Dirty Talk (Get Dirty 1)
Chapter 9
Derrick
My pulse is racing in my veins as I set my phone aside, my throat suddenly dry at the thought of what Kat just said.
Holy fuck, did she just invite me to see her? I’m going to be hard-pressed . . . wait, I’m already hard. But more to point, after the beautiful set of breasts that I just saw, I’m going to have to do my best to be semi-gentlemanly. Gotta at least see what color her eyes are before I dive into those puppies for a suckle.
I look up and Susannah is giving me the evil eye, obviously annoyed that I’m texting during the show. It’s not against the rules. We don’t have too many rules that we actually have to follow, but it is something I rarely do since my focus is supposed to be work. And during the songs, Susannah and I usually chat about the last caller or sometimes the next segment.
Tonight especially, I should be schmoozing with the guest author, not pushing that off to Susannah to handle alone. Still, this fucking pic . . . I smile at Susannah sheepishly, hoping the silent recognition will be enough apology to move on as I hit Send on one last text to Kat, promising to get her back later.
Susannah’s not buying it, it seems. “Who’s so important that you’re texting them mid-show, Derrick? We’ve got a lot of information to cover tonight and I need you here with me. You could’ve at least said bye to our guest, especially after cutting her off.”
Something in her tone of voice makes me think the first question was what she really wanted to ask and the last bit about the show or guest was an afterthought.
I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. “Just a friend,” I lie through my teeth. “She’s listening in and we’re chatting about the show.”
Susannah snorts, shaking her head and making her brown hair bounce. “Lovely. Perhaps you’d like to discuss the show with me too, considering we’re still in the middle of it?”
Damn, what’s up with her tonight? First the pre-show meeting and then busting my balls about texting Kat. For the first time ever, I’m ready to get off the air and out of here.
“My bad,” I reply, trying to keep it light. “Let’s keep it rolling for the rest of the show.”
“Of course. Just keep your head in the game. We’ve still got two hours of show left, several more emails to read, and callers too. You can’t just drift off whenever you want.” She’s back to chastising me, not responding to my semi-apology.
She’s riled up now, almost ranting. “We have to stay focused so the show doesn’t bomb tonight. The bigwigs will be listening to see how we handle a guest that’s a paying advertiser, and so far, it wasn’t stellar. She’s gone, but we still have to do a few plugs for her. Pull it together, Derrick, so that we represent the book effectively.” She rolls her eyes. “In case you didn’t know, or care, advertisers are how we actually make money for the station.”
“Fine,” I snip as I move back into position for the next bit. Maybe I was off my game tonight, but I don’t need her bitching me out. “Let’s get this done.”
It’s a lot later than normal when I get home, but it’s all I can do to get inside before I’m texting Kat again to see if she’s still up. I’ve been thinking about this all fucking night, and after the night I’ve had, I need this. I want to see more of her, but I don’t want to scare her off either.
As soon as she responds, I hit dial, calling her. Her voice is like a shot straight to my dick, breathy and low and purring like the sex kitten I know she has buried deep inside her. “Hello.”
“Kitty Kat, you don’t know what you’ve done,” I growl, yanking my shoes off and sitting on the couch.
I’m so heated that I realize I made her worry when I hear the apprehension in her voice. “What? Did I get you in trouble at work?”
I know the pic had to be a big leap for her, and I appreciate that she did that with me, for me. Quickly, I reassure her. “No, Kitty Kat, I’m not the one in trouble. You are. Because all I have been able to think about are those tits.”
Kat’s voice is lighter now, playful as she realizes everything’s more than okay, and she’s been waiting for this too. “Oh, really? Seems I did get promised a little something in return that I haven’t gotten yet. I have to tell you, Derrick. You’re my first. I have never done something like this, so go easy on me.”
I growl, something about her teasing about my being her first making my cock grow to full hardness in the blink of an eye. “Hang on, then. I have something for you.”