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I had no idea where he was going; I only knew I had to thank him. It’d just have to wait.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

DUKE

Watching Simon was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Yes, watching porn on a screen was hot, but in the flesh, actual live action… I was as horny as I’d ever been.

His face as his orgasm hit was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life, and I’d witnessed my fair share.

Unable to face him, I’d legged it, bursting through the door into the blinding sunlight.

Taking a moment to adjust, I walked towards the house, veering off to escape through the gate, when I heard him call my name.

I had to gain my composure if I was to speak to him again, but that image would take up space rent-free in my head for the rest of my life.

My heart continued to race as I leant against the wall, barely able to catch my breath in the dry heat.

No one followed me, and for that, I was grateful, unsure that I could string together a coherent sentence.

“Fuck.” I closed my eyes, picturing him in my mind, his hand as he’d pleasured himself. I had no interest in the major attraction, the two men fucking on the bed. They meant nothingto me. Simon had drawn my attention, and now I couldn’t unsee his impressive cock.

God, how I’d love to look closer, to map the veins, every lump and bump, to feel the texture and finally, to taste him. I licked my lips in anticipation.

I’d never wanted anything more in my life.

I straightened when I heard Barbara call my name, wiping my sweaty hands on my shorts.

“Duke? Are you out here?” She walked through the gate, looking left and right.

“I’m here,” I said, startling her from my hiding place, partially hidden behind a large shrub.

“What on earth are you doing out here? You’re late for our appointment, and Cyril said he saw you dashing out the gate.”

Shit, it was almost eleven fifteen, and we’d agreed to meet at eleven.

“I’m sorry. I got waylaid.” We strolled back towards the house.

“I’ll bet you did,” she said, a mischievous smile on her face. “Cyril said you were in the studio. I hope you enjoyed watching. He said Simon put on a most excellent show.”

Oblivious to my discomfort, she continued to talk.

“It’s so different seeing it in the flesh. I often sneak in and watch. So much more sexual, don’t you think?”

She stopped walking and talking to look at me.

“Is everything okay, Duke? Talk to me.”

“I’m fine, honestly. Now, let’s get you massaged.”

Finally able to breathe normally, I led her back to the house and into the room she’d had prepared, complete with a luxurious massage bed.

A table stood at the side of the room, holding a range of oils. Large fluffy white towels hung on hooks screwed into the wall. Aset of French windows opened onto a small balcony, a sheer drop to the ocean below.

She walked to them, flung them open, and stood with her arms wide, her head thrown back.

“I love it here, Duke. I feel alive like never before.” She spun to face me. “Don’t waste your life waiting. Grab it by the balls and make it yours. All too soon it’ll be over, and what’s the point of living with regrets? I want to die knowing I had the best fucking time possible.”

Tears filled her eyes. Where was my fun-loving Barbara?

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