Page 34 of Judging Duke

He continued to grind himself, taking pleasure from the closeness.

“Touch me,” I whispered against his lips, momentarily breaking contact.

I gasped as he complied. It had been months since I’d felt the touch of another. All thoughts of intimacy disappearing when they weren’t him. His kiss had ruined me for everyone else. I doubted the same could be said for him.

I dropped my head to his shoulder, hearing his harsh breath in my ear.

“Yes, just like that,” I panted. At this rate, I’d be coming in my jeans like the horny teenager I’d been.

He moaned too. Was he as close as I was?

Shuddering, his body sagged against mine, and his breathing stuttered. The warmth of his spunk seeped through the light trousers he wore. Guess I had my answer. I chased my own release, but before I could get there, he was gone, leaving me open-mouthed in his wake.

If it were able, my cock would have cried out, denied the orgasm it desperately wanted.

I turned around and searched the vicinity for him, but he was gone.

“Now who’s the fucking coward,” I shouted into the darkness.

An elderly couple tutted their displeasure as they walked by. Had it been a moment earlier, they’d have witnessed somethingthat would have likely shocked them. Or maybe not. You never could tell these days.

The walk back to the bar seemed to take forever. Ziggy and Marc were still there, gazing into each other’s eyes. You’d think they’d be out of the honeymoon phase by now, but for them, it appeared to be eternal.

Beau and Kwan were nowhere to be found.

“What happened? You look flustered. Case of blue balls?” Ziggy asked, his legs draped across Marc’s lap.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I sat with a thud and dropped my head to the table, my arms dangling by my side.

“Look, I don’t know what your deal is with this guy. Does it have something to do with why you left home?”

Ziggy knew a little of my past, although I’d never mentioned in detail what had made me run all those years ago.

I lifted my head to look at them both. Ziggy looked serious, concerned even.

“A little, I guess.”

“I’ll grab us some more drinks.” Marc extricated himself from Ziggy before placing a loving kiss on his lips.

I sighed inwardly. Ziggy was so lucky to have found what he needed. It’d taken almost being killed, but both he and Marc said it was worth it.

I wasn’t sure I’d want to go through a near-death experience just to find true love.

“He’s really got under your skin. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this way before. Not once.”

“I’ve never been this way before. He was my very first crush, and I don’t think you ever get over that.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

SIMON

Days had passed since my last encounter with Duke, and I’d not left my apartment. Hell, I’d not even left my bed. I’d ignored every call and message and wallowed in my depression and shame.

Showering seemed like far too much effort, and I stank, barely surviving on a diet of toast, noodles and soda. Sleeping meant I forgot everything. Waking meant I remembered it all. I knew which one I preferred.

How had I let it happen again? Why had I approached him at the bar?

But this time, it wasn’t all about Duke.

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