“So you realized that those transfers to Iran or dealings in North Korea were being used to mask the money actually going to Nadia’s accounts?” I ask.
He nods. “Offshore accounts she set up in the Bahamas and Cayman Islands,” he says. “But I couldn’t be sure until she fired you for them. Only the person that set them up would know they existed since they were fake.”
I should be upset at this man. He basically took my sleuthing and did some sort of mind fuck to get what he needed.
But I dunno…I guess I’m also glad that he’s not a terrorist. Oh my God, did you just hear me? Like have my standards fallen so low that I'm now glad if the man I’m with isn’t an international criminal?
“You could've just told me, you know,” I tell him, walking to the bar. “You could've trusted me.”
“I didn’t take the chance to tell you, Alicia,” Derek says looking into my eyes. “Because I didn’t want you involved at all.”
“Why not?” I ask back, my indignation piqued.
“Because…I love you.”
Oh.
Well, let’s let that statement hang there.
Derek walks around the bar.
“But all that is over now,” he says and wraps his arms around me. “My money is returned and we have no secrets between each other. We won’t let anything ever get in the middle of us again. Deal?” he asks.
“Except clothes?” I ask, smiling at my cheesy joke.
“Well we won’t let them get between us for long.”
I don’t know how or why I squeal, but I do. And in three seconds, I’m kissing him passionately.
Yeah. So I’m turned on. So sue me.
We’re in his private jet, the whole cabin to ourselves… What do you expect me to do? Sit still while the man I love is so damn close to me? No way, Jose.
I’m telling you, it’s impossible for me to get tired of him. I can’t, I really can’t. He is perfection incarnate. And knowing that this perfect man has only space in his heart for one woman—me—is enough to make me go delirious.
There’s no need for talking: both he and I know that whenever we are alone our bodies scream for each other. That’s just one of the unwritten rules of life.
He grins at me, his hands on my waist as he kisses me with a gentleness I would never believe he had in him just a few weeks ago. It’s still hard for me to understand how everything unfolded up to this point. But it happened… And now, Derek and I are two inseparable and matching pieces… If only I knew right from the start how maddening his kiss would be I’d have jumped on him as soon as he was within reach.
No matter; he’s here now, his hands cupping my ass over my tight black dress as his cock becomes hard. There’s a slow burning ache between my legs, my pussy becoming as wet as it has ever been. God, Derek is going to be the end of me.
I take one hand to his crotch, pressing against his cock with the open palm of my hand and rubbing over it. Softly, I trace its contour with just the tip of my fingers, imagining how it will feel to have his long member sliding inside of me mercilessly. He’s so damn big; he’s so huge that I still have a hard time understanding how it’s even possible for something like it to exist. His shape is long and thick, perfect in all things, and I can’t help but salivate at the thought of having him deep inside my mouth…
My heart races fast as I try to wrap my mind around the fact that something as big as his throbbing member has already been inside of me, that huge head of his pushing against my folds and stretching me wide. I’m the luckiest woman in the world, there’s no denying it.
With that mental image engraved in my mind, I start unbuttoning his pants, brushing my fingers over his boxer briefs. My heart is drumming anxiously inside my chest, and I slide my hand under his underwear, my fingers curling around his member as if they have a life of their own. I start stroking him in all his length, going over from his tip to his root; I can’t wait to feel each and every inch of his cock deep inside of me.
If we keep going at it like this he’s going to ruin me, I just know it. Now that there’s nothing in our way, it’s just impossible for me to keep my hands off of him. And that sounds so good. What could possibly be better than having my body completely destroyed by Derek’s massive cock? Not many things, I’d wager.
I caress his balls with my other hand, still grasping his cock tight while I move my hand up and down, from his tip to the base, marveling at his size. I need it inside of me again. I need that as much as I need air to breathe and my heart to beat. It would be a sin to waste such a majestic gift, don’t you think?
He nibbles at my lower lip, his hands going down my cheeks and neck to the round mounds of my breasts, grabbing and squeezing gently. Possessed by what I’d describe as an insatiable hunger for my breasts, he
slides the shoulder straps of my dress down my arms and then leans into me and starts sucking on my right nipple, pulling down the cup of my bra and holding it in place with his long fingers. I can’t help but moan as his tongue dances in circles around it, lapping at it endlessly.
Derek leans into me, his lips against my ear, and he whispers.
“I can’t get enough of you, Alicia. And I’m going to fuck you very, very hard.”