Page 209 of The Grand Duel

I push against him again, and he grunts, making my stomach flutter. When I ease the tip of my finger inside slowly, he tenses, his body tremoring. I suck him harder, working him at the base with a tight grip.

When he lifts his hips, the motion different from before, I sense what he needs and sink my finger in further, curling it inside of him.

His legs tremble under me, his body wound taut, and then he’s coming in my mouth, his cock jerking against my tongue as he fucks my mouth.

He’s fighting for breath as he comes down, my hand gently working him slowly as I take every last drop and swallow.

I ease myself away and look up at him, finding his eyes hooded, body sated and sunken into the hammock.

He shakes his head at me and huffs a laugh in disbelief.

I feel my cheeks pink and give him room to reach down and pull up his trousers. Once he’s done, I move up the hammock to lie with him again.

Before I settle over him, I kiss his cheek. “You did so good, baby,” I whisper, smiling.

His lazy grin only widens as he wraps his arms around me. “You’re going to fucking kill me, Lissie girl.”

THIRTY-EIGHT

Lissie

I’m in the break room the next morning when his body moulds to my back and his mouth finds my neck.

“Mr Aldridge,” I warn. “Your office manager could walk in here any second.”

“I don’t care,” he says against my skin, the smell of him making me heady. “You’ve been avoiding me all morning.”

I have. Mostly because I don’t want to be unprofessional.

He can’t keep his eyes off me.

“I don’t want to distract you.”

He chuckles, his chest rumbling against me as his hands smooth over my waist. “Too late.”

I place my hands on the counter and push back against him, closing my eyes when he lets out a groan.

“Charles,” I whisper, pleading. “Not here.”

He lets out another whining moan that makes me smile.

I turn in his hold, our bodies remaining together once I’m facing him. Looking up, I purse my lips, desperately wanting him to kiss me.

No kissing.

You cannot kiss me.

He shakes his head. “Can you take a day off from being so fucking beautiful, please? It’s affecting my ability to work.”

His cock is rock hard against me. “I’m not doing anything.”

“You are. You’re walking around my office looking like this.” He smooths his hands over my hips, sucking in a breath. “I’d hate to think how many hours I’ve lost thinking about you.”

“What do you think about?” I ask, my stomach tightening and my nipples hardening against the lace of my bra. “What do you imagine?”

His eyes are steadfast.

They don’t flicker.

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