Dirty Boss: An Office Romance (Dirty Series Book 3) by V.T. Do (new reading .TXT) 📗

could come back any moment. I knew it was a ridiculous thought, especially after all that we had done, but it didn’t stop me from feeling it.

I made a move to get up, when I heard a noise coming from the doorway to the connecting bathroom and turned in time to see Dereck padding back into the room. Any thoughts I had, any lingering embarrassment, disappeared at the very male sight of him. He was still naked—something I both hoped would be the case and not at all. Dereck was a beautiful distraction, and he had no qualms about his nakedness. Not like me. I resisted the urge to pull the sheets up to cover my body.

I still couldn’t believe that glorious body had been on top of me moments before, couldn’t believe he had been inside of me. Even at half-mast, he was huge.

But then, Dereck was a huge man in general. If I had to guess, I’d say he was just as tall and as broad-shouldered as Jerimiah, though he probably had my brother beat in bulk.

For the longest time, I had viewed my brother as the strongest man in the world. That as long as he was around, I was safe and protected from everything and everyone. And though Jerimiah had never lost his protective streak, for the first time, I doubted he could protect me from the heartbreak I would go through once Dereck was done with me.

And he would be. Someday. Maybe not tonight, or tomorrow, or even next month, but sooner or later, he would realize that I was nothing like the women he had dated before. I wasn’t seductive or beautiful. I wasn’t witty or charming.

In fact, I was downright awkward, having spent most of my childhood hiding behind a book.

I shook away the depressing thought when I felt the mattress shifting under his weight.

I moved my gaze to him, loving the way he moved. Loving the confidence, the dominance of such a powerful man. Sitting down so that he was leaning against the headboard, he pointed to the space between his legs. I frowned, not sure if he was really asking me what I thought he was asking me.

That couldn’t be right, could it?

He smiled patiently and once more pointed to the space. Slowly, awkwardly, I moved there. Dereck rearranged me until my back was to him, my head leaning against his shoulder and his arms around my waist. “Spread your legs for me, baby,” he said, his voice causing a slight vibration to run through me.

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say to such a dirty request, even if I knew he just wanted to clean me up.

“Are you sure it has to be like this?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m sure.” I could hear a smile in his voice.

His fingers thrummed patiently on my abdomen, waiting for my answer. A part of me didn’t want to do it. Still too shy in front of him, I didn’t know how I was supposed to spread my legs and offer him a view of me like this. The other part…

Well, there was a reason why my inner thighs felt damp all of a sudden.

I held my breath and did as he asked.

Dereck didn’t move for a moment, and when he did, his hands didn’t move down to my pussy like I had thought, but upward to my breasts, fondling one then the other. A tightness in my chest took hold, and I didn’t know if this was a good thing or not. He took my nipple between his fingers and twisted, and I let out a gasp, wiggling against him.

Yeah, this was definitely a good thing.

I felt him smile when he moved his lips down to my ear. “That’s better. I didn’t want you to pass out from holding your breath so long.”

“Oh.”

He chuckled, licking the skin on my neck. “Yeah, oh.”

His hands moved back down to my belly, then he leaned forward and took me in fully, and I felt myself blushing.

I was sure he could see me, all of me, from his position behind me. And I could feel him getting hard once more.

I couldn’t believe he was ready to go again. I didn’t think most men had his stamina.

He grabbed the warm cloth from the side of the bed and ran it down my body, leaving a feverish trail in its wake.

I tried hard to hold still, and when the cloth made its way between my legs, I grabbed the sheets in a tight fist. How could he make this feel so much more intimate than it was?

I didn’t know, but I didn’t want it to end.

Dereck grabbed my leg with his other hand and moved it on the outside of his, then he did the same with the other leg, spreading me out even more than before. I might have squeaked as I moved my hands down his forearms, grabbing on tight, hoping he would anchor me.

Our eyes met when I turned my head sideways to take him in, and he continued on with the torturous movements, gently moving the wet cloth over my sex. I wanted to tell him it wasn't working. That he wasn’t cleaning me up, and the longer he kept at it, the filthier I’d become.

My hands tightened around him, and his eyes darkened before my very eyes. He was also rock-hard against me.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” I asked, the last word coming out in a gasped whisper when I felt the cloth circle my clit once.

“Like you want me to take you again. I won’t. It’s been a while for you and I can’t risk hurting you, baby.”

“But I feel fine,” I said, and even I could hear the pleading in my voice.

He shook his head. “You’d test the patient of a saint.”

“You’re not a saint,” I said mildly.

His response was a wicked grin and a seductive wink. And then the cloth was laid on the bed, and