Page 30 of The Duke's Surprise Heir

He didn’t have time to enjoy her other breast because Macie pulled away, quickly stripped off her leggings, then climbed back onto his lap, straddling him.

“Do you have protection?” she demanded, rubbing herself against him as she fumbled with his belt buckle.

“Pocket. Right side.” He groaned when her slim hands released him from the confines of his boxers, those fingers wrapping around his shaft, stroking him until his head spun with urgent desire.

“No more, Macie!” he told her, pulling her hands away. “Give me the condom!”

She shook her head, sliding backwards on his legs.

Edward knew what she was going to do, but he wasn’t sure he’d survive. He watched as her fingers rolled the condom down over his shaft, teasing him, making him groan.

He wasn’t going to let her get away with that, no matter how sweet the torture. He spread his legs, which spread her wide. He watched with fascination as his thumb stroked her, his body heating with the glistening wetness of those pink folds completely exposed to him.

At his first touch, Macie leaned back, her hands behind her, supported by his knees as he rubbed her until he thought she was going to climax right then. Then he pulled his thumb away. If he wasn’t also in pain, he might have laughed at the guttural sound Macie made, as well as the frantic look in her eyes. But he was well beyond the possibility of laughing now. Later. Much later, he would find this whole scene amusing. Right now, he just needed to be inside her.

“Take me, Macie,” he ordered, lifting her hips and positioning her right on the tip of his erection.

He felt her soft fingers grip his shoulders and braced himself. It didn’t help. Feeling Macie lower her body onto his shaft was…incredibly hot! He loved watching her like this and he nearly lost control as she accepted all of him into her tight, amazing heat.

“Move,” he ordered, his voice hoarse now as the need for release hit him like a brick.

She moved and, because he was so close, he brought his thumb back into play. It only took a couple strokes to bring her back to the edge of a climax. Pulling her closer, he kept his thumb in place, letting her shift against the pad of his thumb while he pulled her closer, sucking hard on her nipple! That was all it took to bring her over the edge and she had to cover her mouth with her other hand to mute the screams of pleasure. She started to slow down, but he grabbed her hips, encouraging her to ride him until his own release washed over him. And it felt as if his soul drained out of him and into her.

“Witch,” he groaned, pulling her in close, needing to feel her against him after that kind of intensity.

“Thank you,” she whispered into his ear. Then kissed his neck before going limp across his chest.

He pulled her in closer, not pulling out of her but, instead, enjoying the intimate connection of holding her just like this.

“Gilly, we need to talk,” Henry announced as he stepped into the warehouse manager’s office. He froze in the doorway, staring at…! “What the hell is going on in here?”

A woman clad in what could only be described as pieces of nylon strung together with a shoestring, was getting to her feet. Behind her, Gilly was quickly zipping his fly.

“Thanks, darlin’,” the manager said, patting the irritated woman on her barely covered butt.

“Fifty bucks,” the woman demanded, flipping her hip to one side and planting her hand on it, the other hand outstretched for the cash.

Gilly grinned, then reached into the desk and pulled out a wad of cash. Peeling off the appropriate amount, he handed it to her, a disgustingly smug smile on his face. “That was a good one, right?”

The woman rolled her eyes, pushed her overly hair-sprayed hair up a bit higher, then turned on her heel. “Whatever. Call me when you need another one.”

She stalked to the door and turned sideways, looking at Henry as if assessing him.

Henry loved the idea of getting a blowjob on command, but this woman was nothing like his fantasy. Quickly, he shook his head and lifted both of his hands, palms out. “No cash here,” he snapped. “Get out.”

He waited until the hooker had sauntered out of the office before slamming the door behind her. Then he glared at Gilly. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting a blowjob?” the manager asked, laughing at the stupid question. “What did you think I was doing, balancing my checkbook?”

“Don’t do that crap here!” Henry hissed, bracing his hands on the metal desk. “And definitely don’t leave a roll of cash lying around! Now that woman knows you have spare cash. You’re either going to get mugged on your way out to your car tonight, or she’s going to get a group of her buddies to break into this office and steal that cash from you.”

“Don’t be such a worrier. I can take care of myself.” He leaned back in the chair, relaxed now that he’d gotten satisfaction. “Why are you here? I thought we weren’t going to meet for a while.”

“We have a big order that needs to get on a plane tonight.” Henry sighed, pushing away from the desk. “How soon can you shift things around so that the crates can get on the flight heading to Germany?”

Gilly sighed gustily, but he leaned forward, typing on his computer. He searched for a bit, then nodded. “Yeah, there are some boxes that I can take off tonight’s flight to fit the client’s shipment. But we need to be careful about the weight, right? And the size?”

“Can’t you find similar boxes to take off and substitute the crates?”

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