He sucked in a breath and held it when he watched what I was doing.
I knew this was an experience he’d lived through in his mind, a story he’d written for himself. A fantasy was unfolding in front of his eyes, my skirt rising up as I moved to my knees on the bare hardwood floor.
He still didn’t take a breath as he looked at me, like he couldn’t believe this was real, that this was about to happen and he didn’t even have to ask. His cock twitched like it was eager to slide past my warm lips and glide across my tongue.
My fingers moved to the buttons of my blouse, and I popped them open so he could see my cleavage in my push-up bra. Then I grabbed the base of his dick, my fingers wrapping around its thickness, and I pointed his swollen head at my mouth as I inched closer, and I slowly dragged my tongue over his skin like it was a delicious popsicle.
He immediately inhaled a deep breath, practically wincing because the touch was so raw.
I did it again and again, watching his eyes darken and intensify, his cock throbbing in my hand.
I pushed my mouth over his crown and shoved him slightly down my throat, letting him stretch me a bit before I pulled out again, the spit building up in my cheeks. I licked my lips before I looked him dead in the eye and said, “Fuck my mouth.”
He inhaled another breath before he fisted his hand in my hair and released a loud moan, like that was the button he wanted to be pressed, like that was exactly what he wanted to hear. His fingers dug into the back of my neck, and he thrust in my mouth, fucking me just like I’d asked. “Baby…take that dick.”We didn’t go out for breakfast like we planned.
We ended up in bed, naked under the sheets, lying side by side as we stared at each other. His thick arms were around my waist as his head rested inches from mine, his eyes looking into my face like my features were mesmerizing, even when my makeup was a shitshow after all the stuff we’d just done. I loved it when he surrounded me with masculine strength, when he just held me and looked at me like this.
My stomach rumbled, announcing my hunger.
His eyes softened like he thought it was cute. “Want to get breakfast?”
“There’s no time…”
“We can go on the way.”
“No. I know you need to get to work. And I’d rather spend our last few minutes like this.” My fingers touched his arm lightly, feeling the thick muscles of his sexy arms. I wasn’t a petite woman. I was five-seven, had wide birthing hips, and a loud personality. It was nice to be with a man big enough to make me feel small for a change.
“I really don’t mind. There’s more to life than work.”
My eyes narrowed at his comment. “Did Derek Hamilton just say there was more to life than work?”
He shrugged. “There is. I’ve learned that the hard way.”
“What are you talking about?”
He stared at me for a while before he answered. “I’ve neglected my parents for many years. Dex made me realize it. I’m committed to my work for a lot of reasons, but they aren’t going to be around forever, and I should treasure the time I have with them. Not once have I asked my dad to go out to a game or something. And a lot of times, he’s asked me to do stuff and I was too busy. He told me not to beat myself up over it. There’s still time to change things.”
My eyes softened.
“So, we have time to go out to breakfast…if you’ll join me.”
“I don’t want to distract you from your work. You’re carving time out of your day, when we should spend time together outside of work, but I’m the reason we can’t do that. That’s not fair.”
“That’s not how I see it. You’re a priority. I don’t know how many times I’ve heard ambitious people lose their partners because they wouldn’t make time for them. I don’t want to make that mistake with you. You’re important to me, so you’re a priority. Your daughter is important to you, and she’s your priority.”
My god, this man was too good to be true. Why was I the woman he was lying next to in that moment? Why was I the woman he wanted to be with when he could have literally any woman he wanted? Why was I the woman who somehow earned his affection when I was unremarkable in comparison? He was a gorgeous billionaire, and I was an almost-thirty-year-old single mom who’d never actually been alone as an adult because I’d had my daughter so young. “That means a lot to me, Derek.” I waited for him to tell me he loved me, but those words never came out of his mouth. But I wasn’t anxious to hear him make that kind of commitment because he showed me how he felt every single day—and that meant a lot more anyway.