Page 42 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
If you had asked me what Duke’s office looked like, this wouldn’t have been it. I felt very out of place here and the Duke I knew would be out of place here as well.
Tentatively, I knocked on the door, afraid to disturb the quiet of the space. When it didn’t open right away, I worried I was in the wrong place, or not welcome, or misunderstood Duke. What if I shouldn’t have even come? What if he meant something else?
Before my thoughts could spiral too far, the door opened, and the familiar face of my best friend chased away any fear I’d had.
“Oh, good.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the office behind him, closing the door firmly. “I need a break.”
He pushed me against the door, a soft snick sounding from the lock, and kissed me like a man starved. I didn’t hesitate to wrap my arms around him as a moan escaped me and I gave myself up to the feel of his lips on mine, his hands grasping my waist, and his lean body pressing mine to the door behind us.
“Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have done that,” he said when he pulled away, his lips shiny and red from the kiss.
“What?” I stood there against his office door, dazed from the feel of his lips on mine.
He smiled at me and stepped back. Losing him againstme devastated my sanity, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the comfortable-looking couch in the corner.
“It’s been a hell of a day, and you are a cool drink of water that I desperately needed.” He sat down and I curled up on the couch beside him. It wasn’t until I sat on the couch that I noticed a spread of different foods, including several of my favorites, sitting on the low table in front of us.
“I hope you haven’t eaten yet.” He waved to the food, entirely too much for the two of us. “I haven’t had any time to myself today and my assistant went a bit overboard on the lunch order.”
“I didn’t see anyone else here.” I reached down and picked up a french fry, popping it into my mouth.
“I sent him home early. He works too much.”
“Youwork too much.” I stabbed the rest of my fry at him.
He leaned back and pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaustion clearly written on his face.
“I know.” Time seemed to stretch as he sat in silence, breathing deeply, but seeming unable to relax. Well, this I might be able to solve.
“Duke,” I said cautiously, trying not to alert him to my plan. “You locked the door when I came in, right?”
“Yeah.” He moved his hand from his face and looked at me. He slouched on the couch, his head leaning on the back of it. Dark jeans stretched over his spread legs, and one of his old Marine shirts bunched tight on his biceps, showing off the muscle there, a stark contrast to the ostentatious office around us, but exactly like the Duke I knew so well.
“How private is the office?” I slid to the floor, pushing the coffee table back, and crawled on my knees to sitbetween his spread legs.
“Completely.” He hadn’t taken his eyes off me, and the hazel in them seemed to disappear into the black of his blown pupils.
“Good.” I rested my hands on his thighs, feeling the heat and power of him, before sliding them slowly up his legs.
“Lily,” he groaned, but didn’t move to stop me. His hands twitched where they sat on the couch, and I wished he would grab my hair and move me where he wanted me.
“Yes?” I asked as I cupped his hardening cock through his jeans.
“Fuck, baby, don’t stop.” His hips bucked when I applied pressure.
“Hmm. I think you like this. I’m not entirely sure, though. I think I need a closer look.” I let go of his cock and reached up to pull his zipper down. He lifted off the couch and helped me move his jeans out of the way, just enough for his hard length to spring free. “No boxers. Were you hoping I would come and suck your cock for you?”
I had no idea where this bold and seductive version of me came from, but I liked her.
He laughed, but it sounded pained.
I leaned in and took the head of him, already dripping with pre-cum into my mouth.
He groaned and finally brought his hands to my hair, taking over this little scene. Thank god, because as much as I liked her, I wasn’t sure how long bold Lily was going to last.
He pulled me off his cock, but before I could protest, he traced my lips with one of his fingers, still holding my head by my hair.
“This fucking mouth. I don’t know if I can hold back today. So, if you don’t want me to fuck your mouth, youneed to speak up.” I didn’t say anything, and instead tried to trace the head of his cock again, though he kept me just out of reach. “God, you’re desperate for it, aren’t you? Tap my thigh three times if it’s too much.”
