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Friend or not, she now crossed a line.
“That’s enough,” I snapped. “You need to focus on work, and I’ll deal with my personal life. Because it’smylife.”
Jami stiffened, her spine snapping into a rigid line. “Fine. Fuck me for worrying about you.”
The hurt in her voice jabbed at me, but she turned and left before I could reply.
“Dammit,” I said to the empty room. I wanted to go after her and apologize for snapping. Sure, I meant what I’d said but I could’ve said it better.
But, I knew my friend and she needed time to cool off before she’d be ready to accept an apology. Maybe on my way home tonight I’d stop and pick up her favorite Indian take-out and some butter rum ice cream. Then I’d give her whatever space she needed.
Speaking of space.
I headed for the gender-neutral bathroom at the far end of the hall by the stairwell, not wanting to be around anybody for a few minutes. That was pretty much the only place I could think of that would guarantee me some privacy.
Except, barely a second later, somebody followed me into the bathroom. I spun around, startled.
Derrick shut and locked the door before coming toward me. Eyes searching my face, he reached out and brushed back my hair.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing.” I offered the same lie from a few minutes earlier.
“Jessica.” His voice held a warning.
“A headache. That’s all.”
A smile quirked the corner of his mouth. “I can help with that. Turn around.”
I glanced at the door.
“Nobody saw me come in,” he assured me. “Turn around.”
I did so slowly, my stomach twisting in anticipation. His hands slid up my back and settled on my shoulders, sending a shiver through me.
“Ohhhh…” The moan that came out of me was almost orgasmic.
He noticed and dipped his head to press a kiss to the top of my spine. “You make another sound like that, and I might just have to bend you over the counter and lick your pussy until you scream.”
My knees went weak, and I gripped the counter.
“No comment?”
“I…” Swallowing, I said, “We’re at work. We should…work.”
He laughed softly and kissed the spot under my ear. “I’ve been trying to do that half the morning, baby. I keep thinking about how you felt wrapped around my dick. How you tasted…fuck. I can’t stop thinking about it. I had my screening appointment this morning. Results will be in soon. You?”
“This afternoon.”
He tugged on the hem of my skirt. “Let me touch you.”
I caught his wrist. “Derrick…”
He sighed. “Soon.”
When he stepped back, I felt bereft. Spinning around, I caught his arm before he could reach the door. “Wait.”
I knew this was a bad idea, but I still pushed him against the door and kissed him, desperate for another taste of him. He growled against my mouth and spun us around, grinding his hips against me. The light summer dress I wore was a little barrier, and the feeling of him being hard for me sent a thrill through me.