Page 5 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
My brain wasn’t functioning on logic right now.
My lips still tingled and my hands itched to feel Lily again, to run my hands along her curves, cup her full breasts, feel her come apart around me.
Shit.
I knew I should keep this all to myself, pretend like it didn’t happen. Even if drunk Lily is just sober Lily with more open doors, she had to have her reasons for keeping that door closed and I needed to respect that.
I scrubbed my face in frustration. This was too much. Too little. Just?—
What I needed was a bit of stress release. Which is what I had hoped to achieve with… Bea? Brittany? Shit, I can’t even remember her name anymore.
I stared out the windows, the moon high and full, framed by the city beyond. We were so high up in this monstrosity of a building. Tallest in the city—by a lot. Gramps lived the high life, literally. He always had to beabove everyone else.
I looked at the clock and then toward the door. Everyone had gone home hours ago. As it should be. My first late night, my assistant Ethan, tried to stay late with me, and I realized that if I didn’t ban it, he would try to keep up with my insane hours. So, I told him to go home and to keep regular hours unless we had a pressing deadline. No sense in punishing my employees just because I didn’t have reasonable boundaries.
Fuck it.
The chair creaked slightly as I stood, a testament to its age, and I turned off the cameras in here. Didn’t need an accidental audience.
As soon as I realized I would likely spend too many nights here, I replaced the old leather chairs with something soft and comfortable. I wasn’t a young and eager marine anymore, willing to do anything to prove myself. I needed my beauty sleep and wanted somewhere comfortable to lay my head.
I sat on the couch, slouched down low, and spread my legs out in front of me. Sleep wasn’t my current need.
The sound of my zipper echoed through the large room and off the marble floors. My heart rate picked up at the sound and thrill of the forbidden ringing through me with the sound. If anyone else took care of themselves at work like I was about to, they’d be fired. It paid to have your name on the building.
I had been half hard all night, even before—shit, don’t think of her.After months of grueling work and late nights while I trained to take over my grandpa’s company, Pennington Industries, my dick needed attention.
I leaned back, opened the little packet of lube in my pocket, tossing aside the now useless condom, and grabbeda tissue.
I sighed as I relaxed into the feeling of my hand around my dick and searched my memories for something good. Maybe that night in New York when we were on leave and toured the city. I’d been there before and was more interested in the women than the sites. Then again, I think we all were angling for a little company.
Rachel, maybe. Tall, blonde, lithe. Not my usual type, but still beautiful when she kneeled in front of me and took me in her mouth. She had been skilled, enthusiastic, and a bit of a brat, but she submitted to me so beautifully.
I ran through that memory, but still needed more.
I reached full hardness as I flipped through my fantasies, but something felt… off. Electricity rippled down my spine with every stroke and twist, but it wasn’t enough. Despite the pleasure, my orgasm still felt so far away.
“Dammit.”
I stilled and took a few deep breaths.
Relax.
I worked out the kinks in my neck and then kept going, reaching down with my other hand to play with my balls, adding the extra layer of sensation to it. Faces and bodies flitted through my head, looking for that one that would set me off.
Unbidden, an image of Lily, exactly how she looked tonight just after she kissed me, came to mind, all curves, long legs, and drunken determination in that skin tight purple dress made just to tempt me.
My lips tingled again as I remembered her soft lips on mine, and how she fit in my arms, tall enough that she fit perfectly against me, no awkward angles or hunching.
You looked like a fallen angel, she had said with those glossy, cherry stained lips and wild red hair begging for myhand to tangle in it, pull it tight, guide her kiss, push her head down to slip inside that soft mouth.
Pleasure shot through me like a raging bull, pushing me over that edge I had thought was so far away. I could no more stop it than I could stop a coming storm.
I roared as I released all over my stomach and hand, my cum branding me with its heat and recrimination.
“Oh god.”
I dropped my dick as if it burned, shame welling up in me at my actions.
