Sleeping With The CEO
Chapter 246: Bruises

Chapter 246: Bruises

During the failed game of let us get to know each other. Where Emily had ended up losing by a mile simply because she had underestimated Derek’s ability to pay attention to her and the little things about her. Emily had not minded losing at all.

After all, her loss had led to them playing, a very enjoyable game where they learned everything that they could about each other’s bodies. But that game had not been enough, and the moment that Friday night rolled around again. The two of them were on each other, barely able to keep their distance.

As a result, Emily’s skin had paid the price. She was nothing more than bruises and bite marks in places. Derek also bore similar evidence of Emily’s exploration of his body. But in addition to the bruises and bite marks, Derek also had quite the impressive scratches on his back.

She had really dug in , but Emily had no idea when she had made those grooves. Though she must have because they adorned Derek’s back like she had been marking her claim.

When he had complained after the weekend was over, while the two of them were sharing a shower on Monday morning.

Emily had merely pointed at her breasts and looked at him with a raised brow. Derek very wisely had raised his hands and dropped the topic of her mauling him. After all, he had turned her breasts into a multicolored canvas, with all of his licking, sucking and squeezing.

If her whole body were to be one giant bruise, then her boobs were the point of impact. The only saving grace to Emily’s predicament was that she was not one of those ladies who liked clothes that showed off her cleavage.

So it was not at all strange for her to be covering up during the course of the week. Though Emily had been upset at being marked so thoroughly. She had not really minded the evidence of their love making all that much. And as the days wore on and the bruises began to fade,

Emily found herself missing them.

It just was not the same.

When she was alone at home, and taking a shower. To comfort herself, she would press into the areas where Derek had touched her. The slight sting from the hickeys and finger shaped bruises making her feel as though Derek was still holding her.

His grip pressing into her as the two of them moved against one another.

But the more the marks faded, the less Emily felt his presence. And by the time that Wednesday night rolled around, Emily was beside herself. She needed more Derek. Needed more bruises, needed more...everything.

Even at work, the urge was getting harder to control. She would hand Derek a document to sign. Then she would see those strong, capable fingers gripping a pen, and she would remember how they felt moving deep inside her, and it just did things to her.

She had literally spent the week in different states of arousal whenever Derek was within close proximity. Which, given that they worked together, was very often. Her only saving grace was that she was a woman, and her arousal was not as obvious as that of a man.

She had seen poor Derek, shifting around uncomfortably from time to time. And it was clear from the looks that he gave her what the source of his discomfort was.

As a professional who took her job seriously. Emily had often looked down at people who had sex at work. Be it in their offices, on their desks, or in storage rooms. She had always thought them unbelievably unprofessional.

Thinking that they were the type of people who should be fired on the spot. But now that Emily knew just how good Derek was in bed, she sympathized with those people.

Clearly her past self must have had ridiculous amounts of self-control. Or she had just been so deep in her ignorance that she had not realized just how tempting getting off at the office could be. She and Derek had been intimate together for less than a month, and Emily could not get enough of him.

She had a feeling that she could be stone-cold sober, raise her hand in church, and just scream at the top of her lungs.

"I, Emily Molson, am addicted to the great sex that I have with Derek Haven!" That was how far gone she was. And her thoughts of doing that were not just restricted to her being in a holy building surrounded by strangers.

Every time Derek did something totally normal, like maybe unbutton a shirt, or the opposite, button a shirt. Or even just tapping at the screen of a tablet. Sometimes even just drinking water, finishing the bottle off without ever pausing.

Then licking his lips afterwards. Emily had to pinch herself.

Reminding herself that it would be unprofessional for her to suddenly just start jumping up and down. Screaming in front of her co-workers how great it was to bang their collective boss, and how she wanted to be doing it at all hours of the day.

It was an awful state to be in, but Emily endured it. She had spent years dealing with the fact that she could not sleep well, so discomfort was not new to her.

But this particular discomfort was even worse because it was laced with pleasure.

Just thinking of all the things that she and Derek would be doing the moment they had time to themselves had Emily getting all hot and bothered. A state that when at work she tried to overcome by giving herself as many tasks as possible. At home, she divided her time between hanging out with her mother,

and doing as much embroidery as possible. It did not matter that she was so distracted that her needlework was sloppy. The work so bad that if anybody were to critique her work. They would think that she was a beginner instead of the semi-professional that she was. But still,

even though her coping mechanisms were subpar. They managed to get Emily through the week. And now the weekend was beginning.

Walking into Derek’s building, Emily poured all the strength that she had into walking at a steady pace. Instead of breaking into a run like she wanted to. One foot in front of the other, she finally managed to make it to Derek’s door. Once there she was glad that she did not have to pause and knock like she normally would have. Instead, she simply entered the code that he had given her, and the door instantly opened.

The moment that Emily was inside, a lecherous grin split her face. Wonder of wonders, having free access to Derek’s place really did have benefits. And the very first one that she was enjoying was walking into the sight of Derek, his muscled back to her.

He was naked from the waist up, stirring something on the stove. When she had come in, she had been expecting to see Derek, but she had not expected to see so much skin within seconds of entering the penthouse. Licking her lips, Emily made her way forward.

Derek, hearing the door click shut, turned, and when he saw her, he smiled.

"Oh hey, you made it," He said, giving her a dimpled smile.

From the smile alone, Emily would have turned into a glob of goo if she were not so aroused in that moment.

"What are you making?" She asked. Derek shrugged. "Oh, this? Nothing. Just a simple stir fry. In fact, I am done," He said. Emily looked him up and down. Then she decided to just get to the heart of the matter.

"Are you super hungry? Or do you have time for a quickie before you eat?" She asked. And Derek instantly dropped the spoon that he had been using to stir.

"I am always up for a good time with you,"

Emily did not even try to stop herself from running to him.