Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Our eyes meet, and he peels the thin fabric to the side. The anticipation is killing me. Adrenaline courses through my body, my heart beating so fast I can hardly catch my breath. When he pushes a finger inside me, my eyes slam shut. He slides it in and out, so painfully slow, I cry out his name. A ripple of pleasure rolls down my arms in waves.
“You weren’t lying earlier,” he says as he adds another finger. “Damn, Doc. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
I lean forward and bury my face against his neck, drowning myself in his scent as I moan his name. Moving faster, he rolls his thumb over my clit while he fills me with another finger. He takes me to the point of ecstasy that causes my mind to go blank. My entire body tightens, so close to reaching the finish line. It’s been too long since a man has made me come.
“Feel good?” Duke says as he fucks me harder with his fingers.
“Yes,” I choke out.
I kiss my way from his neck to his mouth, and when our lips collide, he kisses me like he needs the air from my lungs to breathe. With each kiss, I come undone, and just when I think I can’t take the pressure anymore, my orgasm tears through me. I rest my forehead on his shoulder, attempting to catch my breath.
“Your rules are getting harder to follow by the second,” he says.
I lift my head, and our eyes meet. Duke slides his fingers out of me and brings them to his mouth to suck on them. He pins me down with those intense blue eyes that weaken me with one look.
“I’m not done with you,” he says as he moves me to the cushion next to him.
Duke drops to his knees in front of me and slides my panties down my thighs. He throws both of my legs over his shoulders like they weigh nothing.
“Push up your dress,” he growls.
I do as he requests, and he stares at my bare pussy. His eyes lift to meet mine, and then he moves closer, his breath on my skin hitting every pleasure spot at once. He hasn’t even touched me, and yet I feel like I’m about to break in half. Duke opens his mouth, still holding my gaze as his breath warms my skin. Why is he torturing me? I can tell by the sadistic look in his eyes that he’s enjoying this.
“Duke,” I groan. “Are you going to make me beg?”
He smirks. “I was thinking about it.”
I tilt my head back against the cushion, taking his hair in my hands.
“You’ve been a good girl,” he says and then kisses my inner thigh. “So, I won’t make you beg… this time.”
But he will next time?
He presses another kiss between my legs, and eventually, he makes his way to my aching core. I’m ready to beg for his tongue by the time he rolls it over my clit. With each flick of his tongue, my mind goes blank.
Duke grabs my thighs and holds them tight, sucking on my clit as he looks up at me. He devours me with a carnal look in his eyes. I’m clawing at my dress. It’s so damn hot in here I can hardly breathe. I massage my breast, and Duke’s eyes light up. He knocks my hand aside and does it for me, as if he was jealous he wasn’t the one touching me.
My body tenses once more, and my entire body tingles from the orgasm taking over. After I come, Duke licks his lips with a seductive look in his eyes. He gives me his usual intense and haunting look, which makes my body tremble.
“Hot damn, woman,” he says with one of his usual smirks that tugs at the right corner of his mouth. “It’s a good thing I’ve mastered the art of self-control.”
I laugh. “I beg to differ. You’re in anger management treatment because you lack self-control.”
He climbs on top of me and takes my bottom lip in his mouth and sucks on it. “I have control when I need it. And believe me, you’ll be happy about it when the time comes.”
Duke’s about to kiss me when my cell phone rings. The obnoxious sound Max chose beats through the silence in the room.
“I have to get that. It’s Max.”
He looks for my purse on the floor and hands over my cell phone.
“Hey, baby,” I say, cradling the phone against my shoulder.
“Mommy, are you okay?”
“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Then, why are you out of breath?”
“I was just working out,” I say, biting back a fit of laughter.
“I thought you went out with Duke.” She sounds confused, as she should be. Because why would Mommy be exercising this late at night? She’s too smart to buy that.