Broken Submission

The Club

I've been lengthening my chapters, trying to keep from breaking up my scenes so much. Clue me in if you'd like them even longer or if you'd prefer I keep them short.

Derek had struggled to stay awake on the drive home, but now he slumped on his couch, his mind very much awake. The evening had been a fantastic blur. He couldn't remember half the things they'd talked about, but he did know that his soul felt settled, soothed. But he had failed in one respect. He had forgotten his purpose—he had not gotten her to agree to stay. He'd been so caught up in being with her that he'd forgotten to even ask.

(Fun fact, not only did he forget that that was his intention, but I did too. Whoops)

He picked at the hem of his shirt as he tried to come up with a plan. She'd seemed like she was trying to leave within a week, a shockingly short time frame. What had induced her to move so hurriedly? Maybe it was family troubles. It hadn't sounded like they were in a very good place. But that didn't seem like something she'd feel the need to hide. He mulled over the situation, not noticing how his head dipped lower with each passing second until, eventually, sleep overcame him.

Fuck creepy, he was officially at stalker status. Derek almost turned and left when her apartment door swung open. Her shocked expression made him laugh, albeit a bit guiltily.

"Derek?" She stared at him. "What are you doing here?"

He scrubbed his hand over the back of his neck. "Ah... I was just wondering if you'd be interested in joining me at the club tonight?"

Her expression fell. "Derek—sir— I mean..." she stopped and took a deep breath. "I thought you knew that last night was a one time thing?" Her expression was a little pained.

He winced. "I know, you're leaving, but while you're here, I thought you might like to come? As my guest," he added, since her membership was still suspended.

A little longing mixed into her features as well as a touch of embarrassment, though he could tell why. "I—" She appeared to have a silent argument with herself. She peeked up at him. "Just tonight?"

He grinned. "Just tonight. Though I will say ahead of time, I don't share. If you come, you are with me, exclusively." It was a risk; she was obviously on the fence as it was. But there was no way he was going to be able to sit by while she scened with someone else.

But to his surprise, she didn't appeared bothered, even going so far as to shrug. "I wouldn't come as your guest anyway, just to leave you on the sidelines." She waggled her eyebrows, and he was shocked and thrilled to see the sass in the movement. "Unless you're into that kind of thing."

He growled and stepped forward to loom over her. Her oh shit expression was as playful as his threatening one.

"Not with you, little one." The words left his mouth before he could think about the implication.

Her expression changed, and he was floored to see it melt into something deeper—arousal. She liked the possessiveness of his words. He growled again, and this time there was nothing playful in the sound. His lips twitched though when he saw her thighs clench together at the sound. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Holy fuck. She pressed her thighs together, trying to ease the ache in her core. The man knew how to push all her buttons. She was turning into a horny, dirty-minded slut. She rarely even cursed in her own head before she met him, and she certainly didn't cream her panties from a little growl. It was a shock to her system when he pulled back, leaving her gasping. He hadn't even touched her. And the bastard knew what he was doing too if his smirk was any indication.