Beautiful Desire

DERRICK 

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I laughed as the two girls literally ran out.

“Don’t be mean. This is the reason I hate having you here,” Dan Titans, my best friend said. He sounded amused, though. “You terrorized the poor girl.”

“I didn’t even say anything,” I said, still chuckling. My lips curved lazily, my body relaxed in that way it always is when I know I have someone’s attention. “I think she’s cute, though.”

Kassy.

The name rang in my head.

She was beautiful. No…she was something more than that. Pretty, gorgeous, with curves that called to me in a way no sane man should ignore.

 A body you would want to taste over and over again, to ruin, to worship, to make scream until she forgot her own name.

And her eyes. God, her doe eyes. Wide, curious, a little uncertain, shy, but so full of light.

She had the kind of lips men would start wars over. The most kissable lips I have ever seen. Plush. Soft. Begging for teeth and tongue.

She was a walking sin.

“She’s a sin,” I muttered, almost to myself.

Dan nodded without lifting his gaze from the stack of files spread across his desk. “I swear,” he agreed flatly, though I could tell his mind was elsewhere.

“Who will I pair her with…” Dan said, his tone absent, his eyes scanning the papers like they held the secrets of the world. “Would love to take it, I swear, but—”

“I’ll do it,” I cut him off.

His pen stilled. His hand froze mid-scribble. For the first time in the last ten minutes, he looked up at me, eyebrows raised.

“What?” he asked, like he hadn’t heard me right.

“I said I’ll teach her,” I repeated, this time slower, deliberate, making sure the weight of my words sink into his head.

Dan blinked. Then he chuckled, shaking his head as if to shake the madness right out of the air. 

He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest, giving me a look like I had just confessed to strangling a priest.

I couldn’t blame him for the disbelief. Hell, if the tables were turned, I wouldn’t believe me either.

I am Derrick fucking Cross. CEO of the biggest production company in the country. I run an empire worth billions. I don’t take jobs…I create them. I don’t follow rules…I make them. And now, here I was, standing in Dan’s sex academy office, offering myself as a fucking sex teacher.

Why, on God’s fucking earth, would I of all people want to teach a girl sex?

I didn’t have an answer. 

There was just something about her

But I wanted her.

So yes, I could understand the shock plastered all over my friend’s face.

I had only come here to visit, to kill some time. I had just signed a billion-dollar contract at a restaurant nearby, the kind of deal men twice my age would sell their souls for, and I thought, hell, let me swing by and see what Dan’s up to.

And then she walked in.

And suddenly, I'm saying something that doesn't make sense to my friend, even to me.

“You want to—” Dan tried to form the words, but his brain was clearly short-circuiting.

“I want her,” I cut in smoothly, before he could finish. My tone was sharp, decisive. “So employ me.” Then I smirked. “Oh, wait—I co-own this place, don’t I? So automatically, I can work here with a client.”

The smirk on my lips widened at the stunned look on his face.

Years ago, when Dan came to me with this insane idea of opening a sex school, everyone laughed at him. Everyone but me. He didn’t have the money to make it real, but I did. And I threw it at him because I like risk, and I like to see people gamble with the world. 

And look at it now, his little idea had turned into something solid, lucrative. I haven't been involved much all these years, but I've always had a key, always had a stake.

And now, it was time to use it.

Dan was still staring at me, his mouth open, he's going to swallow a fly…

I barely have time for anything in my life. Meetings, boardrooms, contracts, stock exchanges, media, endless dinners with people I couldn’t give less of a fuck about. 

My life is scheduled down to the last minute. But this…this was different. This wasn’t work. This was temptation. This was fire.

This will be fun.

I could make time for this. Hell, I'll clear my entire calendar if it means getting my hands on her.

Kassy’s face flashed in my head again. Her lips. Her eyes. That little nervous bite of her bottom lip.

Desire burned through me.

I can already imagine those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.

Fuck.

The thought alone made my body tighten, heat racing low in my stomach. 

I wanted to ruin her. Break her. Mold her. I wanted to take that innocence she carried like a fragile shield and shatter it with my hands, my mouth, my cock…until she was nothing but moans and tears and desperate pleas for more.

I didn’t know why she came here. I didn't care though…

But she won't be walking away the same 

I walked up to my friend, my steps unhurried. I clapped him on the back, his chair shifting slightly under the weight of my hand.

“Sign me up as her partner,” I said, my tone dripping with amusement, but sharp enough to leave no room for argument. “I promise to do my job… very, very well.”

I chuckled as I turned, already walking out before he could stammer out another confused question.

Outside, my bodyguards were waiting. Three shadows dressed in black, sharp-eyed, loyal to the bone. They straightened the second they saw me.

I didn’t slow my stride as I approached. They opened the door before I even reached it.

I slide into the back of my Rolls-Royce Boat Tail, the leather seats swallowing me in comfort. The car smelled like money.

The driver glanced at me through the mirror. “Where to, sir?”

“The mansion,” I said, leaning back into the seat.

I loosened my tie, ran a hand through my hair, exhaled slowly. My mind was still full of her—Kassy, with her wide eyes and soft lips.  

“I’m starting a new demanding job soon,” I muttered to myself, lips twitching with amusement. “So I need to rest more”

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KASSY

My hands trembled as the pen slid across the page, but I did it.

I made sure to skip the Core BDSM section, especially the pain part. I wanted nothing to do with that. Just the thought of it was enough to terrify me. I had searched online, digging through forums, reading people’s experiences—ropes, whips, restraints. Some described it like freedom, but to me, it sounded like torture.

No. I didn’t want that. 

So I skipped it. Crossed it out. 

I also chose one partner. Just one. The idea of multiple people touching me, teaching me, watching me—that was beyond ridiculous. I couldn’t imagine myself surviving that. One was already too much.

I sighed as I ticked off the boxes, filling in every date with shaking hands. Three times a week for a month. 

That was what I settled on. Enough to learn, enough to get through this and be done with it.

A month. That was all I needed.

Because I wanted this part of my life out of the way before my marriage. I wanted to go into it confident, prepared, no longer fumbling in the dark. I wanted to be ready for Shawn.

Fuck.

The word escaped me as I fell onto my bed.

Guilt has been eating me alive, clawing at me every hour of the day. It sat in my stomach, refusing to let me breathe properly. Because deep down, a part of me knew this was wrong.

So wrong.

A bad idea. A reckless one…

I closed my eyes, whispering the words I had told myself over and over again, trying to soften the edge of shame inside me.

“He doesn’t want my virginity…”

 He didn’t want it. Shawn didn’t care about it. 

I was doing this for us. For him. For me.

I kept repeating it. 

I told myself I was getting rid of a burden. Something that could cause problems in my marriage, arguments in the dark, awkward silences when we were supposed to be happy.

So no, it wasn’t cheating.

I tried to believe that. I whispered it again. It’s not cheating.

We weren’t even together together. Shawn was out there, doing his thing, living his life however he pleased. 

It's fine

“It’s cool,” I muttered

I said it again tiredly. “It’s cool.”

I fell on my bed and before I knew it I was drifting off….

A faceless but powerful man stood over me behind a black mask

I felt him before I saw him

His hands touched me, tracing lines on my body.

I tensed up but I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t.

Then his lips,soft, hot, demanding…moved lower.

Kissing between my thighs.

“Ready to Sin?”