Ana POV:
Shit, shit, shit!I thought to myself as I shifted through my endless amounts of clothes that Lillian bought me. Who needed this many clothes anyway? I decided to finally pull on my typical pencil skirt and just a regular blouse, then slipping on my pumps. My balance came in a little late, and I nearly fell flat on my face.
My phone beeped in my hand and I slid my finger across the screen, reading the text message I got.
Derek Hale
Would you mind swinging into work a little early this morning? I need a little help with preparing for the meeting this afternoon. Thank you, Miss Beaumont.
I blinked at his formal text message. What happened to his flirting from yesterday? Maybe he was just... in the mood or something. I didn't let it faze me as my fingers typed at the small keyboard.
Ana Beaumont
Yes, Mr. Hale. Leaving right this moment.
I pressed send, not expecting a reply and quickly got my purse. Wobbling down the stairs as quickly as I could, I almost fell yet again, but caught the railing before I could fall to my death. I huffed and pushed my hair out from my face and scowled. I could tell today wouldn't be a good day.
. . .
I walked into my small office outside of Derek's larger office, placing my purse down and digging in for my phone. The text message on the screen nearly almost made me drop my phone.
Derek Hale
Miss Beaumont, I suggest you leave formalities aside. You have no idea what you do to me when you call me that. I expect you to be in my office as soon as you arrive.
My face burned red and I was sure that the blush ran from my cheeks down to my chest. I fanned myself a little bit, then stopped worrying if people seen my redness. No one was here anyway. I sat down in my chair for a moment to catch my breath. My heart beat didn't calm as I continued to think about fantasies that I had of my super sexy boss. You shouldn't be thinking like this, Ana. It's bad for you. What if you're not good enough and he kicks you on the curb?
He wouldn't do that.
How do you know?
He's nice, that's why.
You've known him for two days. How about you calm your horny self down and take a chill pill?I shut my inner thoughts out as I ran into the break room, making Derek's coffee just the way he liked it before walking to his door and knocking.
"Come in," his voice rang out through the door as I grabbed the knob of the door and twisted it. My pumps crossed over the threshold as I looked down towards the ground focusing hard so I wouldn't trip. "Ana, no need to look at the floor. It won't go anywhere."
"Yes, I know that, but I might," I laughed softly as I placed the coffee on his desk. I made a huge mistake as I shifted my eyes from the floor, to the coffee, then up his well defined arm, broad shoulder, then his amazingly beautiful face. I swear, I nearly had an orgasm from just looking at him. My heart beat picked up considerably and I swallowed hard. His stunning green eyes pierced into mine, and I nearly fell due to my knees buckling.
"I'll be here to catch you if you fall," his smile dazzled me and I blushed harder than before. I tried to hide it with my hair, but he wasn't going to have that. "Don't hide from me. I don't like it when you hide your beautiful face." I pushed my hair from my face and tucked stands behind my ear. "Go lock the door, Ana."
I didn't hesitate as I did as my boss told me. I walked on shaky legs to his door, locking it rather quickly. I placed my forehead on the cool door to calm myself down when I felt a hot body mold itself against my back. Holy shit, I wanted this more than anything else in the world. He didn't do anything but just hold me against him. My body tingled all over, and I knew he felt it, too. His hands slid to my hips, gripping them lightly before turning me around. My body molded against his as he placed his forehead against mine. I looked him in his eyes when his hand traveled down my thigh to my knee, gripping the back and hoisting my leg on his hip, pulling my body closer to his. I felt his erection pressing against my lower stomach as he licked his lips, slowly rocking his hips against mine.
"Hi," my stupid self blurted out quietly as I felt my panties dampen from his hips sliding back and forth against mine.
"Hi, gorgeous," his husky voice whispered to me, brushing his lips against mine. My stomach was doing a billion back flips and my throat was dry. Yes, I was fucking nervous. I haven't got laid in a long time, and I never had sex with anyone as sexy as him. My tongue subconsciously swiped out to wet my lips, simultaneously licking his. Fuck, they were tasty. I was still entirely too hesitant to even touch him.
My eyes roamed over his body. And damn if his suit didn't outline every inch of muscle that laid beneath the soft, expensive fabric. His suit was black, like his messy locks, his tie green to make his eyes seem more prominent. My skin went cold as my nerves fully set in. I can't do this, I can't.
"Ana? Is something wrong?" Derek asked, raising an eyebrow in concern. His right hand traveled up to cup my chin, forcing me to look him in his gorgeous eyes. I swallowed harshly, my heart rate getting quicker and quicker.
"I-I can't do this, Derek," I choked out softly. He smiled softly and pecked my cheek, his lips warming my skin instantly.
"We don't have to, Ana. If you're worried that I'm just using you for sex, you're wrong," he looked me in the eyes and I raised an eyebrow. My heart fluttered at his words, but I still felt uneasy about the situation. What if his wife finds out? What if the news hears about it? Derek is an extremely powerful man in this business and the magazines are over him like butter on toast.
"We have to keep this a secret, okay?" I whispered softly, my eyes locking to his like a magnet. I was trying to feed him reassurance to keep a secret promise between us without saying words.
"Ana," he chuckled softly as his lips ran across my temple, sending a shiver down my spine. I huffed out in aggravation.
"I'm serious."
"Why would I tell, Ana? Really? My job would be on the line and more importantly yours. I wouldn't jeopardize you like that," he spoke firmly, yet calmly. I closed my eyes as his lips ghosted down my slim jaw, then my slender neck to my collar bone. His hands then traveled slowly down to the backs of my thighs, caressing all of my curves. I slump my forehead against his shoulder as he hoisted my legs around his waist, my back flat against the door. My compliance was the silent agreement he needed as his hands slid up underneath of my skirt, teasing the edge of my panties and threatening to slip inside.
"Derek!" I squeaked as his long fingers pulled a bit at the fabric. His lust-filled laugh filled the room as he heard my squeal. I could tell he was in his element, and I certainly wasn't about to stop him.
"I love that noise," he growled playfully as his strong hand started ripping the small piece of fabric, the sound echoing through the entire room. My eyes nearly popped out of my head.
"Me squealing, or the sound of you ripping my underwear in half?" I playfully flirted back as his teeth nipped softly at the flesh of my neck.
"No shame in saying both make me hard," his hips rolled against mine harshly, causing a loud moan to escape my mouth. "I love that sound even better. I rolled my eyes as I rocked my hips against his, my sex feeling his throbbing member. He took the small scraps of my panties and shoved them into his jacket pocket.
"I'm keeping these," Derek's smirk grew, licking his teeth before diving in to lick the tops of my breasts. I hadn't realized he already started unbuttoning my blouse until his tongue and lips started going lower, dipping in to taste the valley between my breasts.
I finally got enough courage to touch him; my hands ran up his forearms to his broad shoulders, memorizing the feel of his taut muscles beneath the fabric. I let my fingers begin to caress his tie before slowly undoing the knot, and then throwing it on the floor. The friction of our clothes bodies rubbing against one another was driving me insane. I needed him, and I needed him soon or I'd explode.
He quickly gathered the fabric of my blouse before tossing it across the room somewhere. I yelped, blinking my eyes quickly in surprise. He gripped my thighs tightly before toting me to his desk, shoving everything to the side before resting me on my back, pulling me by my knees to bring his hardness closer to my sex. I moaned every time his hips made a pass by mine.
"You're so beautiful like this, Ana," his voice filtered through the room, deep and dark with lust. My horny inner teenager was clawing her way to the surface as his lips ran down my neck to my chest, pulling the straps of my bra down, his stubble tickling my skin. His hand unclasped my bra, chucking it to the ground before devouring my breasts with his mouth. I mewled in pleasure, my eyes rolling back into my head as his stubble grazed my sensitive nipples. My spine shivered in pleasure, my legs pulling his throbbing length closer and closer to my soaked sex. I panted like a starved dog as his mouth pampered my breasts.
"Please, Derek... I need you," I moaned loudly, pulling his face away from my chest, smashing my lips against his. His tongue shoved its way in between my lips, wrestling mine for dominance. Of course he won, but I didn't mind. Every minute in between our hot make out session, a piece of clothing came off. Eventually we were both naked, his cock sliding dangerously close to my entrance. I lifted my hips, his length slipping deep inside of me. My eyes widened before I arched my back in pleasure. I wasn't used to having such a big intruder inside of my body, but I'll be damned if I said it didn't feel fucking amazing.
Derek let me adjust to his size before slowly grinding his hips against mine, his cock sliding out until just the very tip was in, then slammed his hips back to mine. Each thrust of his hips earned an embarrassing mewl from me, which excited him even further. I pulled his body closer to mine, the sheen layer of sweat that was clinging to our bodies, making his thrusting easier.
"Damnit," he growled loudly as I felt his abs contract against my stomach. The tightening in my lower stomach told me I couldn't last much longer. My body temperature was rising more and more each time he thrust quicker and quicker. I couldn't keep up with his stamina, so I let him take control. He caressed my body with his strong hands, and his lips continued to skim my soft skin.
"I-I'm close," I warned him as my muscles tightened around his cock. His face contorted with pleasure, so much it almost seemed painful as I felt him release inside of me as soon as I screamed his name out in climax. My throat was hurting, but I didn't care. I could fucking care less if anyone heard me, because I just yelled his name, and that made him mine.
I kept my eyes closed as my heart beat began to slow, and I caught my breath. Derek nestled his face into the crook of my neck as he caught his breath as well, his lips running lightly over the flesh of my neck. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, clinging almost, but he didn't seem to mind. For what felt like forever, we laid there. Not moving, not speaking. It wasn't awkward, it felt like it was how it was supposed to be. I opened my eyes slowly, letting my eyes adjust to the light.
Ana, you sound like a cheesy Lifetime movie. Get a grip.
Shut the fuck up, I feel amazing.
"So, kitten. How about that lunch date?" he said as he started to stand up, smirking sexily down at me. I smiled softly back at him, my face reddening from looking at his post-sex glow.