestions?”
Taylor got up from the bed and walked over to the closet, returning with another tie. “I like this one better,” she said, pulling the one Derrick had been wrestling with from around his neck. She lifted his collar and slid a baby-blue tie with thin brown striping around his neck. “It’s like our eye colors mixed together,” she said as she tied his tie for him.
It was suddenly Derrick’s favorite tie ever.
“Anyway,” she said, still focused on the task at hand, while Derrick was still focused on her breasts, “just talk from the heart.” She smiled at him. “Be honest. Tell them, ‘I am a dick by nature, and that came out yesterday, sorry.’”
Derrick barked a laugh. “That is both helpful and professional. Thanks for the advice, Preston,” he said.