Chapter Thirteen
Mila
Mind. Blown.
My body is on fire with arousal as Derric’s tongue makes another long, slow swath through the length of my slick, hot channel, my excited clit quivering on the edge of another earth-shattering orgasm.
He’s incredible at oral sex, his talented tongue belonging in the annals of Olympic intercourse history. His hands are wrapped around my knees, bracing my trembling thighs apart as he licks me into sweet oblivion. The tip of his tongue flicks my aching bud in rapid succession, then presses hard on the magic spot at its base. My hips buck at the hot spear of sensation it sends through me, but he holds me fast; unwilling to give up his meal until he’s finished me.
My fingers are entwined in his wavy blond hair, and my grip tightens as his agile, clever tongue plunges into my waiting entrance three times, eliciting a scream of utter satisfaction from my throat. I can’t hold back a second longer. The torrent of ecstasy rains down like a tropic storm.
I ride out wave after wave of exquisite pleasure. God, he makes me come harder and longer than I ever thought possible. We seem made for each other, in bed and out. I think some grand master plan must have been in motion, causing our two wildly different lives to collide across the distance of two hemispheres.
His arm is underneath me now, rolling me over onto my stomach. I don’t resist; I’m a complete ragdoll, rendered boneless by his expert ministrations.
“That’s my goddess,” he murmurs, his voice husky, his face wet with my juices. “Just relax, I’ll take care of you.”
I twitch as a slippery coldness touches my ass. This is new, but I trust Derric, and I know I would never deny him any brand of pleasure he decides to explore.
“You’ve got the most beautiful ass, my love. And I’m going to come inside it.”
My stomach flutters at his words. His finger reams my puckered entrance, coating it in slippery gel, priming me for entrance. I’m not afraid, but I’m curious. What will this be like? I take deep, even breaths, willing myself not to flinch as he holds my cheeks gently apart and the warm tip of his cock breaches my untried hole.
He goes slow; the sensation of him filling me this way is strange but not unpleasant. In fact, I think I like it; and wonder why I’ve never tried it before. A satisfied, otherworldly moan of pleasure escapes Derric’s lips. “Damn woman, so hot and tight...” he gasps out, pushing in further. “You’re incredible...”
I smile, though I know he can’t see my face. He pauses as he reaches the limit of penetration and I revel in the sound of his panting breaths; his enjoyment of what I can give him. My hands fist the sheets, waiting for what he does next. He withdraws with equal care, then thrusts forward again, steady yet gentle. I relax my muscles, allowing him to find the pace he needs, his cock pumping rhythmically in and out.
“Fuck,” he growls out, locked balls deep in my depths. I feel the hot flood of his cum filling my canal, hear his grunts of satisfaction echoing in the room. The experience is mind-blowing, like nothing I’ve ever imagined, and I’m so glad to be ushered through it by a man I know I’ve fallen helplessly, endlessly in love with.
His breathing slows, and his satisfied cock slides from my body. I’m limp and breathless as he pulls away, my mind floating in just-fucked limbo, when a slap lands across my burning butt cheeks. I yelp in surprise.
“Fucking fantastic,” Derric shouts, bounding off the king-size bed. “What a way to start the day.”
“Good morning to you too.” I snicker. “Now, how about some coffee?”
“Coming right up,” he says, snapping his fingers and whistling his way down the hall.
I roll over onto my back, spent, satisfied and luxuriating in the sleek satin sheets of Derric’s bed. This is the second night I’ve slept here, and it’s still like a dream. After our wonderful rooftop dinner, we talked about moving in together, and so we’re in the process of doing it.
I don’t need much besides my clothes and work things though. I’m going to leave all the furniture behind for Claire. I still plan to split the rent with her; there’s no need for her to be financially stretched on account of my life changes.
I feel our baby growing inside me day by day; we don’t know yet if it’s a boy or girl, but my doctor says that sexual activity can actually be quite beneficial as the endorphins released during orgasm may also impart a sense of well-being for the child. Man, I’ve got endorphins coming out my ears.
I close my eyes and allow visions of the future and our life together as a family to drift pleasantly behind my eyelids. There are many things to be decided, but I’m not worried. The network launch is still four months away; plenty of time to work out the details.
My stomach rumbles, bringing me back to the present. I wonder if Derric decided to make an entire breakfast; it’s been several minutes since he left the room. I don’t even smell coffee brewing. I sit up and reach for my silk robe that’s draped on a nearby armchair to go in search of both my man-candy and a hot cup of decaf joe. I pad on bare feet out of the bedroom and down the hall leading to the living room and kitchen.
As I pass by the door to his den, I hear Derric’s voice. He must have gotten a phone call before he even had a chance to put the coffee on. Even I’m not such a workaholic as to take calls on a Sunday. His gruff, confrontational tone of voice makes me stop in my tracks.
“... and you can call off your hired dick, too, because I’m not seeing her anymore. Tell him he can hang up his trench coat and turn in his little spy-decoder ring and Brownie camera because there’s nothing more to see. I’m here to ensure that ROO-TV is a success. Nothing is going to get in the way of that. It’s my first priority. You think I’d jeopardize the biggest business opportunity Network 10’s ever had for some random piece of ass?” A pause. “Yeah you would, wouldn’t you? Well, think again, shithead.”
A chill sweeps through me and solidifies into an icy shell around my heart. I stand still, clutching the doorframe. Who is he talking to, and who is the ‘her’ in this discussion? I know I shouldn’t eavesdrop, but his words glue my bare feet to the spot. I have to hear more.
“Listen, she works for me, and that’s all you need to know. I’ve played the field pretty loose, but one thing I don’t do is get personally involved with my staff or my clients.” The other party speaks, but it’s too muffled to make out any words. I’m stuck interpreting the one-sided conversation and hanging on Derric’s replies. “How the fuck should I know what her expectations are? I don’t make promises I can’t keep. Of course, I’ll be back in Sydney. I don’t know. When the job’s done, that’s when.”
I will my feet to move, taking slow, silent steps backward until I can turn and run into the bedroom without being heard. My eyes are so blurred with tears I can barely see to get my clothes on right side out. I just hope I can make it to the elevator before Derric finishes his call. I have to leave, like right now. I try to make sense of it all, replaying what I heard in my head. A private detective of some kind has been following us? Why? And how can he say such things—his only priority? A random piece of ass? Is that what I am to him?
It can’t be true, it can’t. Not after all he said on the rooftop! Not after knowing about the baby. But who else could he be referring to? A hideous thought lasers through my brain. Is it possible he’s been seeing someone else at the same time as me, and I’m too naive and blinded by hormones to notice? “She works for me,” he said. Holy crap… is it someone else working at the station? I’m gutted at the notion; even more so than his attestations that ROO-TV is all he cares about, and that nothing will get in the way of its success, not even me. I thought his talk of being a family meant he might stay in New York, but here he’s planning on returning to Oz. My stomach plummets to my toes. What a stupid little fool I am!
I grab my bag and tiptoe into the living room, skirting deftly past the den. Thankfully, I don’t see or hear Derric. I lean on the elevator call button and practically fall into the waiting cab as the doors open. A pitiful sob leaves my throat as I descend the thirty floors to the ground. I’ve been royally conned; romanced into believing he cared—that someone like him, with all the money and women he could ever want at his disposal, would change his whole damn life for some little nobody he knocked up on a one-night stand.
God, I’m pathetic.
“One thing I don’t do is get personally involved with my staff or clients.” Dammit, those were my words from the beginning. Where there was business, there was to be no pleasure. I can’t even follow my own rules! It’s time to change them. I’ll show him he’s not the only one who won’t get personally involved.