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Alina was nibbling on him when she asked. “What happens when it’s too late.” She ran her hand down his chest until it rested on his manhood, which instantly grew in the palm of her hand. “From the feel of things…” Alina chuckled. “… it seems as if it is already too late.”
“Hell yes, it is.” Until then, Dereck sat with his hands at his side. Now he wrapped them around his woman and claimed her lips with the intensity that had been building inside him for the entire day.
Dereck clung to Alina at the back of her neck, pulling her toward him. Not that he needed to. Alina was so close; the wind was having trouble passing between them. Her breast pressed against his chest, rattling him even further. Dereck reached up with one hand and undid the clasp for her overall. With the stiff material gone, he grabbed at her breast, squeezing it in one large hand.
“Let the record show that I gave you the chance to get out of this,” Dereck declared before he rose from the chair, Alina in his arms.
“Who said I wanted to get out of it.” She dared him with her eyes as he tossed her on the couch on her back. Then he grabbed her pants by their legs and tugged them off, as she eased her ass to allow the material to move. Alina lay there in a white crop top and red-laced underwear, staring up at Dereck with wanting eyes.
Her lover undid his pants and pushed them down to his ankles, not bothering to completely free his left leg. He was too eager for his woman.
With one swift movement, he had tossed aside the lacey material that covered her feminine folds and explored Alina, who gaped at his penetration. She clung to him and swayed with his movements as he pushed deeper into her. Dereck was more than her muse. He was her everything.
When Alina reached her climax, it came with a surge of energy that she used to prolong the feeling of ecstasy.
“Are you ready to get back to painting now?” Dereck teased as he brushed her cheek with his hand.
“Yes, I am,” Alina breathed heavily. “But on a different canvas. And…” she gave a wicked grin. “Definitely not with paint.”
11
When Dereck opened his eyes, he opened them to an empty room. Alina was gone, but she left her scent to torment him.
The sun was already high in the sky and although he did not have to report to work until late evening, there was no time to linger. Dereck had something very important to take care of, and the sooner he dealt with the issue, the better it would be for him. He gathered his belongings and attempted to dress. He attempted because a piece of clothing was missing.
Dereck followed the soft epic music to the room where Alina did all her paintings. Not wanting to intrude, he knocked, but it seemed that she was once again engrossed in her work. Dereck really didn’t want to disturb her and he felt guilty for it. He needed to leave, but he couldn’t do so in his state.
“Alina,” Dereck spoke over the music as he opened the door and entered the room. Alina jumped from her stool at the sound of his voice, covering her painting first.
“I told you, you cannot see it until I’m done,” she proceeded to push Dereck out of the room.
“I didn’t come here to spy. I promise,” Dereck held his hands in the air. “I need to leave.”
Alina obviously did not believe him. “Well, the door isn’t in here.”
“Nope,” Dereck agreed. “But my shirt is.”
Alina halted and looked down at herself as if just realizing that she clothed herself with her lover’s belongings. “Oh,” she said, recognizing the blue pinstripe shirt Dereck wore the night before. “That’s right,” she chuckled. “I completely forgot.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “It is so comfortable.” Then she smelled the collar. “The scent of old spices.”
Alina held onto Dereck’s hand and looked up into his eyes. “It’s helping me paint. Do you really have to take it?”
Dereck eased up to her and tugged at the hem of the shirt. “Even though you look incredibly sexy in it, I still have to take it. I have nothing else to wear.”
“Well, maybe you should leave something for the next time.” Alina pushed her chest against Dereck, her eyes wide.
“You want me to leave clothes at your place?” He asked with a slightly higher octave.
Alina pulled back from him and stared up with wild eyes. “Only if you want to.”
She was unsure of herself, but when Dereck grabbed her and pulled her toward him again, her doubts disappeared.
“I would love to,” he announced, holding her eyes. “But until then I’m going to need that shirt.”
“Fine,” Alina pulled away from him, pretending to be angry, but she undid the shirt one button at a time until it revealed what she wore underneath. Absolutely nothing. Then she strung the material on one finger and offered it to him. “Here. Take it.”
Dereck deliberately misunderstood her statement. “I will,” he said right before he went in for a kiss. Alina dropped the shirt to the floor and clung to his bare arms.
“I love you in that shirt, but you look even sexier out of it,” Dereck declared. He pushed her backward until her back was against the wall and she was pinned in by his large body.
