His voice uncoils what’s left of my hesitation and I open up to him, inviting his touch.
He pushes his face between my thighs, planting light kisses across my flesh.
This is what I’ve literally been dreaming about, exactly this, and I’m trembling from the desire and lust that’s overtaken me completely.
His breath is hot on my pussy, not quite touching, not yet. My clit swells with anticipation. The first swipe of his tongue along my slit makes me cry out. He grips my hips and licks me. I hear him groan against my wetness, and it’s almost my undoing.
My clit throbs with the need to be sucked and licked. I arch my back in invitation.
He grips my thighs and dives in. His tongue glides along my pussy, making me wetter, hotter, more desperate for his touch. I throw back my head and close my eyes, giving in to this—to him.
“You taste so good,” he rumbles against me.
His voice is low, rough. I have never felt so wanted and sexy. And wet. My God, I’m wet. “Don’t stop,” I whisper.
I lift my hips, pushing his tongue into the folds of my slit. It draws circles around the tiny nub of my sex, licking, and sucking, and flicking with just the right amount of pressure. I grab the edge of the desk and thrash against his mouth. My teeth sink into my lip as I struggle not scream.
The pressure mounts.
I let go of the desk and bury my hands in his hair. I grab a handful and tug, release, tug some more, my grip mimicking the rhythm of his mouth. He licks, sucks, flicks his tongue across my swollen pussy. Jesus, fuck. He’s going to make me come.
I writhe under him, desperate for release.
I’m beginning to pant.
“Come for me,” he says.
I feel the orgasm surging so close. “Don’t stop.” Sweat beads across my brow. “Please, don’t stop.”
His tongue moves like lightening between my thighs. Flicking, sucking, licking. The orgasm hits hard and fast. It surges through my body, sending a tingling vibration through to my toes. The tension drains as I give in to the pleasure.
I arch my back, allowing full access. His mouth closes over me and he sucks, draining every last drop. When at last the vibrations stop, Duke pulls away.
My body goes limp.
It takes all my energy to lift my head off the desk. He sits upright and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. His beard glistens with dewdrops of my release. Those dark bedroom eyes glint with a wickedness that both frightens and thrills me.
I slide off the desk and awkwardly slip my skirt down over my hips. In the haze of my pleasure, confusion begins to swirl. What just happened? I bend to retrieve my discarded panties—another pair for the trash—but Duke gathers them in his fist. “These are mine now.”
I look up at him through hooded lashes, a shy smile playing on my lips. “I’m afraid I’m going to need some new underwear.”
“You may go now,” he says.
My eyes go wide. “Excuse me?”
Duke averts his gaze, and dismisses with a wave of his hand. “Works starts at 8 a.m. tomorrow. Don’t be late.”
Chapter 11
I’m halfway through a tub of Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey ice cream when my text message buzzes. I consider ignoring it.
Another buzz.
Fuck.
I know it’s going to be Forrest (Jake’s too busy moping about his ex) bugging me as to what happened after they left the office.
If I don’t turn the cell off, I don’t have a hope in hell of kicking this insomnia in the face. It’s probably a lost cause either way. I stab at another spoonful of ice cream, watching as it slithers off the spoon and back into the tub, half melted.
My insides are a bloody mess.
I keep replaying the scene—keep telling myself I didn’t do anything wrong. My intentions were good. And yet I still, somehow, ended up flat on my back with my boss’s tongue between my thighs.
And…bam! Just like that, I’m wet all over again.
I wind my hair into a pony tail and pile it loosely on top of my head. My reflection in the mirror is distorted without my glasses, but I already know what’s there. A plain Jane. Boring. Naïve. I don’t know what game Duke Kingston is playing with me, but I know this for sure: I’m losing.
His last words replay over and over in my mind. You can go.
How was I supposed to respond? Should I have unzipped his pants and taken his cock into my mouth?
Lord knows I wanted to. It’s not like the invitation was there.
I toss my spoon in the ice cream bucket and dump everything in the sink. My phone buzzes yet again. I snatch it off the counter prepared to fire off a firm text to Forest instructing him to leave me the hell alone.
But the texts aren’t from my business partner. They’re from Duke. I walk back to my bed, reading the messages, my eyes widening.