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Corporate Merger







Elisabeth Roseland

Dedication

To my wonderful friends, who have humbled me with their enthusiastic support. And, as always, to the two Cs in my life. Thank you both for everything.

Chapter One

“You are going to love, love, love your birthday present.” Pia’s head popped up over the top of the cubicle.

Amy groaned and glanced up from the diagnostic program she was running. “Stop reminding me it’s my birthday.”

Pia’s lips were pursed, as if a secret struggled to come out. Amy couldn’t help herself. “Okay. All right. What is it?”

“I can’t tell you.” Pia squealed and immediately clasped her hand over her mouth. Words continued to burst through her fingers. “But you’re going to love it.”

“Hey.” Craig’s round head made an appearance a few cubicles down. “What’s going on over there?”

“Nothing,” Amy and Pia said in unison.

“Yeah, well…” Craig readjusted his oversized glasses, “…no having fun without me. If someone is having fun, I need to be there. Because fun is my middle name.” He snapped his fingers, shot at them both with an imaginary gun and slowly sank back down out of view.

Pia giggled nervously and brushed an errant hair off her forehead. “Craig, do you mind? We’re trying to have a private conversation over here. Anyway…” she looked back down at Amy, “…I am so excited about your present, you don’t even know.” The enthusiasm was bubbling so high she looked like she was about to burst. It was infectious.

Amy pushed back from the laptop she was working on and stood up. “Okay, you’ve got to tell me.”

“I can’t.”

“Well, can I guess?”

“You can guess, but you will never, ever in a million years guess right.”

“Okay, but if I do guess right, will you tell me?”

Pia shook her head slowly. “Denise would kill me. As in ‘chop my body up into little pieces and toss my remains into Lake Michigan’ kill me.”

Amy paused. Denise did, quite frequently, dabble in hyperbole, but this threat was a bit much, even for her. Amy’s curiosity was piqued. “Okay, okay.” She draped her arms over the divider. “Just tell me if I’m hot or cold.”

Pia opened her mouth to protest, but Amy raised her hand to cut her off. “Just say hot or cold. I want a couple of hints.”

“Okay, but you’ll never gue—”

“It’s something electronic.”

“Cold.”

“Huh.” Amy frowned. Electronics were always the standard gift in the IT department. For the past four years, her coworkers had pooled their money and gotten her the newest gadget for her birthday, and she had always loved it. “Oh, I got it. It’s High Alert VI: Zombies vs. Werewolves.”

“Cold. It’s not a video game.”

“Oh.” Amy tried to hide her disappointment. “Um…oh. I know. It’s the completely remastered collector’s edition of the entire Star Trek: The Original Series on Blu-ray.”

“Cold. Although, that would be a cool gift.”

“Right? And I finally got my Blu-ray player hooked up. I used my home network to connect it wirelessly to my laptop, so now I can stream Blu-ray videos through my computer to the TV. And I can control the player through my laptop as well, which is great because I’m always losing my remotes.”

“Well, you have like fifty of them anyway.”

“I know. But now I’ve got my TV, Blu-ray player, DVD player, Xbox and iPod dock all networked using James’s router. He forgot it when he moved out, but I think he took my VisionQuest II, so I figure we’re even.”

“He was an idiot. I never liked him anyway. Hey, can you come over and hook mine up?”

“Sure. Anytime. Okay.” Amy took a deep breath. “I’m going to figure this out. Is it a—”

A sharp rap on the door to the IT suite echoed through the room. Pia’s face lit up. “There’s Denise. Saved by the bell…uh…knock. Whatever.” She skirted around the divider and made her way through the cubicle maze to the door and opened it.

“When are you all going to let me have the code to this thing?” Denise jabbed ineffectively at the door’s keypad.

“Never. It’s a secret passcode only IT people can have.” Pia stepped aside to let her into the room.

“What? You gotta have an IQ of at least 130 in order to get in here?”

“One hundred fifty.” Craig’s voice floated into the air.

“Yeah, then why’d they let you have it?” Denise said as she walked around to Amy’s cubicle. “What’s up, girl? Are you ready for lunch?”

“Sure. This program needs another half hour to run anyway.” Amy looked over at the progress bar slowly creeping its way across the screen before grabbing her purse, which was slung over the back of her chair.

“Craig?” Pia’s voice sounded hopeful. “Do you want to join us?”

“Nope. I brought my lunch today.”

“Oh, okay.” Pia gathered her things. “We’ll see you later then.”

“Okay.”

“My present,” Amy said as the three of them headed toward the door. “What is it?”

Denise turned to face Pia. “You didn’t say anything, did you?”

“N-no, nothing.”

“Good…” Denise snapped back around, opened the door and kept walking toward the elevators, “…because if you spoil it, your mother will never find your body. She’ll be all, ‘Oh, Denise, I don’t know what happened to my poor Pia’. And I’ll say, ‘I don’t know Mrs. Shankar. Sometimes people disappear without a trace. It’s very sad. But if I were you, I’d talk to Craig. He might know something. They were close, you know’.”

“Hey!” Pia punched Denise on the arm.

“Ow. Violent nature. You really should see someone about that before—”

“My present…” Amy pressed on as they headed for the cafeteria, “…what is it?”

“We’re not telling you.” Denise smirked and picked up a tray. “You’ll find out tonight.”

“But I can’t wait.” Amy shook the excess water off her tray before setting it down on the railing. “I’ve never been good at waiting. I need to know now. Besides, what if I hate it?”

“You won’t. You’re going to love it. Trust me.” Denise turned to the man behind the counter. “A turkey sandwich. Lettuce, mustard, tomato. No mayo.” He nodded and began preparing her lunch.

“The usual for me, Henry.”

“You got it, Amy.”

She reached for a bag of chips and put them on her tray.

“Why do you always get the same thing?” Denise took her sandwich from Henry. “Every day, the same thing. A ham sandwich.”

“I like ham sandwiches.”

Denise nodded toward her tray. “And every day the same old bag of plain potato chips.”

“I like plain potato chips.”

“Yeah, I do too, but do you have to have them every day?”

“No. But I want to.” Amy reached for a cup and began to fill it with ice and Diet Coke.

Denise shook her head.

“What?”

“So predictable.” She shook her head again before heading to the cashier to pay.

The three of them gathered the rest of their lunches and sat down at a table. Amy picked up her sandwich and took a big bite. “So where exactly are we going again tonight?”

“Mixmasters.”

“It’s supposed to be the coolest new nightclub,” Pia said as she bit into her roast beef on wheat. “I read about it in the Reader.”

“Yeah? And who else is coming?”

“Just us, Annette and Jill. And…” Denise paused dramatically, “…your present.”

“You’re bringing my present to the nightclub?”

“No.” Denise took a sip of her drink. “Your present is coming to the nightclub.”

“Huh?” Amy raised her eyebrows. “My present is coming to the nightclub? As in, my present has legs?”

“Perhaps…” Denise let the statement hang in the air. Amy looked over at Pia, who again looked like she was about to burst open with excitement.

Amy shook her head slowly. “I don’t under—”

“Ooo, girl, here comes your boyfriend.” Denise’s eyes focused squarely over Amy’s shoulder.

“What? Where?” She went to turn around and then caught herself. “Denise, stop looking. Stop it.” She kept her eyes glued on her lunch. “Stop looking at him. Wait. What is he wearing? Does he look good?”

“The brotha looks as fine as he always does. Oh no.”

Amy looked up from her plate. “Oh no, what?”

“Talons are out and going for the dark meat.”

Amy groaned and looked over her shoulder just in time to see Melissa do a well-coordinated hair flip, complete with a demure giggle.

Pia turned around as well. “She’s so fake. She’s not even cute. You’re so much prettier than she is.”

“Oh, please. She’s got the blonde and the boobs and the whole ditzy, damsel-in-distress thing down cold. There’s no way I can compete with that.”

Denise began the countdown. “And we’ll have playful punching in three…two…one…” Melissa’s hand reached out and swatted Eric’s shoulder. Denise scoffed. “So predictable.”

Amy sighed and went back to her sandwich.

“And you’re smarter.” Pia leaned into her. “You’re so much smarter than she is.”

“Right,” she mumbled. “And we all know smart is on the top of a guy’s list of desirable qualities in a woman.”

Pia shrugged. “For some guys it is.”

“Oh…” Denise straightened up, “…here he comes. Hey, Eric!”

“Stop it. Don’t call him over here. Stop it.” The temperature in the cafeteria suddenly increased several degrees.

“What are you talking about? He needs to wish you a happy birthday.” Denise waved.

“No he doesn—”

“He’s here,” whispered Pia.

“Hey, ladies. How are you doing?”

Amy could feel Eric’s presence at her left shoulder. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed he was wearing khaki pants and holding a tray with a plate piled high with lasagna, the lunch special. She kept her gaze focused squarely on her half-eaten sandwich.

“Hello, Eric.” Denise’s smile was so big Amy could see her molars. “Did you know today is Amy’s thirtieth birthday?”

“No, I didn’t. Happy birthday.”

“Thanks,” Amy said into her plate. She couldn’t turn to look at him. She didn’t want to meet those light-brown eyes, eyes that contrasted beautifully with his dark-brown skin. And when he smiled, his flawless features— Amy’s mind stopped wandering as she became acutely aware everyone was staring at her. She looked up at Denise. “What?”

Denise’s eyebrows were raised. “He asked you a question.”

“Oh.” She could feel the heat rising in her face. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you. What?”

“What are you doing to celebrate?”

“Oh. Um…” She glanced up at him. Just a glance, but in that moment, he caught her with his mesmerizing gaze. She was unable to look away. “Some…some nightclub.”

“Really? Which one?” There it is. That smile. Perfect. And his eyelashes. I never realized how long his eyelashes are. They— “Ow!” Her head whipped around to look at Denise, whose face was still strained from kicking her underneath the table.

Denise spoke slowly and deliberately. “What nightclub are we going to, Amy?”

“Uh…” She searched her memory banks for the name. Oh, no! What was it? They just told me. “Uh…Mix…Mix…Mixmasters.” She looked back up at Eric, triumphant. “It’s called Mixmasters.”

“Mixmasters? Sounds cool. I’ve never heard of it.”

“It’s new,” Pia piped up. “It’s supposed to be great. I read about it in the Reader.”

“Cool. I know you’ll have a good time.”

“Yes.” Amy simply stared at him. His light-blue shirt was pressed and immaculate, and his broad chest was accented by a tie striped with complementing colors. “Be careful with that lasagna.”

“What?” His eyebrows knitted into a frown.

“Your shirt. It’s nice. So, you know, when you eat the lasagna, be careful.” Amy looked over at Denise who was shaking her head slowly, but she couldn’t stop the flow of words from her own lips. “Because whenever I eat pasta, I always spill it all over myself. And tomato sauce is hard to get out.”

The heat returned to her face, but her mouth kept moving. “Plus, you’d have to wait until you got home because you can’t really wash your clothes in the bathroom sink—believe me, I’ve tried. I had this one incident with a Reuben— So, you know, be careful when you eat it. So you don’t spill.” She took a deep breath. “Because that’s a nice shirt.”

She grabbed her cup and forced her straw into her mouth. “And I like your tie.” She took a big drink, hoping the liquid would give her vocal cords a time-out. Fortunately, it worked.

“Okay. Uh, thanks.” Eric paused, the frown smaller but still evident. “Well, happy birthday. I’ll see you around.”

“Bye.” Amy groaned and set her cup down as Eric walked away. She couldn’t watch him depart. It was too painful. Instead, she picked up her bag of chips, stuffed several into her mouth, and tried to ignore the fact that both Denise and Pia were staring at her.

Denise sat back in her chair. “What is wrong with you?”

Amy tried to play innocent. “What? What are you talking about?”

“Talking. That’s exactly what I’m talking about. First, you act like you don’t have a tongue, and then you turn into a motormouth. ‘Don’t spill your lasagna’? Really?”

“It was helpful,” Pia offered. She then lowered her voice. “It was a little weird though.”

“I know.” Amy buried her head in her hands. “I don’t know what it is about him. I’m a normal person when he’s not around.” She raised her head and tried to compose herself. “But when I try to talk to him, I get sucked into those beautiful eyes of his, and that gorgeous smile, and the perfect body, and the words come out all jumbled, and I end up sounding like a crazy person.”

“Yes. Yes, you do.” Denise ate the last bit of her turkey sandwich. “But hopefully your birthday present will help you.”

“My birthday present will do what?” Amy stared at Denise, hoping to get some clarification, but none was forthcoming. “Okay. You’re not going to say anything? Well, now I’m really curious.”

“You’re going to love it!” Pia squealed. Denise shot her a look.

Amy looked back and forth between the two of them. Neither offered any more information. She exhaled. “Well, if anything, I hope tonight makes me forget this embarrassing encounter.”

Denise raised one eyebrow. “Oh, I think it will.”

Chapter Two

“Okay, on the count of three. One.” Annette lifted her shot glass, and everyone else did the same. “Two.” She licked the salt off her hand. “Three!”

Amy grimaced as the tequila burned its way down her throat, and she quickly chased it with the sour lime in an attempt to put the fire out. “Ack.” She shook her head forcefully and slammed her glass down on the table, knocking over several empty ones as she did so. “Whoops!”

“Careful!” Jill yelled. It wasn’t loud enough in the club that yelling was necessary, and in fact, their private table provided refuge from the pounding techno music, but Jill yelled nonetheless. “You almost spilled that shit all over my new dress!”

“They’re empty. All eight hundred of them.” Amy waved her hand over the top of the table. “Empty.”

“Oh, right.” Jill laughed, surveying the evidence of their celebration.

“Hey.” Amy looked around at the reveling partygoers, the dance floor partly tilting on its axis, thanks to all of the tequila. “Where’d Denise go?”

“She went to get your present.” Pia’s eyes flashed with glee, cranked up a notch by too many shots.

“Well, finally.” Amy sat up and craned her neck. “I’ve been waiting all night. How big is it?”

“About six feet.” Annette snorted, and Jill and Pia cackled.

“What? What the hell are you talking about? Come on and tell me. What did you get me?”

“Ooo, here she comes!” Pia stood up.

Amy turned to follow Pia’s gaze. She saw Denise approaching the table empty-handed. “What? Where is it? Denise!” She raised her voice. “I thought you said you were going to get my present.”

“I did.” Denise grinned broadly and gestured behind her. “Amy, this is Derrick. Derrick, this is Amy, the birthday girl.”

Standing next to her was one of the most gorgeous men Amy had ever seen. He was tall, with a lean build and broad shoulders. The top buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing a few inches of brown skin. His dark hair was cut close, and when he smiled and extended his hand, Amy found herself sucked into his hazel eyes.

“Hi, Amy. It’s nice to meet you.” His smooth, rich voice came pouring out of his full lips, which then parted in a perfect smile.

Amy knew her mouth was open. She could feel the club’s alcohol-soaked air swirling around, drying out her tongue, but she couldn’t close it. Nor could she control her limbs to shake his hand. All she could do was stand there, staring at him. This man. So similar in many ways to Eric that they could be cousins. Brothers, even. This man. This…present?

“Who—”

Denise shooed Jill out of her seat and ushered Derrick forward. “Girl, get up, make some room. Amy, close your mouth. You’ll catch flies that way. This is Derrick.” She swept her hand grandly over him from head to toe. “Your present.”

“I-I don’t…”

“We got you a man for your birthday!” Pia exploded. “We got you an Eric look-alike for your birthday!”

“Ta-da!” Annette gestured toward him. “Surprise!”

“And his name is Derrick! Can you believe that? That is so close to Eric. So close!” Pia almost fell out of her seat giving Amy this information.

Now next to her, Derrick wrapped his arms around her and gave her a gentle squeeze. Amy could smell his cologne—fresh and clean. He pulled back slightly and kissed her softly on the cheek.

“Happy birthday,” he whispered.

Amy finally managed to close her mouth and swallowed hard to reactivate her tongue. She looked around at all of her friends who were staring at her with looks of anticipation and glee. Amy slowly shook her head. “I don’t under—”

“So, here’s the deal.” Denise reached forward and picked up her half-consumed martini. “Derrick is an escort. We have purchased his—ahem—services for you for your birthday. So enjoy.” She winked and took a sip from her glass.

“Escort?” Amy looked at Derrick, whose handsome face was so very close to hers. Those eyes. “Services? What does that mean? Services?”

“It means…” Derrick snaked his arm around the back of her chair and leaned into her, “…I’m your date for the evening, and I’m here to make sure you have a good time.” His leg was pressed against hers, warm and solid. She began to feel a tingling between her legs, and it wasn’t from too much tequila.

“A good time?” she asked.

“Yes.” A smirk touched the corner of his mouth. “A very good time.”

The similarities were striking, but Derrick had replaced Eric’s corporate politeness with sheer, raw sensuality.

“Oh. My. God.” With Derrick’s thigh burning hot against her own and her friends all staring at her with eager looks on their faces, the reality of what her present really was began to sink in. “You hired an escort for me for my birthday.” She took in the expectant looks all around her. “You hired an escort for my birthday?”

“Happy birthday, chica. Enjoy him.” Jill sat back and crossed her legs, revealing a few more inches of skin. “I know I would.”

“Where in the world did you find him? Oh, I’m sorry…” Amy met Derrick’s hazel eyes momentarily, “…I don’t mean to talk about you like you aren’t here.”

Derrick chuckled, and the low, sensual sound travelled down her body, causing her pussy to grow wet. Amy shifted to make herself more comfortable, and in response, Derrick slowly began rubbing her back.

“It’s no problem. I’m sure this comes as a surprise.” His touch felt good, and Amy couldn’t stop herself from leaning back into him.

“It was Denise’s idea,” Annette said.

Denise nodded. “I know about this escort service that specializes in black men, and seeing how you have a little thing for Eric but can’t seem to sound like an intelligent person around him, I thought what you could really use was a little company with a man who shares many of Eric’s attributes.” She gestured around the table. “Convincing them to go in with me on your present was easy.”

“We thought it was a great idea.” Pia seemed relieved she no longer had to keep the secret.

Amy grinned. “Oh wow. Uh, this is a little weird since no one has ever bought me a man for my birthday before. Because really, who buys people as birthday presents? But wow, this is so great. Thank you.” She looked at Derrick again. She wanted to stroke his chiseled jaw with her hand and kiss his full lips. Whether this was fueled by sexual desire, tequila or the generosity of her friends, Amy didn’t know, but as the end of her thirtieth birthday approached, she really didn’t care.

Chapter Three

His hips moved in time to the music, and she tried to keep up, occasionally bumping into other intoxicated bodies on the dance floor. To her left, she could see Jill and Annette dancing with two random guys who looked very happy to be in their company. To her right, Pia twirled in a circle, oblivious to her surroundings. And behind Derrick danced Denise, whose eyes had been glued to his ass for the last five minutes. But Amy had the better view, and she couldn’t decide what part of him was her favorite—his beautiful eyes, his kissable lips or the hint of skin peeking from underneath his shirt, the buttons enticing her to pull on them to reveal more.

Amy giggled uncontrollably as Derrick grabbed her hand and spun her around. She then gasped as he pulled her close to him, her back pressed firmly against his chest, and began rocking their hips in unison. Every inch of him was a solid rock. She closed her eyes as they swayed, and focused on the sensations: the smell of his cologne, the feeling of his strong hands entwined with hers, the growing firmness now poking her in—

Her eyes flew open. He’s getting hard. Wow. He’s really hard right now.

She continued to dance, feeling his dick rubbing against her ass. It felt good. In fact, it felt so good that her pussy tingled.

Is this okay? I think this is okay. He said he wanted to make sure I’m having a good time, right? Well, I’m having a great time right about now. So maybe this is okay.

She took a small step back and pushed herself against him even more, shifting her hips so that with each sway, she could feel the entirety of his solid dick through the back of her dress. Mmm. This feels soooo okay.

“You’re very sexy, Amy,” Derrick murmured, his breath hot on her neck.

Lost in the pleasure of having Derrick surrounding her, all she could do was raise up one arm and caress the side of his face. In response, he spun her around to face him, slipped one arm around her waist and pressed their bodies together, all while keeping up with the beat of the music. Now facing him, Derrick’s hard dick made its home to the right of her pussy.

Shit. It feels so big. Is it really that big? God, I want to…

Amy shifted her feet and moved her body over a few inches, placing his dick smack dab on her mound. His height made him still too high for any direct contact with her most sensitive spots, but he was close, so very close.

Amy tilted her head up. The look on Derrick’s face told her he knew exactly what she was doing. And probably what she was thinking. “Are you having a good time?” he asked. The twitch at the corners of his mouth hinted that there was more behind that innocent question.

“Yes, a very good time.”

“Good. You deserve to have a good time on your birthday.”

“Mmm.” Amy draped her arms over his shoulders and continued to enjoy his hardness teasing her. “And you are the best birthday present ever.”

A sensual smile slowly spread across his lips. “You know…” he bent down and placed a gentle kiss on the side of her neck, sending sparks flying down her spine and setting her pussy on fire, “…your friends paid for me to be with you all night.”

“What?”

“I’m yours for the entire night.” His hazel eyes flashed in the club’s dim light. “So whatever you would like to do, we can do.” Derrick’s eyebrow rose slightly and then lowered again.

What? He can’t be saying… Wait, what is he saying?





“So what do you think he meant?” Amy leaned against the bathroom sink in an effort to stop the world from swaying. It didn’t work.

“He’s saying you can fuck him.” Jill touched up her lipstick in the mirror.

“No. What? Really? No way.”

“Girl, you’d better.” Denise put her hands on her hips. “That’s why we hired him.”

“And if you don’t, I will.” Jill tugged at the hem of her dress. “I know exactly what to do with his fine ass.”

Amy’s head whipped back and forth between the two of them. “Are you serious? I can’t do that. I don’t even know him.”

“Exactly. Look, why do you think we got an Eric look-alike?” Denise’s expression was earnest. “Eric’s the one you really want to be with, but you’re completely incapable of being a normal person around him. But maybe, just maybe, if you can be yourself around Derrick, that’ll cross over so you can be brave enough—no, forget brave, just normal enough—to ask Eric out on a date.”

Amy blinked. “What? That’s crazy. How can I get over being weird around Eric after just one night with Derrick?”

Denise smiled. “We didn’t pay for one night. We paid for three.”

“Thr-thr-three?”

“Yes, girl. Three Eric-desensitization dates with Derrick.” She laughed. Jill nodded enthusiastically. “So go. Look at that gorgeous face and talk to him. Put your hands all over that tight-ass body and fuck him. Be yourself around him. He knows what the deal is. We told him, and he’s happy to let you get all your awkwardness out on him so maybe you can actually have a chance with Eric. Besides…” she smirked, “…I know your bed’s been pretty cold since James moved out—what?—four months ago?”

“Five.”

“Five months? Damn.” Jill’s eyes opened wide. “You’d better go take advantage of that man out there waiting for you. Speaking of…” she ran her fingers through her long black hair, “…that guy I was dancing with had some nice moves, and I’m going to go see if he can finish what he started. ’Night, ladies.”

“’Night. Be careful,” Denise called after her as Jill exited the bathroom. Denise turned back to Amy. “So?”

“So…what?” Amy’s head swirled with alcohol and information.

“So, are you ready to go back out there and have a good time with Derrick?”

Amy thought about those arms wrapped around her as they’d danced. And his dick. So hard, pressed up against her. The look in his eyes letting her know he knew exactly what to do with it. Mmm. “Yes.”

“Really?”

“Oh, most definitely.”





He was waiting for her outside of the restroom, leaning casually against the wall. Now that’s a present I need to unwrap. Amy giggled as she slid up next to him.

“What’s so funny?” Derrick grabbed her hand.

“Nothing. I was thinking about what a great time I’m having.”

“Oh really?” His mouth was dangerously close. “I’m glad. So what do you want to do now?”

Fuck you. “Um…I don’t know…maybe we could…”

“Go back to your place?” He softly stroked the side of her face.

Hell yeah. “Okay, that sounds good.”

Derrick looked around. “What about your girls?”

Amy turned to see Denise watching them from several feet away. She gave her the thumbs-up, and Denise did the same. Amy looked back at Derrick. “Okay, we’re good.”

He chuckled. “What about the others? Where’d they go?”

“Pia and Annette took a cab home together, and Jill went to go get lucky with some guy she met on the dance floor.”

Derrick’s lips parted in a slight grin. “And you? Do you think you’ll get lucky tonight?”

Amy fell against him, and he snaked his arms around her back. Through the clothes, she could feel the wonderfully hard bulge returning. “With you as my present? I hope so.”

Chapter Four

“You have a nice place.” Derrick’s eyes scanned Amy’s apartment.

“Don’t lie.” She closed the door behind him and let her purse fall to the floor as she watched his powerful form stride into her cramped living room. “It’s a dump, but it’s close to work and cheap.” He had kissed her for the first time in the cab ride over. One small, sweet kiss. Amy was ready for more. “Can I get you a drink?”

He turned to face her. “No, thank you.” She couldn’t stop herself from giving him the once-over. Now that he was in her well-lit apartment, she indulged her eyes and took in every sexy detail. Tall. Brown skin. Hazel eyes. Perfect smile. Broad chest. Black shirt. Dark-blue jeans. What do you have going on inside of those jeans? And can I have it? Derrick chuckled, snapping Amy out of her dirty thoughts and her eyes back up to meet his.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, the familiar heat rising to her face.

“Hey, no need to apologize.” He walked toward her slowly. “I like the way you look at me.” Reaching down, he took her hand and placed it on his shirt, coaxing her fingers toward the buttons. “Do you want to see more?”

Oh hell yes. Amy nodded and watched as her hands unbuttoned his shirt. What am I doing? I can’t believe I’m doing this! Wow. This is great.

Inch by inch, his shirt fell away to reveal contours of muscle covered with smooth, flawless skin. Amy had the urge to lick him, to run her tongue over his solid chest, but she fought against it and instead slid her fingers over his pecs and down his abs.

Derrick laughed softly and moved away. “Sorry, I’m a little ticklish.”

“Oh.” Amy removed her hands from his midsection.

“No.” He grabbed them again, placing them on his belt this time. “Don’t stop.”

What? He wants me to— She looked up at him to make sure. He raised one eyebrow, which encouraged her to keep going.

Amy tugged on his belt and quickly loosened it, moving it out of the way to undo the button. The zipper slid down easily, revealing his maroon boxer-briefs. She could see the outline of his dick straining hard against the fabric and gingerly traced it with her finger. Derrick gasped.

Oh fuck yeah. This is going to be fun.

With both hands, she grabbed the sides of his jeans and yanked them to the floor. Once they were out of the way, she plunged into his underwear. Derrick groaned as she ran one hand up and down the length of his dick and used the other hand to cup his balls.

He then grabbed her and pulled her to him, covering her mouth with deep kisses. As his tongue consumed hers, he hitched up her dress and slid his hand down her panties. When his finger brushed against her slick clit, Amy’s legs almost collapsed.

“Bedroom. Let’s go to the bedroom,” she whispered into his mouth.

In her tiny apartment, they didn’t have far to go, and seconds later Amy found herself lying down on her bed, in a race with Derrick to see who could take her dress off first. “The zipper’s in the back. The zipper’s in the back.” She struggled to reach it.

“Shit.”

“I got it. I got it.” Derrick fumbled around for the small piece of metal. “Wait. Turn over.”

Amy rolled onto her stomach, and Derrick was able to undo her zipper. She sighed as the dress fell away. Amy rolled back over, shimmied out of it and kicked it to the floor. She had lost her shoes at some point during their mad dash, so she didn’t have to worry about them, and in two seconds she had unhooked her bra, taken off her panties, and thrown them both across the room.

Derrick laughed as he discarded his own clothes before pouncing on top of her. She squealed as his lean, muscular body covered hers, and then inhaled sharply as he kissed his way eagerly down her neck, alternating between using his lips, teeth and tongue.

His dick.

“Wait wait wait.”

He stopped and looked up at her. “What?”

“I want to see it.”

That sexy smile slowly made an appearance, and he rolled over to his side. Damn. She dragged her fingers up his dick from base to tip, and it jumped slightly in response to her touch. Perfect.

“Oh, hold on one second.” Derrick picked up his discarded pants, felt around in the pocket, pulled out a condom and placed it on her nightstand. “Okay.”

Amy smiled. “Okay.” She reached around and grabbed his ass, pulling him on top of her again.

His mouth continued its downward journey, stopping momentarily at her breasts. With one hand, he lightly brushed his fingers over her left nipple while he licked and sucked the right one to attention. He then switched sides, drawing circles around her right nipple with his finger and gently nibbling the left one. Amy squirmed underneath his touch, her breath quickening.


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