Page 29 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
“I’m thinking of donating to the museum and figured I would see if the pretty archivist would give me a private tour.” He stepped closer to me, his eyes locked on mine, boxing me in against the desk behind me. Voices sounded in the distance, but Duke stole all my focus.
“Pretty?”
“Mmhmm.” He brushed my cheek and picked up a piece of my hair that had escaped from my high pony. “Come here.”
He let go of my hair and grasped my hand, tugginggently toward a back hallway that led to the bathroom, supply closets, and an emergency exit.
I didn’t even hesitate as I followed him.
“I believe you have a federally protected right to a break. It’s about time you take one.” Somehow, he knew I hadn’t stopped working all night.
“But…” I didn’t have an argument. I hadn’t had a break all day. “My boss?—”
“Is in the main hall drinking too much and talking too loud. Real insufferable man.”
I snorted with laughter. It explained why the last few groups of people were simply looking for more places to party, and not for information about what we do.
He pushed on the first door and found it locked. The second led to a small bathroom that smelled vaguely of vomit. The third was where we stored office supplies and though it had a lock, it opened when Duke tried it.
He pulled me into the room, closing and locking the door behind us, and pushed me up against the door.
“Just say no,” he said before he took my lips in a searing kiss. ‘No’ didn’t even cross my mind as I gripped his expensive suit and pulled him in closer to me, giving myself over to the feel of his body against mine, a warm contrast to the cold steel door behind me.
He pulled away from my mouth and kissed his way across my jaw and down my neck, sucking gently on my pulse point.
“Duke,” I whimpered.
“Can I touch you?” he asked as his hand ran along my waist. I had shed my suit coat hours ago, the limited range of motion frustrating me and distracting me from the work I wanted to do. He toyed with the buttons of my dark green shirt, but didn’t do more until I nodded my head, wordsescaping me. He quickly unbuttoned and untucked my shirt, groaning at the black lace bra I wore underneath.
It occurred to me as he stared at me I was completely comfortable with his appraisal. I didn’t have even an inkling of the discomfort and self-consciousness that I had when most men looked at me.
Of course, when we were twelve, and I had to get a bra for the first time, he punched all the boys at his birthday party who commented on it after one girl threw water on my white shirt.
“It’s just part of growing up, and they are all stupid anyway,” he said when he found me crying behind the tree.
He brought a piece of the cake I missed out on and ate it with me. He sat with me until my shirt was dry, telling me bad jokes. The party ended by then, and I didn’t have to face any of the bullies again. The next time I saw them, they barely looked at me, which left me plenty of time to read in the corner, exactly where I preferred to be.
I cupped Duke’s face and brought him down for another soft kiss.
“Please touch me.”
He kissed me again as he cupped my breast with one hand, the other wrapping around my waist to toy with the zipper on my skirt.
I pushed my hands into his unbuttoned suit coat. The silky fabric of his shirt let me glide my hands softly over his chest, tracing the lean muscles of his chest.
“More, Duke. I need more,” I begged, my hands sliding down, feeling the taut muscle until I reached the waist of his pants.
“I know, baby.” He pulled the zipper down on my skirt and pushed it off my hips until it dropped to the floor.
Oh,god.
The cool door at my back reminded me we were at my work and definitely shouldn’t be doing this, but then his hand slid around my hip and down my thigh, pulling my leg up to wrap around him. His cock strained against his pants, pressing against my already wet core.
I whimpered at the contact.
“I’m not going to fuck you.”
“Please.”
