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Caught in the spell of his eyes, I trembled as he took my ankles again and lifted them, bracing each on the chair's armrests before pushing against my knees and looking down.
I blushed furiously, exposed and bared to him, presented in what should have been an awkward and uncomfortable position. All I could do, however, was tremble with anticipation.
“Such a pretty pink pussy,” he said, voice ragged and full of an edged, vicious need. “I’m going to enjoy devouring it.”
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding against my ribs. “Derrick–”
He reached up with his free hand and covered my mouth. Then he bent down and licked me, one slow, long lick from the bottom of my slit to the top.
I jolted and cried out against his hand, the sound muffled.
“Go ahead and scream,” he murmured. “I won’t let anybody hear you.”
Then he licked me again before moving higher to tease my clit with rapid-fire flickers of his tongue. My legs clenched and quivered as pleasure raced along my nerves, firing from cell to cell like nothing I’d ever felt before.
He pushed two fingers into me, twisted, and I arched, rocked against him. He began to thrust hard and fast, not giving me any time to adjust. No time for my mind to catch up to all of the sensations coursing through me. As the pressure inside me became nearly unbearable, I sobbed his name against his hand, needing more. He growled, and the vibration went all the way up my spine.
Then he twisted his wrist and licked my clit once more…and I came apart. The world exploded into white light and Derrick lingered, licking me through it until I finally collapsed, utterly spent.
Then he stood, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He brushed his fingers down my cheek and tugged my dress back into place. He scooped something off the floor, tucked it into his pocket, and headed for the door.
“Derrick…?”
He glanced at me, a slightly smug expression on his face, but said nothing as he flipped the lock and opened the door.
My head still spinning, I straightened, grimacing as I remembered I wasn’t wearing any underwear. The grimace became a scowl when I scanned the floor and realized that he’d taken my panties with him.
“What happened here?”
I looked up to see Jami standing in the doorway. “I…what do you mean?” The furious red of my cheeks probably told her everything, but I didn’t see the need to admit to it.
Jami came in and closed the door, a concerned expression on her face. “Jess…I wished you’d be more careful.”
The tone stabbed at me, adding to the guilt already flaring up over what we’d just done.
“Careful?”
She rolled her eyes and gestured at me. “You look like he came in here, flipped up your skirt, and fucked you over your desk. Yes, Jess, I want you to be careful!”
She was so close to the mark I wanted to melt into the floor. Embarrassed, I snapped, “Maybe you should worry about your own life and leave me to live mine.”
Jami’s face fell and she took a step back.
I immediately felt like an ass, but I couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t make it worse, not without admitting that she had reason to be worried.
She swallowed and turned away. “I’m going to get to work.”
And since I still couldn’t think of the right words, I stayed quiet while she left me alone with my thoughts.
“You handled that well, didn’t you?” I muttered.
There was no answer, though, and I dropped my head into my hands, brooding over the bizarre turns my life had taken on me lately.
* * *
Derrick didn’t comeby again that day, not for lunch, coffee, or even to sayhiand that was probably a good thing. I was feeling rattled for too many reasons to count. I kept my attention on brief tasks, skimming promotional blurbs, checking social media accounts, and reading email requests from bloggers. Anything requiring real focus escaped me, but the other items piled up, and I cut through the accumulated chores with sheer determination. Every time I slowed down, I imagined Derrick kneeling in front of me…then his smirk right before he left.
And Jami, with her soft warning to be careful.