Page 54 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
“Mm,” he said. I reached for him to reciprocate. “Unfortunately, I have work early this morning and I can’t linger.”
I stroked his cock twice before he stopped my hand.
“Seriously, baby, I don’t have time and there’s still something I want to talk to you about.” I removed my hand from him and watched as he got out of bed, his long, lean form moving with breathtaking grace.
“I’m all ears.” I stretched out on the bed and propped my head up on my hand so I could keep watching him as he gathered and sorted our hastily stripped clothing strewnabout the room.
“Clara, my personal shopper, should contact you this week to talk about what you’re going to wear to my company’s gala.” He turned toward me, the pile of clothing in his hands, waiting for my answer.
“Um, what? What gala?” I had no idea what he was talking about. I didn’t agree to go to any gala.
“The gala we're going to this weekend?” He looked confused, like we had this conversation already, though I was certain we didn’t. “Did I not actually ask you to go with me?”
“Nope. This is news to me.” I ran my hand along his thigh, hoping that I could change his mind, and he would join me in bed after all.
“Ok, well, will you go with me to my company’s gala this weekend?” He picked up my hand, spoilsport, and laced his fingers with mine.
“Like go with you how? I’m not a fan of parties, you know that.” I wanted to say yes. I treasured any time I could spend with Duke.
“Like, as my date.” He came and sat down on the bed next to me and brushed my hair from my face. “I know you don’t love parties, but from what I’ve heard, they are planning to have lots of private little corners for the guests and I just have to make an appearance. My grandfather promised he would attend this one and giving one last speech before official retirement, so I don’t have to stay long.”
I tried to consider his question, but his fingers in my hair, the previous late night, and now the early morning relaxed me and made my brain fuzzy.
“If I say yes, and I hate it, can I leave early?”
“I’ll have Jenkins on standby, just in case.” I thoughtabout it. I’d see him in a fancy suit again, which is a plus.
“I have nothing to wear to a fancy gala on the arm of a billionaire. I’m afraid you’ve seen all my nice dresses already and none of them work.” That I was even entertaining the idea of going to this and my biggest concern was ‘what do I wear’ was a miracle.
“I thought of that. That’s where Clara comes in. I put a call into my family’s personal shopper to put together some options for you. If you say yes, she will come by this week to let you pick.”
I stared at him. He’d… already planned this. Before even asking me. I didn’t know if I should be angry that he presumed I would say yes, or excited that he wanted to take me as hisdate. My stomach twisted in knots.
“Do all billionaires have personal shoppers or are you the super special kind that can’t go to a regular store?” I asked, to cover my confusion and indecision.
He laughed.
“There is literally no way to get some items we use without a personal shopper. They have to arrange for special viewings and fittings and all kinds of nonsense that no rational person would want to do. And I buy a good deal of my clothing at ‘regular stores.’” He teased me all while touching me on my back, my arm, my leg, my waist, everywhere that wasn’t likely to lead to me jumping on him and demanding morning sex. He touched me like he just wanted to feel me and be close to me.
“I can’t say no to you. You’re too pretty for that. Wouldn’t want you to mess up that face with frown lines.” I poked his rock-hard abs and then couldn’t help myself and caressed them, still a little amazed that I could touch him like this.
“Ah, thanks. I am pretty. So, you’ll be my date?” Hepicked up my hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss. Oh. I didn’t realize I would like that so much.
“Yeah.” I couldn’t say any more. He stole the words from me when his tongue peeked out and lightly traced the space between my fingers.
“Excellent. I’ll have my assistant send you everything you need to know and let Clara know she’ll be shopping for you.” His face lit up like a giddy schoolboy and I wanted to pull him down for a kiss. He didn’t let me, though, and instead kissed my hand one last time and got up for a shower.
I snuggled into the bed, perfectly comfortable and riding high from his attention.
A real date, in a fancy dress, to some extravagant gala, with a handsome man that gave me no less than three orgasms last night and one again this morning.
I buried my head in my pillow and screamed. The pillow smelled like him. I left my face buried in it while he showered, a warm, glowing sensation taking up residence in my chest.
Frankie must have come home in the middle of the night, because she was there at work when Duke dropped me off.
“Nice night?” She asked with a huge smile on her face. The purple under her eyes matched the purple of her wig and I wondered just how worried I should be about her.
“Yeah.” I couldn’t hide my smile and my damn red hair meant I couldn’t hide the blush, either.
