Page 29 of Inevitable Secrets

Taylor broke the kiss and Derrick made a noise of frustration until he felt her lips on his neck. She slowly skimmed them down his body, laying soft kisses on his wounds, all the way down to the waistband of his boxers. Taylor kissed above it and then she slowly eased the band of his Calvins down with one finger, her lips right behind it.

Derrick moved to pull his shorts out of the way of the path of her amazing mouth and Taylor slapped his hands away. “Just relax,” she instructed softly.

“Babe, I cannotrelax with your lips that close to my cock,” Derrick groaned out as his breath hastened in anticipation.

Taylor looked at him with a thoughtful expression. “Well then, maybe I should stop,” she threatened, moving back slowly, releasing the band of his boxers and allowing them to snap back.

“No!” Derrick shouted, throwing his hands up in defeat and then laying them on the bed and laying stock still. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

Taylor smiled at her success and then slid her fingers back beneath the waistband and slowly tugged his shorts down over his hips. Derrick did move up slightly only to help them be removed, and she allowed that.

Once his boxers were out of the way Derrick’s cock sprung, firm and ready. Taylor wasted no time, put her lips over him, then took his length in her mouth. Though Taylor’s mouth was hot, shivers swept through Derrick’s body. His breaths started to come faster as she moved her mouth up and down his hard shaft. The friction she created made Derrick’s chest tighten a bit in discomfort, but he could easily ignore that. With the way Taylor was making him feel, he could have ignored a bomb going off beside him.

Derrick thread his fingers into Taylor’s hair, desperate to feel her, to touch her. Taylor looked up at him from where she was and the sight of her, looking at him, his cock in her mouth and all the sensations tingling through his limbs was about to set Derrick off. But he didn’t want it to be over yet.

When she hollowed out her cheeks and created suction as she moved her mouth over his straining rod, Derrick was sure he saw stars.

“Tay, please,” he choked out, “I need you. I need to be inside you.” Taylor complied, moving herself up and then positioning her ready core over Derrick’s mouth-moistened cock.

As Taylor slid down onto Derrick’s hard length, they both groaned. He needed this. He needed her, and apparently she needed him, too. But he needed more, needed to be closer. He sat up, even though it hurt, and slid his hands up her body. He pulled her to his chest as she moved over him, pushing through the burning at his surgical sites because not being closer to her would cause him even more pain. And despite her earlier warning to not move, Taylor didn’t stop him and instead slid her arms around him.

He kissed her neck. “I love you, Taylor Preston-Fletcher. No one has ever made me feel the euphoria you make me feel,” he whispered in her ear. At his words, he felt Taylor shudder against him.

“I love you, too,” she gasped out as she came, her orgasm quaking her core, milking Derrick’s cock as it shook through her, and he followed right behind her.

“You know,” Derrick said moments later, the two of them still joined, “a shower would really, really help me rest at my optimal rest-ability.”

“Oh, yeah?” Taylor asked, smiling at him.

“Mmmhmmm,” Derrick assured her, “and I will need assistance because, you know, I am fragile and healing and all.”

Taylor raised her brows at him. “Derrick, I have work to do.”

“Yeah, but won’t you be able to focus better on work knowing that I am cleaned and settled into bed?”

Taylor rolled her eyes, “You are good at this manipulation thing, you know that?”

“It is a skill that has done me well in life,” Derrick admitted.

Taylor got herself to her feet, “Okay Mr. Fletcher, come with me, it is time for your sponge bath.”

A smile spread wide over Derrick's face. “Anything you say, Mrs. Preston-Fletcher.”

Nine

Taylor had managedto find a sort of routine in the days that followed, and it all helped to keep her mind off of the turmoil that still hung around at the edges of her mind. She worked with the Preston Corp and Fletcher Enterprises staff during the day in the Fletcher mansion’s main dining room turned office. Throughout her workday, she would take breaks and check in on Derrick, who was working with physical therapists to stay strong and being evaluated nightly by his surgeon and primary care physician, both of whom were overjoyed with his progress.

Forty-eight hours after agreeing to shut down all Preston Corp facilities for the “emergency security review,” Henry came to Taylor in the makeshift Preston and Fletcher command center.

“Mrs. Preston-Fletcher, I have an updated security report for you about Preston Corp,” he told her formally.

“Does that mean the security is all set now, Henry?” Todd asked, “because we really need to—”

“The determination of whether or not security is sufficient lies with Mrs. Preston-Fletcher,” Henry answered bluntly and Todd glared back at the hulking man.

“Of course, please tell us your findings,” Charlie said, sitting back expectantly.

“If you two will excuse us,” Taylor said, and was met with shock from both Todd and Charlie at their dismissal. But Taylor just waited, and finally the two men awkwardly excused themselves from the room.

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