Page 85 of The Small-Town Seduction Plan

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Duke tips my chin up, and I see the warm reassurance in his eyes. Steady and true, everything I’ve needed. “Whatever’s going on, we’ll figure it out together. I told you, baby. You can count on me.”

His words break open something inside me, that hard brittle shell I’ve been holding together for all my life.

And just like that, I’m not alone anymore.

He’s mine.

I reach for him again, pulling him down to meet my mouth in a heated, hungry kiss. I arch against him impatiently, gripping his shirt in my hand, needing to get closer.

I want him.

All of him.

“Whoa, wait a second,” Duke reluctantly draws back. He cups my cheek tenderly. “Let’s slow down and talk about this. Baby…"

"You can’t say that,” I remind him, my blood sizzling, hot and demanding. “Not unless you’re inside me.”

Duke inhales with a hiss, and then I’m fumbling with my keys, and throwing open the door, and launching myself at him again before it even slams shut behind us. We stumble until my back hits the wall, and his solid torso is hard against me.

God, yes.

“I missed you,” I whine, scrabbling at his clothing, sliding my hands under the fabric to luxuriate in the feel of his body.

“It’s been all of ten hours,” Duke growls, shoving his thigh between my legs and making me moan at the delicious friction.

“Too long,” I vow, grinding against him, kissing everywhere I can reach as he tears both our clothes off. “Don’t ever leave me alone that long.”

“You’re the one who left.”

I look up, and see the question in his eyes.

“I won’t do it again,” I whisper, meaning it with every bone in my body. “I promise. Whatever happens… it’s us. Together.”

Passion flashes in his eyes, and then Duke is kissing me again, devouring me, dragging me down to the rug and pinning me there beneath him with my shirt rucked around my neck and my skirt yanked clean away. “What do you need, baby?” he groans, palming my breasts with a possessive growl. “Tell me right now, and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you the fucking world.”

“You,” I manage, already spreading my legs for him, shameless and wet. “I just need you. Now.” I pull him into the cradle of my thighs, shoving his jeans down and closing my fist around his straining cock. He’s hard and thick and so perfect, I moan, guiding him to where I need him most.

“You’ve got me, baby,” Duke vows, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I’m all yours.”

And then he fucks into me, and I just about lose my mind. “Duke!” I cry, arching up, needing him deeper, god, every last inch. And he gives it to me: hard and fast, thick delicious thrusts that drive me wild, clawing at his back. Deep, deeper… Duke doesn’t let up for a second, not even when I’m wailing so loud in pleasure, the neighbors are probably calling the cops.

Especially not then.

“Christ, baby…” Duke pants, driving into me again, grinding high, hitting that perfect spot, over and over again. “You’re perfect. So perfect. Fuck. Can you feel that?”

God, I can. It’s already clawing in my bloodstream, tight and wild and so damn good.

I cling to him, gasping, the storm rising, out of control. “Duke…!”

“I know, sweetheart,” Duke flashes a wicked grin, pinning me in place, fucking me senseless. “I know what it feels like when this pussy’s about to come all over my cock.”

Oh god. I shudder at his filthy words, writhing helplessly beneath his relentless thrusts. I’m close, so close…

“Yeah, I know what gets my baby there.” Duke continues, his voice low and steady and so damn smug. “And nothing gets you hotter than taking orders. So be a good girl for me, and come.”

Our eyes lock, and connection surges between us, white hot. I come apart, howling his name as the pleasure slams through me, a tidal wave of sensation that seems to have no horizon. Duke sounds an animal roar, and then he’s coming into me too, fucking us through it, holding me tightly like he’s never letting go.

Which would be just fine with me.

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