Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Jessica opened her mouth to tell the other woman to get over herself already, but Derek stiffened and spoke first.
“That’s enough,” he growled and immediately turned to Jessica. “Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he said, ignoring Claire completely.
“Sounds perfect,” she said, putting a hand on his arm.
Claire glared one last time at Jessica, then spun around and walked away.
Jessica glanced at Derek. “Are you okay?”
As he looked at her, his gaze softened. “I’m fine but I’ll be even better when we get home.”
Chapter Sixteen
Settled into the back of the Town Car, Derek tried to calm his raging anger toward Claire—it was one thing for his ex to insult him after he’d rejected her advances for the umpteenth time since their breakup, but to turn her nastiness to Jessica was fucking unacceptable.
And what the hell had that been about, anyway? He’d seen Claire treat Jessica similarly at the bachelor auction. It was as though these two had a history of some sort—and a very antagonistic one on Claire’s part. But he had no idea what the issue was.
He wanted to ask, but when he glanced over at Jessica and saw her looking out the back passenger window, subdued and with a pensive look on her face, he decided that those questions could wait. Claire had already put a damper on things, but Derek didn’t want to ruin the rest of the evening. Tonight was about them, no outside influences to spoil a romantic evening that was still salvageable.
Derek didn’t want to talk. He just wanted, no, needed Jessica.
He hit the privacy divider between the front and back seats, and Jessica turned her head, a surprised look on her face. She’d clearly been taking her cues from his bad mood, giving him space to deal with Claire’s drama, but from this moment on, he wouldn’t let his ex consume another second of his thoughts.
Focusing solely on Jessica, he gave her a wicked smile and crooked his finger at her. “Come sit on my lap.”
She tipped her head to the side, a playfully coy look touching her expression. “Do you plan to take advantage of me in the back of this car, Mr. Bettencourt?”
“Possibly, Ms. Cavanaugh.” He smirked, immersing himself completely in this seduction. “Why don’t you come here and find out?”
Her teeth scraped across her bottom lip, and she looked hesitant for a moment. “Are . . . you okay? I mean, after all that?”
He warmed at her concern but there was no need for her to worry. “I’m here with you, so I’m better than okay.” Then, he gave her a stern look and patted his lap. “Now come here.”
His commanding tone did the trick. A flash of desire lit up her pretty eyes, and she slid across the leather bench seat, settling herself across his thighs. He slid a hand up her back, beneath the fall of her silky hair, then twisted his fingers in the strands close to the back of her scalp.
He gave it an experimental pull.
Her lips parted on a soft moan, and her lashes fell half-mast, telling him everything he needed to know: his sweet girl liked to be manhandled when it came to sex.
Keeping her hair fisted in his hand, he brought her mouth to his and kissed her. Slowly, thoroughly, deliberately—gradually deepening the connection and using his tongue to completely seduce her. Her body went lax against his, her palms sliding beneath his jacket and pressing against his chest as he continued to make out with her.
With his free hand, he pulled up the hem of her gown until the fabric reached her knees, then drew slow, languid circles up the inside of her thigh. She moaned into his mouth, and without him even having to ask, she spread her legs, inviting him even higher. He reached her panties, already damp with her arousal, and he pushed his fingers beneath the soaked panel of fabric to stroke her bare flesh.
She sucked in a quick breath, and he curled his tongue around hers, keeping her quiet as he filled her up with two of his fingers and pressed his thumb against her clit. Her legs fell open even wider, her hips rocking rhythmically against his hand as he lazily fucked her with his fingers and rubbed her clit.
He swallowed her moans and kept up his ministrations, bringing her to the edge of orgasm and stopping. She squirmed on his lap, whimpered against his lips, and tried to pull back her head to make other loud noises, but his fingers against her scalp controlled her movements.
Her hands gripped the front of his shirt as he started up again, and when he finally lifted his mouth from hers so she could catch her breath, she looked at him with wild eyes, her cheeks beautifully flushed, her lips swollen from his long, ardent kisses.