Page 30 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
“Not here.” He moved his hand back around me, along my ass, and down until he touched my pussy through my panties. Black silk this time.
“Duke, please.” I didn’t even know what I begged for as he caressed me, my hips moving of their own accord, trying to grind against his cock, his hand, anything.
“You’re going to come on my hand for me.” Not a question—a command delivered with a steady strum of my clit through my soaked silk panties. The feel of him, the forbidden nature of what we were doing, his words, his hand on my breast caressing my nipple through the lacy fabric. All of it came together in a kaleidoscope of sensation and pleasure and?—
“Duke,” I breathed out, trying desperately to stay quiet as I rode the wave of my orgasm.
“That’s it.” He slowed his movements, letting me come down gently.
I came back to myself, only to realize he was still fully clothed. Again. Meanwhile, my skirt laid on the ground, my shirt was wide open, and a slight throbbing on my neck told me I would probably have a hickey forming there. My first one, but the satisfaction of that never came.
I tried to undo his pants, wanting to feel him and see him, but he stopped my hands.
“No time.”
Hurt pierced my chest. That was twice now that he kept himself back.
I set the rules.
One month. Just friends.
This was about my pleasure, but I wondered if he didn’t want me after all. I didn’t know if I could handle it if he did this just out of pity.
He guided my leg down and helped me right my clothing. Desperate for something I couldn’t voice, I pulled him in for a kiss. He didn’t hold back as he devoured my lips, wrapping his arms around me to pull me in for a hug when we were done, like he knew I needed reassurance.
“When…” The words stuck in my throat, and I took a deep breath to gather the courage to push them out. “When will we…” I still couldn’t do it. I’d already asked once, and I couldn’t do it again. It felt too desperate.
“I have to work late tomorrow.”
I couldn’t look at him. I gripped him tighter and just nodded my head. This was where he said no. This was where he backed out and we went back to being friends.
“You know what? I’ll move the meeting.” He tightened his arms around me, just a flex, gone before I could melt into it.
I pulled back, surprised.
“Really?”
“Yeah. How’s seven? I’ll bring a toothbrush and stay over.”
I tried to jump onto him in excitement, but forgot I wore a restrictive skirt and ended up falling on him instead.
“Careful there.” He laughed with me, though. “Now, I was serious. Time’s up tonight. Back to work.”
He turned me to the door and smacked my ass while I unlocked it. I looked down the hall to make sure it wasempty before going back to my office. Duke’s hand pressed on my lower back as we walked, a warm, welcome weight. It felt right, and I missed the touch when he kissed my cheek and went back to the party I was glad to be missing.
Chapter Eleven
Iturned the corner into a small hallway and leaned back against the wall. My suit was likely horribly wrinkled, though at this stage in the evening, that wasn’t unusual. The bulge in my pants was a different matter entirely.
Shit.
The way she cried out when she came.
Duke, I need more.
How the fuck am I supposed to give her more and not lose myself completely in the process? I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the cool plaster of the wall, letting it soothe me until my cock wasn’t begging to go back and sink into her.
One month. Just fucking friends.
