Just For You, Sir (Doms of Decadence 1)

He shook his head. “I won’t take the chance of hurting you.”

She knew his mind was made up and it was kind of nice to have someone put her health first.

“Okay,” she agreed. “How are we going to get to the doctor’s, though?”

“Don’t worry, Hunter is coming up with a plan. You just get some rest, baby girl.”

He sat with her, running his hand over her head until she drifted off into sleep.

Chapter Seventeen

Jacey smoothed down the sexy, babydoll nightgown she was wearing, nervous anticipation filling her.

It had been five days since the doctor had given the go ahead to resume normal activities, and yet Derrick still hadn’t touched her. Her bruises were fading and they no longer hurt. She needed to show him that she wasn’t fragile, that she wasn’t going to break.

Sure, there were a number of men in her house, but their bedroom was well away from the commandeered living area. She’d grown used to having the guys around; it was going to be quiet when they left.

If they ever left. It had over a week since they’d nearly been run off the road and nothing more had happened.

Hunter seemed to think that Stephan and Evan were biding their time, waiting for the right moment. Jacey just wanted this over and done with. She was starting to think that the only way to end this was to set a trap.

With her as the bait.

But she hadn’t quite worked up the courage to suggest that yet.

Sighing, she sat on the side of the bed. What was she doing? She wasn’t good at seduction. Even though Ava and Holly had assured her that this outfit would rock Derrick’s socks off, she still wasn’t sure.

She nibbled at her thumbnail. But she wanted him to touch her, to take her, hell, she’d give anything for him to threaten to spank her at the moment. He’d been treating her like a china doll and that had to stop.

As Jaron liked to say, all you needed was a good plan and the rest would fall into place. Jaron had turned out to be the most talkative of the bunch. Connor was pretty much attached to his computer, while Tiny still spoke in one or two word sentences. Hunter spoke, but most of the time it was to tell her what to do or not to do. The man was a regular grouch.

Out of all of them, though, it was Tiny who had grown on her the most. He was constantly trying to take care of her in his gruff way, cooking her favorite foods, guilting her into eating when she didn’t think she was hungry. She was even starting to put on some weight and the baby was becoming more pronounced, which made her so happy.

Standing, she turned from side to side in front of the large freestanding mirror.

The girls were right. She was going to knock Derrick’s socks off.

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Derrick walked up the stairs to their room long after he knew Jacey would have gone to sleep. He felt slightly bad about staying out of their bed until she fell asleep and then rising before she woke. He knew she didn’t understand why he hadn’t made love to her since the car crash, and he hated the confusion and hurt on her face when she looked at him.

But he was simply too frightened of hurting her. He didn’t know if he had it in him to be gentle right now. He was feeling too primal to go slow and easy.

If he took her, it would be hard, his walls would come crashing down and all the dominance and fear he’d been holding back would come pouring out.

There was no way he would ever risk hurting her, so it was best that he didn’t touch her at all. She would thank him in the long run. Even though the doctor had given them the all-clear to enjoy sex, Derrick was certain the doctor wouldn’t approve of the things Derrick wanted to do to her.

Like tie her to the bed, spread-eagled and at his mercy. He’d then feast on her pussy, driving her over the edge into orgasm over and over until she was limp with pleasure, completely satiated. Then he’d fill her ass with a plug, driving it into her, thrusting it into her tight hole until she was begging him to take her.

But he would hold off, taking her nipples into his mouth, playing with them, toying with them until neither of them could take any more.

Then he’d take her. Over and over. Rough, hard and fast.

No. He shook his head. She was pregnant, fragile. He had no business even thinking about taking her this way. Taking a deep breath, Derrick turned the door handle and stepped into the bedroom.

Finally, Jacey thought as the door opened and Derrick walked inside. She’d almost given up on him and gone to sleep. But as she watched his eyes widen, the way he stilled and just stared at her, she was glad she’d stayed awake.

She’d propped herself up on the bed, some pillows behind her back and her legs spread out wide.