The song starts, and I reach over, flicking off my radio and putting my stuff away. The office is almost totally deserted, but that’s fine, I enjoy having these hours with just Derrick in my ear as I do my work. I guess going two for two on number one rated apps across multiple platforms and another expected hit with our new game gets me a few extra benefits, and one of them is I get to pick my own hours now . . . except for meetings.
I’m going to keep riding this for a while longer. I’m motivated, and taking a risk in doing another solo app after we wrap the game, but that’s okay. A simple, easy to use standalone program that helps you lockdown your devices and prevent spyware is something that’s been in the PC market for a while, but keeps being ignored in the mobile market. No longer, not when I’m done.
It’s a high-profile project because while the inspiration came from our incident, the potential implementations could be amazing in securing governmental agency phones from tapping. I told Derrick that we could be the first beta-testers because since the big deal with Susannah, we haven’t been as bold in phone conversations or FaceTime. We save our real dirty talk for the bedroom when it’s just the two of us, with the phones in the other room. Still, we both miss the little thrill that comes from showing off for each other.
Getting behind the wheel of my car, I catch the end of the outro music for The Love Whisperer, then change the channel. The new show format has been awesome, simpler and more conversational with just Derrick. He’s still got a producer, I talked with her once when I called in, but they decided to skip the co-host role and now the on-air is all Derrick.
People seem even more responsive now that they know he’s happily in a relationship. It was rocky there at first when he lost the ‘available’ appeal, but people have come around, and he says it adds believability to his advice, even though he’s always been pretty spot-on. According to Derrick, after the initial short-term dip, his ratings are stronger than ever. So much so that the bigwigs have been talking to him and Quincy about going the syndication route, and he even got invited to LA to be a guest panel member for some TV show. He hasn’t decided about either opportunity yet though, saying he’s happy with what he’s got at work and at home.
I get home and change quickly, missing the sensation of having him here. We’ve both been working so hard the last few weeks, getting the programming just right on a difficult segment of coding, and Derrick’s been tied up with recording his extra shows so he can do some extra project that he’s been really secretive on. A few months ago, I would have been worried, distrustful . . . but that was then. Now, love and trust are together, and I’ve never doubted his intentions for a moment.
“Besides,” I murmur as I quickly change clothes, “the good mornings and even better nights are that much sweeter when we spend every spare moment wrapped up in each other’s arms, whispering dirty things in each other’s ears.”
I’m just slipping on my sexiest heels, not for height reasons but just because I know Derrick likes my legs in these, when he comes in from work. “Hey babe. Good show. Loved the caller who wanted advice on self toys.”
Derrick comes over and gives me a kiss on the cheek, hugging me from behind. “Thanks,” he growls, nibbling at my ear and sending tingles down my spine. “Fuck, you’re so damn gorgeous, Kitty Kat. Those heels make me want to bend you over and lick down the line of your legs before flipping you onto your back and making them become ‘in the air’ shoes.
I raise an eyebrow, moaning lightly as he licks at the curve of my earlobe and traces a single fingertip along my upper thigh. “Why aren’t we doing that, then? Let’s stay home, order in and change into something more . . . comfortable while you get a taste of my pussy and I get a sip of your cream. Then we can eat to regain our strength, and fuck again . . . all night long.”
Derrick moans and kisses my neck again before releasing me and stepping back. “I wanted to do this differently, more . . . something, but I can’t wait anymore.”
Reaching into his jacket, Derrick takes out a plain black jewelry box. It’s narrow, but I don’t care about the box . . . I care about the look in his eyes and the love in his heart as he opens the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring. It’s not gaudy, it’s classic, a simple platinum band with a single square cut diamond in the middle. “Derrick . . ..”