Duke(58)
Gen wasn’t sure he was right, but was afraid he might be.
He went to the bathroom, brought back a warm washcloth, and wiped her down as if she were a precious treasure.
This man was so rough around the edges, could be so crude at times, and yet so gentle, so caring.
He rolled to his side, pulled her back to his front, and said, “Sleep now, Beautiful.”
She closed her eyes, wiggled her hips against him. “I can’t. Duke. No way.”
His chuckle vibrated against her back. “Breathe in, breathe out. Feel the air coming in, going out. Change your focus, Gen.”
She didn’t want to change her focus. She knew he could get hard again, they could get the second time out of the way tonight, then maybe she’d get an orgasm after he got off tomorrow morning. No way could she focus at work tomorrow if he was right, and her vibrator induced orgasm made her even hornier.
She reached back with her hand, found him soft, but didn’t have a clue how to go about getting him hard.
“Let’s discuss strategy,” he said, his voice a gentle caress. “You know it takes me a lot longer to get off the second time, which means you’ll have to endure a helluva lot more torment than you just experienced. Then, tomorrow morning, it’ll go quick, but there won’t be time for a second go-round because you have a ten o’clock meeting, which means you’ll have to wait until tomorrow night for your orgasm.”
She sighed and he continued. “Or, I can have my second orgasm tomorrow morning, which as we’ve already ascertained will be fast. Tomorrow night we’ll have time for multiple go-rounds, which means you’ll have to survive the first time without release, but then I’ll give you all the orgasms you can handle during our second time.” He stroked her hip. “Your choice, Beautiful. I’m not opposed to going again; I kind of enjoyed tormenting you earlier.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Duke apparently didn’t like to be driven around. He’d picked her up at her office in one of the club’s Expeditions, and she sat in the front passenger seat while Brain and Bash sat in the middle row of seats, Tiny and Dozer in the back.
They looked at all of the spots she’d thought might be a possibility, but weren’t happy enough with any of them to seriously consider them as possibilities.
When they made it back to her office she discovered Bash had another car there, and everyone left except Duke and Brain. “Okay, Beautiful. I promised you some answers, and I’ve arranged to be able to give you some. You got a problem with me driving your car? We’re headed to The Billiard Club.”
She blew out a breath and walked to her own passenger side. He was a good driver and she wasn’t up to arguing with him about who was going to drive.
They went in a side door, down a hallway, and into a well-appointed office. Isaac sat behind the desk and he came around it and hugged Gen.
“Did Duke tell you why you’re here?”
“Something about giving me some answers, but I’m not sure why we had to come here.”
Isaac eyed Duke and said, “That’s it? No hints about what the answers are?”
Duke’s voice was deeper than normal, not quite hostile, but not far from it. “No. You’re here because she trusts you and likes you, Abbott’s here as witness. Neither of you are here as consultant.”
Isaac nodded. “Fair enough. Abbott stayed here last night, he’s headed up from the basement now.” He sat on his sofa as he said, “Fair warning, this time of the afternoon? He’s likely to be pissy.”
The door opened and Abbott walked in, perfectly put together in his usual suit and tie. He sat in Isaac’s chair, behind his desk, and nodded at Duke without saying a word.
“You trust me never to hurt you? No matter what?” Duke asked Gen.
She looked at him a few seconds and said, “Intellectually, yes. But in practice? I told you, it’s a work in progress.”
He nodded. “Isaac’s here because I know you trust him. You know what it does to me to see you look at me with fear, so I’m hoping with him at your back, you’ll be able to see me for who I am, not what I am.”
She let him draw her into his arms, and then stepped back when he did. “Go sit with Isaac, Beautiful.”
Isaac pulled her into his lap when she went to sit beside him, saying, “It’ll be okay, Genevieve.”
Duke sat and took his boots and socks off, then stood to take his shirt off, casually draping it over the side of the sofa.
When he started unbuckling his belt, Gen asked, “Ummm, Duke? What are you doing?”
“It’ll all make sense in a minute, Gen,” he said as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.