All Chapters of BAD REPUTATION : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Olivia looked genuinely startled, her grip tightening on the doorframe. “Oh,” she breathed, her voice a mix of confusion and something softer. “You got me a present?”Derek couldn't tell if that was a flicker of excitement or a shadow of dread in her eyes. He nodded, his gaze fixed on her face as if searching for a green light. “Yeah, I did. I was going to have Izzy deliver it, but she basically told me to grow a pair and do it myself. So... here I am.” He tried to let a small, self-deprecating smile reach his lips, but it faltered when she remained silent. “I hope you don’t mind.”Olivia shook her head, still looking a little dazed. “No, I don’t... but you should know I didn’t get you anything. I didn’t even know you were coming, and I—”“It’s alright, Liv,” Derek interrupted gently, a genuine smile finally breaking through. “I wasn’t exactly expecting a trade-off.”He stretched out his hand to her and Olivia reached for the package slowly, her movements cautious, as if she expected

The afternoon sun was beginning to slant across the living room floor by the time the last of the fried rice had been cleared away. Derek settled onto the large, charcoal-gray sofa, the weight of the day—and the cocktails—settling into his bones.Olivia had disappeared for a quick refresh, and when she returned, she'd traded the silk for a pair of tiny denim bum shorts and an oversized vintage t-shirt that swallowed her frame. Her hair was still in that high, chaotic ponytail, damp at the nape of her neck, and she smelled like vanilla and shampoo.She looked soft. She looked like a girl who had finally let her guard down, and Derek felt a fierce, protective ache tighten in his chest. He watched her, wondering if she’d choose the armchair or the opposite end of the couch. Not that he'd mind where she sat, he was just happy to be welcome in her space again, but when she moved toward him and sat close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating off her skin, he felt like he’d just won

The week had been a slow, exquisite torture of digital intimacy. Derek had called every night, his voice a low, gravelly anchor in her ear, telling her that he missed her, that he dreamt of her a lot, that he couldn't wait to see her soon, and all Olivia could do was smile like a kid who'd been given candy. He was back to his usual funny and flirty self. He'd even sent her flowers twice during the week—white lilies and deep, blood-red roses—had turned her apartment into a fragrant reminder of his presence. He was being thoughtfully clingy, giving her just enough space to breathe while making sure she never forgot she was wanted.By the time Friday evening rolled around, Olivia was vibrating with a restless, hungry energy. When he’d asked to take her out for New Year’s Eve, the ‘yes’ had left her lips before he’d even finished the sentence.At ten o’clock sharp, she stepped out of her building, the air crisp against her skin. Derek was already there, leaning against the hood of his ca

"Derek..." Olivia exhaled, her head falling back against the leather headrest as she turned to look at him."Soon baby,” he muttered, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. “Soon,”He drove with one hand, his gaze fixed on the road, but his focus was entirely on the sensation of her soft skin beneath his palm. His thumb began a slow, torturous caress, moving upward along the curve of her leg, grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Every time he shifted gears or slowed for a light, his grip tightened, his fingers flexing against her as if he were trying to memorize the very feel of her.The city blurred past the windows—a smear of neon and New Year’s Eve madness—but inside the car, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing. Olivia reached out, her fingers digging into his forearm, feeling the rigid muscle beneath his suit jacket. The friction of his hand against her skin through the slit of the dress was driving her to the brink."We're almost there," he promised, his v

Derek let go of her, but only to stand and reach for his belt buckle, and then his zipper. He pushed down his pants along with his boxers, pulling his legs out of them before he looked at her again. He grabbed his cock, stroking it as he stared at her, “It’s not going to be slow, Liv,” he told her, breathing hard, as a sexy intensity filled his features “I'm going to take you fast and hard, but it’ll be good. Damn, I can’t wait, it’s gonna be so good.”“I’m ready for good,” she said and nodded her agreement before sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as desire and anticipation gripped her throat.He didn’t lie. He came back to her and thrust into her in one fast, deep stroke that almost sent her soaring over the couch. But she’d planted her feet on the floor and clenched the cushion in her fingers. She gasped as her body stretched and acclimated to his presence.He sealed his mouth against hers, his tongue thrusting deep. She scented herself, his masculine, woodsy aroma, and the com