Page 29 of Embattled Ever After

He was wide awake now though, and planned on starting her morning right.

Releasing her breast, he shifted over top of her enough to kiss the right breast. “Oh, yes,” she sighed.

He played there for a moment, then began to shift lower. When he reached her thighs he spread her knees wide, and leaned down to kiss the dark red hair hidden there. Alex gasped at the touch of his tongue, but she didn’t pull away. No, she tipped her hips up toward him.

Duncan used to be good at this, but it had been a while. Carefully spreading her lips with his fingers, he delved deeper, searching for and finding her clit. Above him, Alex cried out, wiggling. Duncan cupped her hips in his hands and settled flat on his stomach, loving the response she was giving. No, the response he was evoking in her.

He teased and coaxed and enticed, and she quivered. Long legs moved restlessly and she clutched at his head. Then she began to pant, and squirm. Duncan didn’t let her pull away, though. He kept his mouth sealed tight to her, and his tongue lapped at the moisture flowing from her now. Shifting, he slipped a finger into her wetness and stroked inside her pelvic bone, easily finding her g-spot. He rubbed that spot firmly, flicking back and forth, then forward and back. She arched her back, trying to shift away, then moving in time to his thrusts. Alex screamed as she climaxed, her thighs tightening around his head. Duncan kept up the pressure until she cried out again, a second, easier orgasm rolling through her. With a final, lingering lick, he pulled away.

Alexandra’s eyes were dazed, fuzzy with contentment, but she managed to give him a seductive smile. “I don’t know how you haven’t been snatched up yet. That was mind-blowing.”

Duncan grinned, loving that he’d satisfied her so well. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

He was surprised when she pushed him over and straddled his thighs. His dick seemed to know that release was mere inches away, but he waited to see what she would do.

Leaning down, she took his mouth in a soft, lingering kiss, not seeming to care her essence lingered on his lips and chin. Instead, she angled her head further and deepened the kiss. The taste of her, the excitement, fed him like nothing else.

Then she pulled away and began pressing kisses down his chin, down his neck to his chest. Duncan savored her soft, glancing touch. It had been a long time since he’d been taken care of this way.

Eventually she bumped into the head of his cock, and he held his breath while he waited for her next move. She just continued kissing—down the length, around the crown, back up the underside. She handled him with care and firmness, and when she took him into her mouth he groaned. The hot, wet heat liquefied his bones, but he gave himself up to the experience. And what an experience it was. This woman knew how to give a blow-job.

It seemed like just moments before he was at the edge of climax. He fisted his hands into her hair and gave her subtle suggestions, but overall just enjoyed the pleasure she was giving him. And when he came, he expected her to pull away but she just drank him down.

Recovery from a ride like that didn’t come quickly, but when Alex rubbed her way back up his body, he had to open his eyes and look at her. “You are a great pain reliever. For a solid five minutes you give my brain something to do other than dwell on pain.”

Grinning, she propped her chin on her stacked hands on his chest. “Good! Glad I could help.”

Folding an arm under his head, Duncan tried to remember what he’d decided early this morning. Oh yeah, they weren’t good for each other. She was too damn young. It was hard to feel anything with conviction right this second, though. He still felt too satisfied.

Her hands had begun to wander and he felt her fingers drift over his ribs, and the black ink tattoo there. There was a soldier’s cross, as well as a list of names.

“Those are all guys I lost on my deployments,” he told her. “I’ll always remember their names, but I wanted something more of them. For them.”

“I thought it was something like that. That’s a hell of a list.”

Sighing, he looked at her. “We were in some very bad places.”

“It’s a beautifully done piece.”

Her face radiated compassion. Like she understood what he felt.

“I keep a personal journal,” she murmured, “of people and cases that stand out in my career. It may be a little strange but I feel like it keeps me on my toes. Keeps me looking for things missed. Their lives meant something to me.”

Duncan looked at her more sharply. “Yes. Most of those guys were less than twenty-two years old. Barely even had time to be men, but they meant something to me. They saved lives and they protected their country.”

“Yes, they did.”

It had been a long time since he’d been involved with anyone and his emotions felt scraped raw. Nothing he’d done or said or showed her had deterred her attention, and he was at a bit of a loss. For so long he’d been alone, and lonely, but unwilling to open himself up to anyone. Yes, he’d dated here and there, but they’d been easily forgotten.

In his mind he kept ticking off points on why they couldn’t be together, but there weren’t that many. Maybe he should just enjoy the time he had with her.

“I planned on going in to work for a while today,” he told her. “You can either join me or stay here. Or if you drop me off you can take my truck if you’d like to get out and do something.”

She glanced at him as she sat up, and he was distracted by the long line of her graceful back. Her breasts were tipped up and beautiful and her long torso smooth.

Her laugh focused his attention on her. “Sorry,” he told her with a grin. “I was distracted.”

“I can tell. What I said was, if you don’t mind, I would love to come with you and see your company. And if you have room, I can do some computer work as well.”

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