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“Jesus,” he says, a smile growing across his perfect mouth.
I step forward amid the commotion, placing my hands on his shoulders, my own smile plastered on my face. “It was your brother’s idea,” I offer.
“Of course it was.” He laughs.
“I know you don’t love parties but I hope this one is different,” I tell him as he wraps his arms around me.
Derek leans down, planting a long, sweet kiss on my lips. I instinctively close my eyes, then open them again as he moves back.
He leans in closely, cheek to cheek. “It’s already better than any of the ones I can remember,” he whispers to me.
A shiver runs down my spine. His words turn me on, heat me up, and make me consider dragging him to my office as soon as no one is looking.
“By the way,” I say, “I wore this just for you.”
We push back from each other so he can take in my full outfit. My dress is long, with waves of light blue fabric flowing down, and a slit in the side all the way up to my hip. It’s higher than the one in the black dress he liked so much. The straps on this barely qualify for their name. They’re wafer thin. This dress might as well be held together by yarn. I spin for him, revealing that the straps come over my shoulders then crisscross several times and tie at the bottom of the nearly backless number, exposing almost all of my back tattoos.
“Wow,” he says, his lips pressing together as he low whistles. “You look amazing.”
“Thank you,” I say, as he pulls me back to him.
“Is my birthday present underneath the dress?” His words do things to me. I have heart palpitations between my legs.
“Well,” I tease. “Maybe one of them.”
After our brief moment, people start to file in, shaking his hand, patting him on the back. Hawk cuts through the crowd to embrace him. Then, the DJ turns the music back up and people return to the way they were before as Derek and I mingle about, stopping to have individual conversations with the small groups that have formed.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, pointing to the food tables.
“Not right now,” he says. “Come here.” Derek tugs at my hand, pulling me away from the crowd and back down the hall. He looks left and right, then gently pushes me back into my office, quickly and quietly shutting the door behind us.
“Damn,” he says. “No lock.” He proceeds to take one of the chairs in front of my desk and wedge it beneath the knob, ensuring no one can disturb us.
Derek turns to me, walking slowly, a hunger for something other than food in his eyes. He grips my hips, pushing me back against my desk, then lifts me up to sit on the edge. The idea that we’re likely about to fuck on my desk in my office is driving me wild.
“I just wanted a moment with you alone, all to myself,” he whispers.
I nod in response as his lips meet mine, his hand traveling up my spine and cradling the back of my neck. The kiss is passionate, full of heat and lust. He parts my lips with his tongue, exploring me. He kisses my jawline, down my neck, the tops of my tits, then returns to my mouth again.
Derek uses his other hand to push my knees apart and I spread my legs wide to let him stand between them. His free hand travels up my bare leg, playing with the edge of the fabric all the way up to where the slit stops. He presses his thumb into my hip, squeezing and kneading.
“I want you,” he says. “Right here.”
My mind is frenzied, his words pour in and still me in this moment. “Say it again.”
“I want you,” he whispers close to my skin.
I reach for his belt buckle, undoing it and his pants as quickly as I can as his fingers reach my panties, tugging at the edge of them. I squirm under his touch. He pushes them to the side, his thumb rubbing circles over my clit.
“You’re so wet,” he says.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Is that for me?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say again, the only word I can manage.
Something between a moan and a growl comes from his throat. Suddenly, he dips down, taking a knee, pushing my dress back. I expect to feel his mouth on me in the same instant but when I open my eyes and look down, he’s staring at my cherry tattoo.
