All the President's Men 1: Derek's Darling Damsel

She was so busy replaying the part of the evening that had happened after they got to Derek’s room that she didn’t notice him entering the bathroom until the shower door opened and he strode in.

“Ack!” she screamed. “What are you doing?”

“Taking a shower, what are you doing?” he asked with a deep, sexy voice, and when he turned those hazel eyes on her, she melted.

“Oh…well…I thought.” She tried to get out, but he grabbed her and pulled her to him.

“I didn’t get my good morning kiss, bad girl,” he said, fisting his hand in her hair and pulling her face up to meet his. Taking her lips in a bruising kiss, he released her hair, and cupping both her buttocks, lifted her to straddle him.

‘Oh,” she managed when he released her mouth to lean down and take a nipple. Adjusting her on him, he plowed inside her and started a pounding rhythm.

She hadn’t noticed, but he walked into the shower wearing a condom, always prepared.

“We have to hurry, I have to be at Quantico at 0800 hours and I want you with me. We probably won’t have time for breakfast, but can grab coffee on the way, and there should be something there,” he told her, the entire time bracing her against the shower wall and pounding her.

Lifting her by the hips, he quickly flipped her around until she was facing the shower wall, ass up. “Brace yourself, baby, this is going to be quick and rough,” he told her as he pounded her harder and faster, drilling in and out.

“Oh my God, my clit, rub my clit,” she moaned.

Wrapping one hand around her waist to hold her in place, he took the other hand and started pinching and pulling her clit. “Don’t hold it back, baby, scream for me. I want to hear you scream.” He pounded her harder and faster, twisting and pulling her clit hard.

“Oh, oh, oh God,” she screamed as she came. If she hadn’t been braced against the wall with him holding her, she would have fallen flat on her face.

Still holding her around the waist, he lifted her until her feet no longer touched the floor and maneuvered them both to the bench in the shower. Sitting, he pulled her into his lap and let the warm water cascade over them for several minutes.

She relaxed into him, her body liquid. She knew she should move, but there was no way. Lying against him and letting the warm water wash away her cares, it was as if they were in their own little universe and nothing and no one could bother them.

Derek hated to move, but he had to be at the debriefing. Taking Dottie with him was probably a mistake, but he wanted the team to hear from her exactly what an ass the General was. Because of the negations that were happening, he knew his superiors would overlook the events of last night, but he needed to make sure nothing like that happened again. He would be glad when the ass went back to his own country and he was no longer a threat.

Standing with Dottie in his arms, he grabbed the soap and quickly washed both of them, and then he grabbed the shampoo and quickly washed and conditioned her hair.

When he finished he carried her out of the shower and dried them both, wrapping a towel around her and one around his own waist. He sat her in the chair at the vanity and grabbed a brush and the blow dryer.

“What are you doing?” she asked. No man had ever dried her hair.

“You want this dried, don’t you? And if I don’t brush it, you’ll be full of tangles that we’ll never get out.”

“How do you know all that?” she asked incredulously.

“Sisters and a mother,” he answered and turned the dryer on, brushing and drying her hair.

Once he had her hair dry, and she had to admit it looked good, he picked her up again and took her to the bedroom. Sitting her on the side of the bed, he walked out to the living room and came back with a small package.

Looking quizzically at it, she then looked up at him. “These should fit. If not, we’ll find something else,” he said as he handed the package to her.

She opened the package and found a pair of jeans and a shirt in her size. “How did you do this?” she asked. He hadn’t left the room unless he snuck out while she was sleeping.

“One of the team found your things in the General’s room, looked at the sizes, and went shopping.”

“Wow, I thought I was going to have to wear a towel or one of your shirts home.” She was shocked.

“Baby, you would look good in both of those or nothing at all, but I want you in a little more for the debriefing. You will find out I don’t share what’s mine. Ever. And you are mine.” He growled.

“We have to get ready and head out or I would show you exactly what I mean, so if you don’t want to walk out of the hotel naked, I suggest you get dressed.”

Dottie took th

e package in her hands and pulled out the clothes. Looking through the package, she didn’t find any underwear. Just the clothes. That’s all. Nothing else. Looking again to make sure she didn’t miss something, the bag was definitely empty.