Page 33 of Judging Duke

“Then you’re more stupid than I ever thought you were.”

A red mist descended, and I released his hand, balling my fists.

“You’d better shut up now.”

“Why? What are you going to do? Hit me? You chickened out last time. You’re a fucking coward, always running away.”

That was it. I’d had enough. I swung at him, and despite his apparent sluggishness, he easily danced out of my reach.

I tried again, this time clipping his jaw.

“Fight me,” I shouted at him. My heart pounded in my chest, and my fingers tingled from the rush of adrenaline surging through me.

“Coward,” he taunted, a sneer on his face.

“I am not a coward.” We stood so close. I could smell the expensive aftershave he wore, see his long eyelashes, his crystal-blue eyes that dared me to continue.

My eyes dropped to the mouth that uttered the words, goading me into a fight I wasn’t sure I could win.

A wave of lust hit me. What was it about him that turned me on so much?

His loathing had been on display since the night Robbie had been injured, but Simon had never been far from my thoughts.

I’d admit I’d watched him more than once since discovering his profession. I’d dreamt of having him inside me or me inside him. I didn’t care. I knew that sex with him would be memorable. How could it not be?

As if sensing my change in mood, his face hardened, and a lascivious smile spread across his face.

He took hold of my hand and cupped his groin. I felt his hardness grow, and an involuntary groan left me.

“Do you want this? I know you do; I can see it.” He inhaled deeply. “I can smell it.”

Surprise rippled through me as he licked my face, his tongue hot against my chilled skin.

“Hmmm. I can taste it too.”

By now, my dick throbbed, begging to be released from the confines of the tight jeans I wore. I’d beg if I thought he would do it.

What the fuck was I thinking? I was ready to lamp this guy a minute ago. Now I was ready to drop everything, jeans included, just to feel the touch of his hand.

I tore my eyes away, the spell broken.

“What? Too much of a man for you?” he asked.

Cockiness dripped from him. Where had that come from?

“I wouldn’t let you fuck me if you were the last man on earth.”

“Oh, I guarantee you would, Duke.”

He was becoming more abhorrent as each second ticked by, and I berated myself for even thinking about having sex with him.

He was a bastard, through and through, so why was my hand still at his groin? Why did I continue to stroke along his length?

At some point, we’d moved out of view of any passersby, his back against the wall of a store. He thrust his hips forward, grinding his cock against my hand.

He worked up a steady rhythm, and I flattened my palm against his cock, feeling the imprint of the head through the thin fabric.

I crashed my lips into his, remembering the last time. He slipped his arms around my waist, bringing me closer to him, my hand trapped between us.

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