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“We need to talk about you covering up this sexy little body, baby. You can’t come to work dressed like this anymore.”
Sexy? Did he really just use that word? So maybe he does like what he sees, and maybe he’s not looking at me like I’m a little girl anymore.
“Why, Derek? All the girls who work here dress the same. And besides, it’s hot when I’m running around trying to wait on everyone.”
His lips travel up my neck, stopping right below my ear. A whimper escapes me when he places a kiss on my sensitive skin and then begins sucking on the spot. Yeah, I definitely don’t think he still sees me as that little girl anymore.
“I don’t want other men looking at you, baby, that’s why.” His lips brush against my lobe with his words, and my panties are so drenched, I’m in jeopardy of looking like I wet myself.
“So what if guys look?” I want him to tell me why he cares so much. Does he not want men looking at me because he feels the need to protect me? Or does having other men look at me make him jealous? God, I hope it’s the latter.
“I don’t want other men to see these incredible tits.” His hands travel higher up my waist, inching toward my breasts. And as if they know he’s coming for them, my nipples become tight and point in his direction.
“Why can’t they see them, Derek?” I’m still not letting him off the hook. Although I’m pretty sure by the way his thumbs are brushing the underside of my breasts, I know the reason.
“Because,” he groans into my neck, and the barely restrained need in his voice has my knees growing weak and my body starting to tremble.
“You have to give me a better reason than that, Derek,” I moan as his thumbs brush higher and higher with each pass.
“Guess you’re too damn old for because I said so, huh?”
The smirk I feel against my skin as he kisses up and down my neck creates all kinds of tingles between my legs. I’m throbbing now and desperate for some friction so I can make the ache between my legs go away.
“Yes, definitely too old.” I practically gasp the words as his fingers finally brush over my swollen nipples. My head falls back against the wall, too heavy to hold itself up, and I soak in every single sensation as he rubs, tugs, and plucks at my tight peaks as if he’s trying to pull an orgasm right from my breasts.
“Because I don’t want other men getting a look at these perfect fucking nipples, baby.” He squeezes them both, emphasizing his point, and another loud moan leaves my mouth. “I don’t want them getting to see your sexy cleavage and picture sliding their cocks through this incredible channel.” His mouth runs along the line he’s referring to, and I’m about to beg for him to put his dick between them and show me personally what he doesn’t want others to think about. “I don’t want other men beating off while they think about my girl. That’s why.”
His hips thrust forward, showing me how hard he is right now. Just the one little press against my pelvis and I’m nearly going over the edge. He slowly begins to rub his cock against me, the pressure pressing over my swollen clit with every pump forward, and the need starts racing toward the finish line. I’m almost at the point of no return, ready to come completely undone for the man who’s been the object of my fantasies for years.
“Derek, I’m so close. Please don’t stop. It aches too much.”
“Not a chance I’m stopping, darling girl. Not until I give this little pussy what it needs. Come for me, baby. Let me feel how hot and wet I make your cunt. I want to hear how good it feels as you cream those little panties of yours.”
As if he just ordered a cream pie, I do. I come so hard, crying out his name and practically sliding to the ground as my legs lose all their strength. My orgasm plunders right through me, my body absorbed in pleasure, and I never want it to stop.
His hips rock against me a few more times. His chest heaving, body tensing, and the shocks keep hitting, simmering to a slow steady state of complete calm. The word mine is growled into my ear as his hold on me tightens, and those four little letters roll down my shoulders and land in the left side of my chest. I want to be his. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.
He pulls back, staring down at me with his dark eyes, and I’m breathless once again. There’s a look on his face I’ve never seen before. It has the L word rushing through my mind. And the longer he locks me under his stare, the closer it gets to the tip of my tongue.
He suddenly shifts away, breaking the heated stare as if the tension is too much to handle. His attention drops down to his pants and he shakes his head. “Damn, baby. You sure are a pro at making a mess out of a guy’s pants.”
I bite back my giggle and grip onto his waist, wanting his hips pressed against me again. “Well, maybe you should let me help you with that,” I purr. “I don’t have any napkins on me, but I have my tongue and will gladly clean you up.”
He lets out one of those rough growls that has my body heating, and moves in closer, pressing his full, thick, cock right where I need him. His head starts moving in, and I swear he’s about to kiss me when suddenly bright lights shine on us as a car comes pulling into the parking lot. We both turn in the vehicle’s direction, my eyes rolling when I see the red and blue lights flashing on top. The police cruiser comes to a stop just a few feet away from us, and then my brother steps out of his vehicle while Derek steps away from me.
“If he asks, nothing happened,” he whispers under his breath.
Derek’s hushed request has me confused until it clicks. I’m guessing he doesn’t think my brother will be happy knowing a “criminal” just made out with his baby sister. The so-called “criminal” who used to be Bentley’s best friend and lived at our house and helped take care of me after Mom and Dad died. Yeah, something’s not adding up. There’s definitely more to the story than the fact that they just grew apart.
Since I don’t want to cause any more friction between the two stubborn men, I’ll go along with Derek’s request and keep my mouth shut. I just hope that eventually, we won’t have to hide our relationship.
Wait… Are we in a relationship now? Does what we just did together make us a couple? I did hear him tell Trigger that he doesn’t do relationships and never will. But he did just call me his girl and groaned that intoxicating word: mine.
“How come you’re still up here, Hailey?” My brother’s harsh voice has me snapping from my thoughts. It’s as if Bentley’s forgotten he’s off duty now and is talking to his sister and not some thug he’s arresting for breaking the law.
“Derek wanted to have a chat with me about my attire.” I give him most of the truth, sparing him the details of why the man doesn’t want me to dress so skimpy. “He was trying to convince me I should wear more clothes to work. And I was telling him that it’s not going to happen because it gets really hot in there. Running around to all the tables makes me sweat.”
“We’ll save that argument for another day,” Bentley states, which means come tomorrow I’ll be getting another earful. “Now, how was your first night on the job? Did everyone leave you alone?”
