“Wouldn’t you like to come in my mouth?”
His face flushed with reluctant desire. “I want answers. I want to know what kind of trouble you’re in.”
“If you trust me to tell you the truth now, you should trust me to tell you the truth later.” She reached into his pants and tugged out his heavy shaft. Without hesitation, she licked across the plum-sized head and down along a ridged vein.
Derek’s breath hissed out between his teeth and his hips bucked forward. “Sable…”
“Shhh. I’m so sorry for how I treated you earlier. Just relax and let me apologize to you properly. You can ask me questions later.” A shiny drop of fluid graced the tip of his cock and she eagerly sucked it into her mouth, shivering at the taste of him.
“Fuck.” His eyes slid shut. “I’m so screwed.” Despite his frustration, his hands tangled in her hair, holding her still while he slipped his cock between her parted lips.
Sable moaned at the feel of his thickly veined shaft sliding along her tongue. The skin was soft and stretched tight over the pulsing hardness beneath. She cupped his ass, kneading gently, feeling his ass cheeks clench as he thrust deeper into her mouth. She began to suck as he fucked slowly through the circle of her lips, a steady, shallow rhythm accompanied by guttural cries from his throat. She shivered at the feel of her cunt creaming with desire—a desire created by the sheer erotic delight she received in concentrating entirely on his needs. He’d spent so many hours giving pleasure to her. It was long past the time when she should return the favor.
“Harder,” he gasped, his fingers drifting into her hair. “Suck harder.”
Tightening her lips around him, she hollowed her cheeks, gripping his hips to hold him steady. His stamina was amazing, his desire for her heartrending. And Sable didn’t take his weakness for her for granted. It was a gift and she cherished it as one. She’d find a way to prove that to him.
Derek tensed, his breath seized in his lungs and then he cried out her name as his cock jerked against her tongue, spurting his come down her throat. Relishing his pleasure, she drank from him. Even when she felt his balls empty and his knees shake, she didn’t cease the suction of her mouth.
“Enough,” he groaned. “You’ll kill me.”
He sank to the floor in front of her, dragging her across him as he collapsed onto his back.
She folded her arms over his heaving chest and rested her chin upon them. She studied his features, darkened with passion and misted with sweat. With his eyes closed, he appeared younger, more vulnerable. Sable sighed.
“You’re not just a fuck toy to me, Derek. It’s never been about that.”
“Liar,” he retorted hoarsely.
“Well, maybe it’s partly about that,” she corrected with a grin. “Getting physical with you is…well, it’s beyond words. But that’s not all you’re worth to me. Don’t ever think that.”
His breathing began to slow. “What the hell am I supposed to think, Sable? You’re embarrassed to be seen with me, you…”
“That’s not true! I’m flattered you want me. I’m amazed you stowed away on my ship just to be with me. I’m proud of you and a bit startled that I could catch your interest, let alone keep it.”
Derek opened his eyes. “Is that what this is about? You think you can’t keep my interest?”
“Isn’t it a possibility?” she challenged.
He held her gaze for a long time before admitting. “I don’t know what to think anymore. I know you can hurt me. I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
She offered a sad smile. “At least you’re honest.”
“Because that’s what I want from you in return, Sable—your honesty.”
“And I’ll give it to you.”
Sable pushed off him and rose to her feet, despite his protests. Walking over to the dresser, she opened a drawer and retrieved her identi-card. When she turned back to him, he was sitting up, watching her with blatant curiosity and more than a touch of wariness. She held out her hand and he rose to take it, stopping only a moment to straighten his clothing.
He looked at the card and hesitated.
“Take it,” she prodded. “All the answers to your questions are right here.”
He accepted her offering while tossing her a sidelong glance. With obviously reluctant steps, he walked to the comm link in the corner and slid the card inside.
“Good evening, Special Agent Taylor,” greeted the feminine voice of the comm link. “You have no new messages in the IAB database.”
Sable watched as Derek stilled, staring down at the comm link like he’d never seen one before. Then he turned to face her. His silver gaze was intent, searching. She tensed and waited for his condemnation.