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Others were close by, but I’d chosen this alcove—and this couch—for a reason. The shadows made it easy for us to hide, and I half-hauled her onto my lap before pushing my hand under the hem of her skirt to palm her ass.
She moaned and slid her hand down between us, pressing her palm to my cock.
I went rigid, then swore, cursing against her soft lips.
She pulled back, staring at me. I groaned as she rubbed me again, then reached up and tugged at the buckle on my belt.
“I want…”
“Go ahead,” I said, dragging myself under control. I was an impatient bastard, yeah. But I could wait a few moments more for her touch.
Her eyes held mine as she undid my belt, then the button on my pants before unzipping them. Gasping as she stroked me through my boxers, I squeezed my eyes shut. They flew open seconds later as she eased away and worked my underwear down just enough so my dick was exposed to her.
Her breath hitched, and I looked at her, fascinated, as she licked her lips, eyes on my cock.
“You’re…big,” she whispered.
I couldn’t help but smirk at that.
“Yes.” And then she had me shuddering as she closed her hand around me. Swearing under my breath, I reached down and covered her hand with mine, and squeezed. “Harder… fuck… squeeze me harder… just that like… perfect…”
Her breasts heaved, excitement flickering over her face as she looked from my face down to her hand, where she worked my dick.
“You’re enjoying yourself,” I muttered.
“Yes.” She squirmed on my lap.
I slid my hand from her ass to her hip and toyed with the lacy edge of her panties. “Let me…”
“No.” She caught my hand with her free one and continued to stroke me with the other. “No. I just want this right now.”
It was fucking torture to sit there, keeping my hands to myself as she worked me to orgasm. It was also just this side of heaven. Swearing as I got closer, I started to thrust into her hand, my eyes squeezed shut, head thrust back against the padded cushion of the couch.
“Oh…fuck,” I growled as my climax hit hard and brutal, knocking the air from my lungs. I grabbed her hand to keep her from pulling away, but she didn’t try. She kept stroking, squeezing as she neared the tip, twisting her wrist. My dick jerked a couple more times, and she made a humming sound in her throat, almost like a cat’s purr.
I wanted to haul her against me and cuddle her, then push inside her pussy where she’d be wet and ready.
Before I could even try, she eased off my lap.
A house employee appeared from the shadows, offered her a damp rag, then another to me, disappearing just as swiftly. I stared at her as she wiped her hand off, her gaze bouncing around, refusing to connect with mine.
She cleaned up the evidence of what she’d done to me and I could tell her mind was spinning right now. I adjusted myself and put my clothes to rights, then rose. All I had to do was get her to let me kiss her…
“I think I’d like to leave if that’s okay,” she said softly.
Fuck.
SEVENTEEN
JESSICA
I neededto focus on work and not think about Derrick. Jami had found three potential manuscripts in the slush pile, and they needed our attention. We’d spent the last couple hours debating over them, but when she stepped out for a call, my thoughts immediately flew to the man who’d begun consuming far too many of my thoughts recently.
Derrick had met us outside the building today and offered to buy us coffee. Jami had coolly informed him she was cutting back on caffeine and headed on inside without another word. I hadn’t called her on the lie—how could I, when I understood why she didn’t want to be around him, why she didn’t trust him? But I still felt so damn drawn to him.
He hadn’t mentioned the night at the club, which annoyed me even as I was relieved. If he had, I could have used it to put distance between us because, as aroused as I’d been by it all, I wasn’t sure I could handle what it brought out in me.
I’d jerked him off. In full view of others. And if he’d so much as touched me, I would have let him do anything he wanted. I was just grateful that he had respected my request to take me home.