Dirty Boss: An Office Romance (Dirty Series Book 3) by V.T. Do (short novels in english TXT) 📕

do that. For her, I could do it. It might kill me, but goddamn it, I would do it.

“Remember when I said you’re in control?” I ran my pointer finger up and down her soft cheek, loving the small shiver the simple contact elicited from her.

“Yes.”

“Good. I meant it. What we do or don’t do will be entirely up to you. Understand? I won’t ever pressure you to give more before you’re ready. But, baby, you have to tell me what it is that you want. I don’t want to fuck this up, fuck us up, before we even begin.”

She paused, her big gray eyes taking me in. A man would likely kill to have those eyes on him for the rest of his life, I was sure of it. Then she smiled, and I felt like I was able to breathe again.

Her next words, however, took my breath away again in just a fraction of a second. “Take me to bed, Dereck.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” No hesitation on her part.

“Tell me, Lily. How experienced are you? How many sexual partners have you have?”

Her blush told me the answer before her mouth could. Still, I wanted her to confirm it for me.

“Does it matter?”

“No. Not at all. Whether you’ve have none or twenty, it doesn’t matter. I will be the only man in your bed from now on. But I need to know how careful I need to be with you tonight. I don’t want to hurt you, baby. I would rather cut off my own arm.”

“Yes, I know that.” She looked down at my chin and bit her bottom lip.

I groaned and cupped her cheek, gently running the pad of my thumb over her swollen lips. “You’re killing me.”

She smiled briefly, meeting my eyes for a quick second before looking back down again. “Two. B-but it’s been a while. I don’t know if I would be any good for you…”

I cupped her cheeks with my hands and brought her gaze back to me. “Stop. You don’t worry about making it good for me. Can’t you tell how great we’ll be together? Can’t you feel the chemistry between us? I have no doubt I will enjoy every minute that I’m with you. Understand?”

Her smile was soft, and she mirrored my actions, placing her hand gently on my cheek, running her soft palm over my rough stubble. I closed my eyes and savored her touch. “Okay,” she breathed out. “Now take me to bed, Dereck. Make me yours.”

5

Dereck

Mine.

Lily was mine.

She sealed her fate when she agreed to come home with me tonight. She was mine, now and forever. No longer able to wait another minute… another second, I took her lips with mine and kissed her.

She let out a small whimper that nearly had me coming in my pants as I gripped her waist and hauled her in closer to me.

Lily kissed me back, and whereas there had always been a sort of hesitancy in her touch before, that was gone now, and in its place was the bold, passionate touch of a true seductress.

And I was seduced.

Wholly and helplessly seduced.

I pulled back just enough to say, “Wrap your legs around me.”

She did as I asked, and I positioned my hands on her ass, keeping her in place as I made my way inside the house.

We never broke away from the kiss.

I blindly moved, stumbling a little when my foot caught the end of a side table on my way upstairs.

She let out a small giggle against my lips, which quickly turned into a moan when I deepened the kiss.

Somehow, miraculously, we made it upstairs and into my bedroom, both intact.

I dropped her on the large king-size bed, and she fell with an oomph, glaring up at me.

“Hey.” She pouted.

I grinned. “What am I going to do with you?”

“I have a few ideas,” she answered breathlessly.

“Just a few?”

She shrugged and offered a playful smile. “I’ll let you take charge and decide.”

A small, tortured groan escaped my lips. “You’re killing me.”

Call me a bastard, but I liked being in charge. And dominating her body was what I lived for.

“Killing you? No, I wouldn’t do that. You still need to get me off first.”

I let out a choked laugh. Her smile widened. “Of course I have to get you off. I wouldn’t want my girl to go bed frustrated tonight.”

“Is that what I am?” she asked softly.

“What?”

“Your girl.”

“Hell yeah, baby. You’re my girl, my queen, my goddess. Goddamn mine. Got it?”

“Yeah, I got it.”

“Good. Now, I think you are entirely too dressed up. Let’s fix that, shall we?”

I held in a smile when I heard her breath catch. Grabbing her hand, I pulled her over until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. I removed the pink shirt she still had on, only this time, I had no patience with the buttons. I ripped the shirt off with my hands, and the buttons went flying all over the room.

“Hey! That was new.”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” I said, pushing the flimsy fabric down her shoulders until her breasts were bared to me.

Her tits were fucking phenomenal. Small, but not too small. Enough to fill my hands, and perky too. My mouth watered. If anything, she was even more beautiful than I remembered, with her erect dusky-pink nipples, flat stomach, small waist, and even those adorable little freckles, scattered over random places on her skin.

I wanted to introduce myself to each and every one of them on a personal level. There wouldn’t be an inch of her skin left unexplored by me. I would make that my life’s mission.

Unable to resist, I leaned down and sucked one rigid peak into my mouth.

“Oh, Dereck,” she said, her words sounding so much like a prayer, I could weep like the dirty sinner that I was.

She ran her hands through my hair, before pulling on it, eliciting a small groan from me.

Man, she tasted sweet.

I didn’t think I could get over the taste of