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“I’ve never experienced anything like that before.” I brushed my fingertips across his cheek. “And yes, I liked it. I liked it a lot. Just don’t expect me to obey your commands anywhere else.” Derek let out a loud laugh and held me closer.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“It’s not something I would have expected out of you. You were always so calm and measured. I could count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen you lose your temper, including the two times you lost your temper at me this month.” I smiled up at him.
“I told you to get to know me.”
“I can’t wait to get to know more of you.” I smoothed a palm down his stomach before he stopped my hand.
“Not tonight.” He kissed my forehead again. “You’re tired.”
“I am not.” I tried to stifle a yawn, making Derek smile and shake his head.
“I told you that you were going to need all of your strength, didn’t I?”
“Whatever.” I rolled over. Derek pulled my body into his and turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness.
“Good night, kitten,” he whispered and planted a kiss behind my ear.
I didn’t respond, but I felt my face spread into a wide grin that stayed in place as I drifted off to sleep in Derek’s arms.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Derek
I woke up feeling amazing. After Jasmine and I confessed our feelings for each other, discussed our pasts and our possible futures, I felt like I was invincible. Since the rift between our families, I’d always felt like something in my life was missing. Occasionally, I wondered if it was her, but I’d always managed to push those feelings aside. Spending all this time with her in Miller’s Cove confirmed it.
Initially, the idea of having to work with Jasmine Morgan pissed me off, but maybe it took us being forced back together to realize that we should have never been apart.
Part of the magic of this feeling was being in Miller’s Cove. It was a secluded, idyllic paradise far away from the stress of our careers and families, completely unburdened by the weight of our pasts. Here, we were just Derek and Jasmine Boyce, two newlyweds who were playing the part too well. Jasmine was right about our situation being complicated, but I was serious about notwanting this feeling to end. I was going to enjoy every carefree moment with Jasmine I could steal until we had to return to our lives.
Another large part of why I woke up feeling so great was because Jasmine had her small, soft hand wrapped around my dick, and she was stroking it gently. Her body was pressed against mine, and her head was resting on my chest.
If I’d made a list of a thousand things I’d thought could possibly happen on this trip, waking up to a hand job from Jasmine Morgan would have been one thousand and one.
“What do you think you’re doing, ma’am?”
“Well”—she picked up her head to look at me, wearing a wicked grin—“I thought it would be obvious, but if you haven’t had the birds and bees talk yet, I’d be happy to explain it to you.” She tightened her grip on my dick and deepened her stroke, making me suck in a sudden intake of breath through clenched teeth. “What you did to me last night was so”—she inched forward and planted a kiss on my lips—“incredibly amazing”—another kiss before she began to slither down my body while maintaining eye contact—“that I thought it would be rude if I didn’t return the favor.” She grinned at me before planting a kiss on the skin just below my belly button. “Sir.” Her use of the word sir made my dick jerk and stiffen in her grasp. She felt it, and her smile widened.
“Is good home training the only reason you want to return the favor?” I couldn’t remember wanting anything as much as I wanted Jasmine’s sweet mouth wrapped around my dick, but I needed her to want it just as much as I did. She bit her bottomlip with a sexy smirk and slowly shook her head a moment before disappearing under the duvet.
The sensations that followed were indescribable. Jasmine began by teasing the head with gentle licks and kisses while continuing to stroke me. Her tongue swirled around my opening before lavishing my shaft with long, slow licks.
I pulled the duvet back so I could watch it slowly disappear and reappear between her lips.
“Yes, kitten.” I sighed and slid her bonnet off so I could stroke her curls before clutching a handful of them in my fist. “That’s such a good kitten.” Jasmine moaned in response to my clutching her hair, and her movements became more frenzied. Her fingernails lightly grazed my balls, and I felt the head of my cock being squeezed into the tight space at the back of her throat… and beyond. Jasmine made a swallowing motion, and I almost lost it.
“Fuck, Jasmine. Fuck,” I hissed, clutching at the bed linens trying to keep myself from exploding like a teenager at the slightest bit of attention, but it was no use. My dick pulsed, shooting thick ropes of cum into Jasmine’s mouth, which she swallowed, somehow making her more sexy. My heart was threatening to break my ribs in an attempt to escape my chest as I continued to watch her lazily clean me with her tongue like a cat, occasionally grazing my still-sensitive tip, making me twitch. I struggled to catch my breath as the realization of my situation washed over me.
Losing control wasn’t the norm for me. I craved it. It’s how I survived. Something about Jasmine Morgan made control harder and harder to grasp. It wasn’t just because the things she was currently doing with her mouth were making my brain short-circuit.
It was how it always was with Jasmine, even when I only saw her as the bossy little girl who would follow me around our parents’ office or the moody teenager who forced me to watch reruns ofSex and the CityandGossip Girl.
Now she was a very grown-up woman who was just as brilliant as she was beautiful, but who even after all of our time apart managed to still hold that place in my heart and soul. I’d thought that part had disappeared, but it was always there. For thirteen years, there had been a piece of me missing, and I hadn’t realized what it was until Jasmine passed out in my arms. Maybe I knew long before that. I thought back to dinner with the Pikes, the coin toss, seeing Tora react to her on the jet… Hell, maybe it started the moment I saw her again in the waiting room at Westwood. Maybe my heart had always held a space for Jasmine Morgan, just waiting for the moment when we would find each other again.
Jasmine tucked a finger between her lips and pulled it out slowly, ending with a soft popping sound. She looked up at me from between my legs and hit me with a smile that was equal parts proud, shy, and mind-blowingly sexy.
That was the moment I realized that I was in love with her. If you asked my brother, he’d tell you that I’d been in love with her since we were teenagers. Admitting CJ was right about anything wasn’t something I readily accepted, but this time I didn’t mind. Falling for Jasmine was the only thing that felt right.
