Chapter 24
A sudden jolt of lust shoots through me, and I shift in my seat, suddenly uncomfortable. In the confines of my pants, my dick jumps as if electrified. Maybe that’s why he liked it when I used to beg. I can see now what a turn-on it is. Damn him for making me feel this way.
Damn me for feeling it in the first place.
“I don’t know,” I hedge, but my resolve is crumbling, I can feel it. “We’ll see.”
Reaching across the desk, Derek plucks the pen out of my fingers and then grabs my left hand. Before I can react, he turns my hand over so it lays in his and writes something on my palm. The pen’s ballpoint tip is ticklish and it takes all I have not to pull away.
“There,” he says, dropping the pen and folding my fingers over whatever he’s written. “Now you have my number. Call me, okay? But only if you can’tmake it.”