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The Tycoon's Revenge(16)

By:Melody Anne


He couldn’t think beyond anything but his need. He was hungry and only she could satisfy him. He broke the kiss long enough to trail his lips down her neck. He whisked the shirt off of her in seconds and then gasped in pleasure at the scrap of lace, which was barely covering her incredibly luscious breasts. They were spilling out of the material, begging for his touch.

He didn’t disappoint her. He unlatched her bra and then cupped the glorious weight in his hands as he brought his head down to take her hardened, dusky pink nipple into his mouth. He sucked the pink bud deep inside his mouth and felt his erection jump as she groaned out her pleasure. The noises of ecstasy were quickly pushing him to completion. He couldn’t think, hell he could barely stand there.

He moved his head to lavish her other nipple and then brought his lips back up to hers, no longer being able to keep from kissing her. As he continued to kiss her with years of pent up passion he undid his pants and then ripped her scrap of panties away. She groaned as he pressed up against her moist opening.

He reached down with his hand to feel if she was ready for him. She was wet, hot and tight and he couldn’t wait one second longer. He removed his hand and with one quick thrust, pushed himself deep within her core.

He groaned in complete ecstasy, as his shaft was gripped by her tight folds. He wasn’t going to last long. He continued to kiss her, as he grabbed her hips and thrust deeply in and out. She was crying out in pleasure, as he pushed his long length deep inside her body. She was surrounding him with her tight heat and it was the most pleasurable thing he’d ever felt.

He’d never had such intense or pleasurable sex in his life. She’d been a girl before, she was all woman now. She yelled out and then he felt her tight heat start gripping him in convulsions. Her entire body started shaking and that was all it took to send him over the edge. He groaned as he shot his release deep inside her.

His body continued shaking as he kept them connected until the very last spasm ran through their bodies. He reluctantly pulled back and then stared down at her. She was flushed, sitting there on the table, with her beautiful breasts exposed and her mouth swollen from his kisses.

Her normally perfect hair was pulled free of the bun and with her flushed cheeks, she was the most gorgeous creature he’d ever seen before. She looked like she’d just been devoured, which made him want to start all over again.

He was getting ready to kiss her, already feeling at a loss without her touch. Her expression changed from one of complete satisfaction, to horror at what she’d done. He knew the moment was over and now was the time for consequences.

She reached her hand up and slapped him hard across the face before he knew what was happening. He was shocked from the sting of it. He brought his hand up to his cheek, feeling the heat. He smiled a bit at the strength she’d exhibited. He’d never had a woman give that reaction after sex. They were usually purring with their content. He knew he was a great lover.

He quickly took a step back, because smiling had been the wrong thing to do. She was furious. “Sorry about that Jasmine but you can’t blame the whole thing on me, you didn’t say anything to stop me,” he said to her, with his normally cocky voice back in play.

He was feeling anything but calm but there was no way he’d show that. If he thought one time was going to be enough to wash her from his system, he’d been very wrong. It would take being with her for a while before he was able to finally let her go. Just the thought of entering her tight heat again was raising his blood pressure, among other things.

Jasmine glared at him and then gathered up her clothing. She looked down at her torn panties with horror and then walked into his private bathroom and shut the door with a resounding click. She didn’t slam it in a fit of rage as so many women would’ve done. The click seemed to make much more of a statement. She didn’t reappear for a while. Derek was grateful for the time to gather himself together.

When Jasmine finally came out of the bathroom, her face was a mask. No one would be able to tell she’d just come apart in his arms. She was almost as good as him at wearing a mask.

“That won’t happen again,” she said to him, in the most professional voice she could muster. He looked at her words as a challenge and he never had been able to resist a challenge.

He said nothing to her. He was surprised she didn’t go stomping out of the office like so many women would’ve done, cursing him, or trying to yell sexual harassment. He was impressed. She sat down at the table and started going through the files again.

He called the secretary and had some drinks brought in and then had her leave the door open. He didn’t trust himself to be all alone, locked up in the office with her for the rest of the afternoon. He was having a hell of a time knowing she was right there, with nothing on underneath that skirt to keep him from touching her again.