Page 25 of Judging Duke

What the hell was I thinking? I hated him, didn’t I?

“And if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were checking me out,” he said, moving nearer.

“Why would I do that?” I asked. I took a step closer and brought my glass to my lips to drink the cold liquid.

His eyes widened as I swallowed, and he smirked as he took the glass from me and drank deeply, droplets of condensation dripping onto his tanned skin.

Tension crackled between us, and I didn’t know if it was from hate or sexual energy. Confusion set in, and from the look on Simon’s face, he felt the same.

His lips parted, and he took a deep breath, eyeing me up, much the same as I’d done to him.

“You’ve not changed all that much, Duke Anders. Still the same boy I knew fifteen years ago.”

“I’m not a boy anymore, Simon.”

“No, you’re not,” he said, almost to himself, and once again, we stood chest to chest, heat radiating from his firm body.

He looked into my eyes; and before I knew it, my back was against the wall, his lips crushed against mine in a hard kiss. He didn’t hesitate, his strength keeping me in place.

Shock turned to need, and I kissed him back. Memories of how much I’d wanted to do this when I was a teen filling my head.

His arousal was evident, his body flush with mine. He opened his mouth, covering mine, and I did the same, filling his mouth with my tongue, tasting him. It was so fucking good; I couldn’t stop.

I turned us around and pinned him to the wall with one hand, his arms above his head, the other at his throat. He groaned and leant into me, chasing my lips.

But all too soon it stopped, and Simon tore his mouth from mine.

“Why did you do that?” He wiped his mouth, anger in his eyes.

“You started it, and I didn’t hear you complaining. In fact, I’d say you wanted it.” I could hardly catch my breath.

“Fuck you, Duke.” He snatched his shirt from his shorts and put it on before storming away, leaving me more confused than ever.

What the hell had just happened? Why did he kiss me, and more to the point, why did I kiss him back?

I watched him as he walked away, not missing his backward glance.

He’d enjoyed the kiss. There was no hiding that. His hard cock had pressed against my own.

“What the hell was that all about?” I spun around to see Fabian looking at me, open-mouthed.

How the fuck was I going to explain it?

“It was nothing.” I walked past him and into the hotel.

“Didn’t look like nothing.” He trailed after me and followed me into the staff room.

“Just drop it, Fabian.”

“Do you know him? How do you know him?”

Jesus, all the damn questions.

“I said drop it. I don’t want to talk about it.”

I did, though. I wanted to talk to Simon. I wanted to know what it meant.

“You had your tongue down his throat.” He sounded hurt, and I remembered how he’d daydreamed about him yesterday.

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