15. Chapter 15

A s soon as I ended the call with Derek Saturday night, I'd turned off all notifications from the security app and refused to open it if I thought he was home. I had mixed feelings about what happened. It had been hot, unbelievably so. Watching him stroke himself, staring into the camera as if he were looking right at me. So hot that every time I thought about it, it was like instant boner action.

At the same time, though, I felt weird about it. It would have been one thing if it was a video call and the visuals went both ways. But it felt like a strange abuse of power or something, even if it all had been done with Derek's permission; hell, his encouragement. When the camera had first clicked on and I saw him pull his stiffy out, I froze in disbelief, flushed from head to toe. I called as soon as I could get my body to catch up to my brain. I did not expect what happened to happen at all.

Here I was driving to Derek's office with a van full of flowers, and I had no idea what to do with myself. Though I wore an earring with a cuff chain again since he seemed to like it so much on our date. I didn't normally wear it at work, too many things for it to get caught on. I wasn't quite sure what to expect when I walked into his office, but I wanted to impress him if I could.

Pushing my cart with the flowers and water solution, I stopped at the front desk, trying to keep my heart from jumping out of my chest from the anticipation. "Good morning, Francie."

The older woman looked up and met me with a big smile. "Good morning, Marley. I have something for you."

"You do?"

"Yes! Mr. Marten wanted me to make sure you got this." She rifled around on her desk before producing an envelope.

My heart pounded in my ears. Why was I so nervous? There had been no indication that anything was wrong, but my brain supplied all kinds of worst-case scenarios, like a letter to tell me everything was off and he didn't want to see me again. "Um, okay." I held out a shaky hand to take the envelope.

"Go ahead, open it, dear. It won't bite you. "

I blew out a breath and tore the envelope open. What was inside surprised me and took me a second to understand. It had my picture on it with the company's logo, a magstripe on the back, and a clip at the top. "A badge?"

"Yes, dear. That gives you full access and will open any door."

"Really?" Full access? To the entire building? That was… not what I was expecting.

"Yup. You won't have to sign in as a guest anymore. As long as you're wearing your badge, you're free to come and go as you please. Though I do hope you'll still stop by and see me."

"Of course, I will. Thank you, Francie."

She offered me a knowing smile and shooed me along. I clipped the badge to the pocket on my shirt before walking down the hallway.

First, he'd given me access to his condo, then the cameras, and now his entire place of business. The amount of trust he placed in me was staggering. We'd only known each other a short time, and he'd essentially handed me the keys to the kingdom. I shook my head, still processing the enormity of that.

Paul was on the phone when I walked up. He smiled and nodded his head toward Derek's door. I'd been here a few times, and still I got butterflies every time I stood outside of his office. Though, everything had changed since last week. Now, the butterflies flew with a mix of trepidation.

His door was open and he was at his desk, but I felt weird walking in unannounced, so I knocked on the doorframe. Derek's head snapped up, and he beamed when he saw me. He stood up and crossed the room quickly, ushering me and my cart into his office, before closing the door, turning the deadbolt, and drawing the blinds closed.

Before a word was said, he pushed me against the wall and bent over me, capturing my mouth in a fiery kiss. My hands went to his back, pulling him closer as his tongue dove into my mouth. After all the unknown of what would happen when I saw him this morning, I didn't expect to be devoured upon arrival. I slid my hands down over the silky material and cupped his muscled ass, tugging him as close as I could get him.

His chest was flush against mine, and again I felt something that made me curious, but with his hard-on pressing into my belly, that drew my attention. Derek kissed me until I was sure I had a beard burn and my lips felt swollen.

When he pulled back, he brushed my longer pink hair aside and stared at me with a lust-filled gaze. As if that intense make-out session only added fuel to the fire. It had for me, and if he kept going, I would be walking out of here with a stain on my pants.

"Good morning, Sunshine." His thick voice did nothing to help my raging wood.

"Ha, yeah. Good morning. Wasn't expecting a greeting like that. "

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I've been thinking about it all weekend."

"Oh, I'm not complaining. You can ravage me like that any time. Only, it might take me a few minutes to recover." My dick throbbed behind my jeans, the friction with Derek pressed into me was almost too much.

Derek stood back and assessed me, his eyes locking onto the bulge behind my zipper. Though his was just as pronounced. "Hmm…that does seem like a problem. Anything we can do about that?"

"What? Here?" I squeaked out. But even with the doubt and uncertainty, I couldn't stop my eyes from sliding past Derek to the dark wood desk. He noticed my attention pull away from him and turned around.

"What are you thinking about?"

I felt my cheeks flush, but with how forthcoming Derek had been, the least I could do was be honest. "Your desk."

One of his brows raised. "My desk? What about it?"

My cheeks were on fire, and I slapped my hands over them to cover. "I may have had a few fantasies about it."

Interest turned his hazel eyes dark. "Really? What kind of fantasies?"

"Oh my God, please forget I said that. It doesn't matter, anyway. Some things are easier in imagination than in reality."

"How so? "

I shrugged. "I like my body. I'm not ashamed of it, but the fact of the matter is, there are some logistics that just don't work for me. That doesn't mean I can't think about them, though."

"I like your body, too. You wear it really well." Derek leaned down and caught my mouth in another crushing kiss. My heart took flight with his easy acceptance and lack of concern about my size.

When he drew back, he cupped my face. "Tell me your fantasies and maybe we can see what we can do."

"You have work to do, I'm sure."

"As far as I'm concerned there is nothing more important right now."

If it weren't for him holding me in place against the wall, I might have melted to the floor. I came here, not knowing what I would say or do, and here he was offering to do things I'd only dreamt of, even with how important I knew his work was to him.

"I have a couple," I said tentatively. Having them and speaking them out loud were totally different things.

Derek kissed my cheek and followed my jaw to my ear, giving me a light nip where the stud was, before whispering. "Tell me one."

I inhaled sharply at his breath feathering over my ear. "It had to do with you in your chair, and me under the desk. But…that's not possible. "

He practically growled as he kissed under my ear. I tilted my head to give him more access as he continued working his way down my throat. My skin was on fire. It had been way too long since I'd had this kind of attention, although with Derek it felt more intense than anything I could remember.

"You know why they made me the boss?" He whispered against my throat.

"Why?"

"Because I'm a problem solver."

He stood back, and I immediately missed the warmth of him infusing into me. But when he gave me a wicked look, heat bloomed from beneath my skin. Derek grabbed my hand and walked toward his desk, and I couldn't do anything but follow.

When we were both behind his desk, he sat down in his chair, looking smug. "So I'm here, then? Yes?"

I swallowed hard and couldn't bring myself to speak, so I answered with a nod, glancing at the small space under his desk. There was no way I would fit in there, but damn if my dick wasn't excited by the sight.

"So, here's how I see it." Derek moved his keyboard and monitor to the side, before tugging me over and having me sit on the edge of his desk, his legs on either side of mine. "Mmhmm. Perfect."

"I was going to…take care of you." My protest was only half-hearted, with Derek's gaze dropping to my crotch. He looked powerful as sin in his chair, but with all his attention on me, it made me feel powerful, too. "This could do, though."

Derek licked his lips before meeting my eyes. "You sure?"

My head bobbed emphatically. "Yeah, yes. Please."

He gave me a smirk but instead of his hands going to my pants, he grabbed his phone. "Paul, make sure I'm not disturbed…I don't know…until I tell you otherwise." The handset crashed down and he returned his full attention to me.

"Are you comfortable here?" Even with his eyes darkened by need, he was still checking in on me.

I planted my hands on the desk behind me, leaning back as far as I could to get my belly out of the way. "Yes. I don't know for how long."

"Tell me to stop and I will." Derek locked eyes with me so I could see his sincerity.

"Okay," I breathed out, feeling like I might come from anticipation alone.

His hands went to the button on my jeans, and the sound of the zipper sliding down had me looking around to make sure no one could see in. I wasn't used to doing anything in such public spaces, but holy shit was this turning me on.

Derek in his full suit and tie, sitting in his leather chair, the feel of the wood beneath my hands, and his short salt-and-pepper hair as he bent over me. I felt the coolness of the air swirl around my dick as it was pulled free from my briefs. The coolness immediately followed by the warmth of Derek's tongue swirling over the head.

"Oh, shit!" I gasped and my hips thrust up of their own accord, chasing the feel of his tongue, wanting more.

" Mmm ," Derek moaned around my head before taking me deeper. My nails scraped against the wood, looking for something to grip as my head fell back at the sensation of being enveloped by his warm mouth. His tongue played around my shaft as he moved up and down.

"Fuck, Derek!"

Putting all of my weight on one hand, I used the other to hold the bottom of my belly up, to give him more room. He dove down, taking me all the way until I could feel the back of his throat.

"Oh, fuck! That feels…so…good. I'm not going to last long."

He answered by groaning around my cock, sending waves of pleasure through me before he increased his pressure, making me cry out, louder than I intended, as I erupted into his throat. I was panting and my toes were cramping from pressing into the floor as he drank me down, swallowing every drop.

When he pulled off, he swiped one last flick of his tongue across my overly sensitive head, making me shiver. He then kissed my underbelly where I'd been holding it up, which made my heart shiver with delight. He tucked me back into place and I sat up, taking the weight off my hand.

As I came back to reality, my whole world felt off-kilter. Derek stood before me and kissed me, holding an arm around my side to stabilize me. The salty taste of me on his tongue was intoxicating. Was this even real? Did that really just happen?

"Mmm, you taste like a sunny day." He pecked one more kiss on my lips before pulling away. My eyes slid down, hoping to see his bulge, and wanting to return the favor somehow, but instead, a wet spot was visible on his trousers.

"You see what you do to me?" He said with a wink.

My eyes widened and my cheeks flushed as I flashed a glance at the door. We were in his office, at his place of business, and he'd not only sucked me off, but had gotten off doing it. "Shit. I'm sorry."

Derek didn't look bothered at all. In fact, he looked rather pleased with himself. "Don't be. I'm not. How's that for your fantasy?"

"Better. So much better."

"Good." He kissed me again before walking over to the large built-in cabinet he had along one wall of his office. He opened it to reveal a few suits and shirts hanging. "In case of emergencies, like late-night dinners, or desktop bjs. "

"Does that happen often?" I asked as he nonchalantly took off his jacket and suit pants before pulling off his boxer briefs and tucking them all into a bag in the cabinet.

He looked over his shoulder as he stood there, cock out, dress shirt and tie still on, doing the sexiest, most powerful version of a Winnie-the-Pooh look. My mouth fell open at the sight, so ready to know what he tasted like. "You're the first, Sunshine, but with you, I'm thinking that won't be the last. What do you say?"

It might have meant more if I'd heard what he said, except how could I be expected to have any sort of thought with him standing there like that? "Huh? What?"

Derek laughed as he stepped into another pair of underwear and took a set of pants off a hanger. Once he'd gotten dressed, I felt like I could think… a little, though my words were still catching up with me. "You want to do that again?"

"I would think that was obvious, but just to be clear; yes. Not specifically here, but yes, I want to see you again, touch you, taste you, whatever I can get with you." He crossed back over as he worked his belt through the loops and stopped in front of me. "I haven't dated in a long time. You know that. It's hard enough to do this at all, but know that you're the only one I want to see. It's probably a terrible idea and I'm bound to be shit at it. But yeah…I'd like this to continue…exclusively. How does that sound? "

"Perfect. That's perfect. I don't want to be with anyone else either. You won't be shit at it, I won't let you, and we'll figure this out together. Besides, we already have a baby together, so I think that means there's already a level of exclusivity." I felt my lips tug up at the word. I'd never considered the alternative. If I was with someone, I was only with them, but it made me feel all kinds of special that he felt that way about me.

He held my hand and his expression turned serious. "Thank you, Marley. Thank you for trusting me."

"You make it pretty easy. And thank you, too. Um, the badge? You didn't have to do that, but that was nice."

"What good is being the boss if I can't give special privileges?" He smirked as he slid his arms through the sleeves of his replacement suit jacket, because of course he still had to be fully matching. Damn ! As sexy as he was half-out of his clothes, he was just as much in his full suit.

"And fulfill fantasies?" I asked as I glanced at the desk I'd been sitting on moments before.

Derek grinned and leaned over me, whispering into my ear, "I am here for any of your fantasies. Whatever you want. Well…almost, I have some limits. But, apparently, my office isn't one of them."

I fanned myself, trying to cool back down. How did he make me so hot so fast? "Is it because I deliver?"

Derek gave me that crooked smile I was absolutely falling for and grabbed my sides, pulling me close. "It does make it convenient. Sexy services brought right to my office, perfect for a busy man like me. Speaking of…I hate to end this moment, but I really should get back to work."

I poked him in the chest. "You're the one that stopped me from doing my job."

"That's true. I'm sorry. I'm sure you have a lot to do today as well." His playful expression sank, and I couldn't have that.

"Oh, I'm not complaining at all. Maybe we both needed to hit the pause button for a moment, and it was definitely worth it." I pressed my mouth to his, savoring his taste, before forcing myself to pull away from his hold. With how good it felt to have his hands on me, it was hard to put space between us.

As I emptied the wooden vases, Derek casually unlocked his office and opened the blinds. The thought of what we'd done and where we'd done it had my cheeks flushing, while also making me long for more.