Dirty Boss: An Office Romance (Dirty Series Book 3) V.T. Do (best books to read fiction .txt) 📖

I leaned my head back against him once more and closed my eyes, a small groan making its way out of my body.

He inserted a finger inside of me, and I automatically clenched around him. “Tell me if this is too much.”

I shook my head slightly. “It’s not too much.” Never too much.

“Good,” he said, adding another finger, stretching me out.

My hands tightened around him, and I moved my legs and hips when the sensations became a bit too much, only Dereck didn’t let up.

His fingers continued to move in and out of me, his other hand, which he had wrapped around my waist, holding me still.

“Watch, Lily. I want you to look at what I’m doing to you. And know that I am the only man who can offer this to you,” he commanded, a growl in his voice. It was hard to ignore. I opened my eyes and watched as his fingers moved in and out of me. I was so slick now that I could hear the noises my sex made every time he moved, could feel how my arousal was dampening the bedsheets beneath me, and knew I was close.

He rubbed his thumb over my clit, and that was my undoing.

I threw my head back and came with a shout. Dereck kept up his pace, prolonging my orgasm for as long as possible.

I came a second time, this one smaller than the first, but no less earth-shattering, and finally, when I came back down, all I could do was lie there, completely and utterly spent.

After Dereck cleaned me up—for real this time—he carried me into the bathroom, where we got ready for bed.

He didn’t ask if I was spending the night with him, and I didn’t either. We were just doing that. I watched him on his side of the mirror, brushing his teeth, while I did the same. We were both naked, and it was hard not to admire his strength. The muscles bulging out, even when he wasn’t flexing. Despite having an office job, Dereck had the body of someone who went to the gym on a daily basis, and it was taking everything in me not to walk over to him and lick every crease I came into contact with.

I squirmed a little, and he shot me a knowing look.

After, we climbed into bed together, and Dereck adjusted us, placing me on top of him and pulling the covers over us.

I sighed and snuggled in closer to him. I could get used to this.

I shouldn’t get used to this, but at this very moment, he felt too good for me to care about why this wasn’t a good idea.

His rough, calloused hands felt amazing against my soft skin, and I had almost drifted off when he spoke. “Tell me, Lily. Where do you see yourself in five years?”

I picked my head up so I could look at him. His eyes were shuttered, and I didn’t know what he was thinking. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Professionally? Or in my personal life.”

“Both, I guess.”

I shook my head, my mind coming up blank. “Honestly, I have never really given much thought to my future, or at least, not in short-term.” I shrugged, and he smiled encouragingly for me to continue, so I did. “I want to manage a team and help create and bring my designs to life. I’ve been in love with architecture since I was twelve, when Jerimiah took me to Paris in celebration of his business taking off. There we saw the Eiffel Tower, and for the love of me, I couldn’t understand why this building was so famous. It was hideous, especially during the daytime. I think a famous artist once described it as “an ungainly skeleton.” I agree with the sentiment.”

Dereck smiled a little at that, and I mirrored him, offering a small one of my own.

“So, it’s not the Eiffel Tower that inspired you to get that architectural degree at Yale?”

My eyes widened in surprise. “How did you know where I went to school?”

His smile widened. “Your brother told me when he warned me to stay away from you.”

“He did?”

Dereck winced at the high-pitched squeak coming out of me. “Careful, love. Jerimiah was just looking out for you. As he should. You, my beautiful girl, are entirely too sweet for this cruel world.”

“Oh, no. Not you too. Please don’t treat me like breakable glass. I get enough of that from Jerimiah.”

He shook his head, his eyes light with amusement. “No, not breakable glass. But infinitely too precious for the likes of me.”

I rolled my eyes at that.

“I have been meaning to ask you. Why are you working at one of your brother’s restaurants?”

“Huh? I don’t work there.”

“I saw you on Friday. You were waitressing.”

“Oh. One of the waitresses there is a really good friend of mine. It was her son’s birthday, and she couldn’t find someone to cover her shift, so I took over.”

He seemed to relax at my answer. I looked at him questioningly, and he offered me a small smile. “Good. I don’t like the idea of other men looking at you while you waitress there.”

I snorted. “Oh, come on. You are just as bad as Jerimiah. I admit, some of the customers can get a little… friendly. But it is not as serious as you make it out to be.”

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. I grinned, and he tweaked my nose playfully. “Back to the topic, love.”

That was the second time he’d called me “love.” I ignored the way the word made my heart hurt and tried to remember where in the story I had left off.

“Actually, it was the Eiffel Tower that inspired me to get my degree. Despite so many protests over the construction of the Eiffel Tower, Gustave Eiffel wholeheartedly believed in his design. He saw what everyone didn’t. What I didn’t. The Eiffel Tower is