out of his boxers and making his jeans feel painfully tight. “Dammit.” He cupped her face and made her look at him. “You’re trying to punish me too, aren’t you?”
She shook her head. “I can’t even remember my name. I just know I want you—”
He kissed her again, harder this time, his tongue sweeping in. He couldn’t help it, knowing she was being honest with him. This would teach him about trying to punish his lovely Sub. Every time he did, it was obvious it would only backfire on him, leaving Derek even more frustrated than Jaike was.
Outside the pool center, he told her, “Stay here and wait for me. I’ll get you something to drink and then after that, we’ll go home and we’ll fuck. Right away. Understood?”
She could only nod, wide-eyed. It wasn’t as if his tone allowed for any argument.
As he started to leave, Jaike noticed the bodyguards around them. She recognized some of them by face and knew they were all Derek’s. “Derek?”
He stopped walking and turned back to her. “What is it?”
“I...” She hurried to him, not wanting any of his bodyguards to accidentally hear her as she muttered self-consciously, “Why won’t you ask any one of them to get my drink?” It wasn’t that she wanted him to act like a spoiled brat. She just wanted him close to her.
Derek only had to take one look at Jaike’s face to know why she had asked the question. His teeth gnashed against each other as he did his best to suppress his need for her. Goddammit, why was it taking her so long to understand the truth about her feelings? What had happened to her in the past that had made her fearful and distrust her emotions so much?
Just one word from him, and he knew his father’s expert staff could uncover every skeleton in her closet. But he would not do that. He wanted to earn Jaike’s trust, wanted to wait until she was the one to tell him about herself – he wanted to feel like he deserved it when the day would come and she would tell him that she loved him. All of him, even the side he could only reveal to the girl he loved.
Looking down at her, he admitted the truth in an uneven undertone. “I’m doing my best to make things normal between us. From the very first time we met, you held my being a Christopoulos against me.”
“I…”
“Don’t deny it. You did.”
She turned red. “I didn’t mean to.”
“Don’t get me wrong, baby. I’m not mad at all about it. If anything, it just makes me want you more. At least I can be sure you’re with me for my body and not my money.”
She opened her mouth to protest—
He asked wickedly, “Unless of course you’re with me for another reason?” His blue-gray eyes gleamed. “Perhaps because you’re in love with me?”
She shut up. That was something she wasn’t ready to talk about, and if it meant admitting she was with him for his body, well, so be it.
He laughed. “My stubborn Sub. One day, you’ll realize how well I know you.”
“I already know.” She couldn’t help sounding disgruntled. “And I still don’t understand how it happened. How you know me so well…”
He kissed her on the forehead. “I know you that well because you’re meant for me. And soon, you’ll realize that you know me just as well.” He stepped away. “Now, be a good girl and stay here while I get a drink for you like any other normal boyfriend would do.”
She couldn’t help but smile as she watched him walk away. Normal boyfriend? There wouldn’t ever be a time someone like Derek Christopoulos could be described as normal. Not someone as perfect as he was.
“Ms. Hepburn?”
She looked back in surprise and saw one of Derek’s bodyguards holding her bag.
“Sorry!” She had been so…so…so sexually infatuated with Derek she hadn’t realized she had forgotten her bag at the gym.
“We’re happy to carry it for you, Ms. Hepburn. But I heard your phone beeping inside it and it might be an important call.”
“Oh.
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