Page 72 of Duplicity

That gets me a glimmer of a smile, and I seize the opportunity to preen a little.

‘You come for me like a little champ, don’t you, love?’ I withdraw my fingers slowly and push them inside her, hard. ‘You come on my fingers.’Pump.‘And my tongue.’Pump.‘And my dick. You love coming on my dick, don’t you?’Pump.

She flushes but nods. She’s such a good fucking girl. Comes off all innocent, but she’s so fucking responsive. To me, anyway. Fuck knows what all the other losers were doing.

‘Yeah, you do.’

‘It’s not just your body parts. It’s you.’

I swear I grow harder.

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah. You’re so, so gorgeous, Bren. I thought so from the second I met you.’ She gasps as I reward that endearment with another firm pump and a swirl of my thumb over her clit.Bren.‘And you’re so dirty. It’s such a turn-on.’

‘You like me corrupting you?’ I lean in closer and let her have it with my fingers, thrusting and rubbing in a way I hope will give her maximum stimulation.

‘I love it.’

Her admission is a red rag to a bull. We may be enjoying what I strongly suspect is that nebulous concept of intimacy, but that doesn’t mean I can’t milk the sheer heat of this moment for all it’s worth. ‘Good girl. That’s so good. How does it feel to knowI’m paying you a fortune to spread your legs for me in broad daylight and let me fuck you with my fingers so I can warm you up with my cock, hmm?’

‘Oh God,’ she moans, writhing in my arms. ‘It’s so good, I can’t bear it.’

‘That’s right.’ I dip my head, dropping my forehead to hers. ‘I can feel this greedy cunt sucking me in. So fucking needy. I want you to come as hard as you can for me.’

I keep our foreheads pressed together, my arm banded around her body as I work her harder and harder. She spreads her legs as far as she physically can, her breath growing more ragged, her whimpers more desperate. I inhale them as if they belong to me, which they do. She’s consuming me like this. I want to consume her, to swallow her whole. I can’t get enough of her. If we leave this bed today, it’ll be a miracle.

She begins to babble. ‘Bren, I can’t—I’m—oh god. Oh my god.’

‘You can.’ I hold her even more tightly. Our foreheads are both slick with sweat. ‘Take it. Just fucking take it, you little beauty. Show me what you’ve got. Give me what you’ve never given any other guy. Show me that you only come forme.’

My words sent her hurtling over the edge. She comes around my fingers with a violent shudder that seems to go on forever, her beautiful body wracked with spasms as she rides out her perfect orgasm. I swallow her cries with my kisses, fucking her slowly, thoroughly with my tongue as I marvel at this front row seat I have to unravelling the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

As her shudders subside, so do my kisses. I lift my head and enjoy the sight of her lying in my arms, breathless and boneless from pleasure. Even the throbbing of my desperate dick doesn’t distract me from this sudden thought:

Here is a woman made to be worshipped.

CHAPTER 34

Marlowe

The only way to survive Brendan Sullivan is to ration him. Ring-fence him with very careful boundaries.

And that’s precisely what I’ve been doing until now. I serve at his pleasure, both professionally and sexually, during working hours, and I leave the office religiously at six every day. When I’m at home, I focus on my amazing little daughter and I studiously avoid all thoughts of my sexy boss.

As a coping strategy for an extremely irregular professional dynamic, it works well.

None of my careful boundaries accommodate lying naked in his arms, in hisbed, half-dead from orgasms while staring into his gaping, blue-ringed pupils as he gazes back at me with an expression of which a playboy like him shouldn’t even be capable.

Nope.

I don’t know if it’s being in his home or the musical bonding we enjoyed, but this doesn’t feel like a boss-slash-EA-with-benefits scenario. These last few minutes felt like something far more akin to a relationship, which is really not good.

Unfortunately, I’m too awash with endorphins to muster up the energy to worry about it, because Brendan is kissing meagain, and all I’m capable of is taking what this big, beautiful, hairy, blue-eyed man sees fit to give me. I reach between us and wrap my fingers around his gorgeous dick, and he breaks away from me with a groan. I fully expect him to flip me over and pull me up until I’m in his favourite position, but he doesn’t.

He twists his body away and locates a condom from his bedside table, handing it to me. ‘Ride me, love. I want to watch you ride me.’

Let me tell you, when Brendan Sullivan gazes into your eyes and tells you to ride him, there’s only one option. I smile at him, a smile he returns with what looks like a sense of wonder as I climb on top of him. That sense of dissonance returns as I take him in. How is this my job, naked on a Friday morning and straddling the world’s hottest guy as he lies, sprawled out on his huge bed for me, a mass of muscle and hair and smooth, tanned skin?

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