busted : Derek's POV

After finishing off the bottle of champagne with Virginia and the guys, I started dropping subtle hints about Virginia needing her rest and having an early day tomorrow. Reluctantly, finally, the guys and I started making our way towards the elevator, but at the last minute, I hung back, wanting to speak to Virginia alone.

As Jake leaned out of the open elevator door, propping it open for me, I shook my head slightly, flashing my phone screen in explanation.

"I need to go over the next week's schedule with Virginia before I leave," I said simply, turning away from the elevator even before the words were out of my mouth.

"Yeah, right." Austin's voice was laced with humor, and I turned back just in time to see the doors closing, Austin and Jake's kissy faces and expressions of ecstasy barely visible through the opening before the doors closed and we were left in silence.

I sighed and turned back to see Ginny sitting on the back of the leather couch, champagne glass in hand, her toes barely touching the shag rug as she drifted her feet back and forth. She was watching me again with those emerald, cat-like eyes.

"I already have next week's schedule, Derek," she reminded me, her eyes never leaving my face.

Shit. Busted.

"I... Umm..." I stammered, unsure what to say to the stunning woman before me, now that we were finally without an audience. I should have planned this better.

"You want some more champagne?"

Virginia's soft voice was my saving grace and I clung to it like a drowning man to a life raft, nodding my consent as she slid off the couch and turned towards the kitchen.

I followed slowly, relishing the sight of her perfect, heart-shaped ass swaying through the penthouse. She looked like she belonged here, in the lap of luxury, and I planned to make sure she stayed.

I watched as Virginia reached into the under-counter wine cooler and extracted a new bottle of champagne, unwrapped the cork, and draped a kitchen towel over the end of the bottle before pressing her thumbs to the top, the bottom of the bottle anchored against the apex of her thighs.

Good lord, what I would give to be that bottle.

"Let me get that for you," I offered quickly, coming around the island to reach for the bottle, just as the cork made a loud POP and foam dribbled down the neck of the bottle under the kitchen towel.

Tossing the towel aside, Virginia held the bottle up triumphantly, the foamy liquid dripping down over her fingers as they clutched the slender neck.

"Oops," she said with a breathy giggle. I watched, transfixed as she raised her hand to her lips, her delicate pink tongue darting out to lick the champagne from her knuckles.

"Hmmmm," she purred, her eyes fluttering closed at the taste of the expensive drink on her skin.  Her eyes found mine when they opened again, sultry and sensual, her lids heavy.

"So good," she whispered, her eyes still locked on mine. I swallowed with difficulty, forgetting to breathe as I watched her tongue lave her fingers, flicking between them to get every drop of the champagne.

As she worked, I felt my erection grow strong and taut beneath my pants, and I realized this sexy as hell display with the champagne was Virginia's not-so-subtle cue that she was more than ready to start fulfilling her duties as a personal assistant.

It pleased my control-freak side to no end, and I wanted to put her to work immediately, but my gentlemanly side insisted I let her set the pace.

Moving around the island, I kept my gaze locked on Virginia's until I came to stand directly in front of her, her back against the cold marble of the countertop. I placed one palm on the counter next to her, and with the other, I leaned forward and reached behind her to get the bottle of champagne, which I slowly pulled towards me, skimming her exposed arm with it as I retrieved it.

She shivered as the cold bottle touched her skin, tiny goosebumps arising instantaneously as the condensation from the bottle trickled down her arm in a single, slow rivulet.

"Oh no," I murmured, pretending to just notice that I had touched her. Acting on impulse, I leaned forward and brushed my lips up the outside of her arm, catching the bead of water on my tongue and licking upwards until the condensation was gone.

She shivered again under my touch, her breath quickening slightly, and my cock bounced against my zipper at her reaction.

Pulling away slowly, I grabbed our glasses from the counter and refilled them, depositing one in her hand before turning mine up and chugging the whole glass and filling it again. I watched as she took a deep swig from her own. A little liquid courage goes a long way.

"Derek, I--"

"Virginia, I--"

We had started our sentences simultaneously, and now we were simultaneously staring at each other in silence, willing the other person to speak first. When Virginia looked away and took another long sip of her drink, I took the opportunity.

"Virginia, I want you to be comfortable. If you need more time, or if--"

"I am comfortable, Derek."

Her soft words, spoken to the glass in her hand, stopped me in my tracks. I stayed silent until she looked up into my eyes, and I could see the truth in her statement.

"I want this as bad as you do," Virginia continued, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"I don't know if that's possible," I admitted. The confession drew a small smile from her luscious lips, and her eyes became heavy and hooded as she set down her glass and took mine from me, never breaking eye contact.

Leaning up on her tiptoes, Virginia put those lips close to my ear and breathed, "I want you to be the first, Derek."

It took me a solid five seconds to register what she had just said. What it implied. She had consented to sex with me and my three business partners at whatever time and place any of us saw fit. She understood the commitment involved. And she wanted me to be the first one to exercise my rights under our agreement.

In another second I was on her like a beast in the jungle on its unsuspecting prey.

I grabbed her voluptuous ass and dragged her up and against me, claiming her lips with mine as she responded immediately, anchoring herself around my hips with her long legs, and clinging to my shoulders, one hand twisted into the hair at the back of my neck.

I prodded her mouth with my tongue and she opened for me immediately, her soft, sweet tongue swirling with mine and exploring feverishly as mine did the same. When she bit down on my lower lip and tugged, a sound like an animal escaped my throat and I grabbed her tighter, pinning her against the nearest vertical surface--the refrigerator--so that I could gain better access to her incredible form.

As her back thudded forcefully against the refrigerator door, she dropped her head back and moaned, a soft, sexy sound that made my erection grow an extra quarter inch. Then she gripped my hair tighter and yanked my face back towards hers, crashing her lips onto mine again as she wrestled with the silk tie around my neck.

Reading her signals loud and clear, I pushed off from the refrigerator and turned to set her on the end of the kitchen island. As my hands left her body she made a little whimpering sound, as if she was desperate for my touch.

Between the sounds she was making, the look in her bedroom eyes, and the heat I could feel radiating from her center as I stood sandwiched between her thighs against the counter, I was about to come unglued. I had to get some control or I was going to be the one-thrust-wonder when we got to the best part.

Taking a step backwards to give myself some physical distance, I began working the buttons of my dress shirt one by one, maintaining eye contact with Virginia as I slowly removed my shirt and undershirt. Her feline eyes watched hungrily as my torso was exposed, devouring every inch of my pecs, abs, and the V that was just visible over my belt.

I was used to women drooling over me at the gym. I wasn't used to being eaten alive by a sexy jungle cat, and even without her touch on me I felt my cock struggling against the seam of my pants yet again.

"Your turn," I murmured, grabbing the bottle of the counter and taking a drink straight from it.

When Virginia raised one eyebrow in question, I gestured up and down to her with the bottle.

"I took off my shirt. It's time you returned the favor," I answered, leaning back against the counter so that she could see how my body reacted to hers.

Without another word, Virginia slid off the counter and grabbed her pewter gray dress by the hem. In one fluid motion she pulled it up and over her head, letting it drop to the floor beside her. I gritted my teeth, flexing my jaw hard as I fought with my dick, willing it to calm down before I came in my pants.

But Virginia wasn't making it easy.