Which I must try even harder to conceal since Wyatt, Rory, Fliss,andWolfman are all here in our usual booth. Looking my brother in the eyes has definitely been more difficult than usual – I can’t imagine how Duke is feeling.
I collect some empty glasses from a table that has just left, leaning over to grab the last one from the corner. I stand back up and carry the tray to the bar where Duke has just finished pouring some drinks for Montana to take to another table. She flashes me a smile before heading off, and then Duke’s walking behind me, brushing his fingers against my hips. He dips his head quickly to ask, ‘Mind helping me grab something in the back?’
‘Mhm.’ I nod, absentmindedly depositing the tray of empties on the bar and follow him round the back, expecting him to head into the stock room.
Except, he doesn’t – he takes one quick look along the empty corridor and hauls me into his office. I barely have time to register what’s happened before Duke’s hands are suddenly clutching my hips, spinning me around and pressing me back against the door. I’m left breathless as his broad frame crowds me, his pupils already so blown out I can’t fathom how his eyes still manage to darken further when they catch mine. My heartbeat drops between my thighs when he reaches to lock the door.
‘Are you trying to torture me?’ he asks, but it’s more of a plea.
When he angles himself closer to me, the impressive bulge straining against his jeans brushing my stomach, I’m immediately enlightened as to just how close to the edge he already is. My mouth starts to dry out, breath quickening. I can’t help my teeth from tugging on my bottom lip as I consider what would happen if I pushed him a little further.
But now, with the way he’s staring at me, gaze wild and agonised, his grip pulsing against me, I think he might be about to fall to his knees. And the idea that I could cause that when our friends –my brother– are on the other side of this door, has my body suddenly more alive under his touch. I watch him for a moment, letting my eyes dip to where his throat works, his tattoos shifting.
‘I have no idea what you’re talking about,’ I respond back, lacing each word with a sweet innocence, despite pressing my body closer to him and arching my back so my breasts lightly graze his chest.
A raspy breath close enough to a growl vibrates in his throat. One hand drops to the hem of my short blackstrappy dress, toying with the material between his fingers. The touch of his knuckles is featherlight against my bare thigh, yet it causes my core to flare.
‘This dress, Cherry,’ Duke says croakily.
‘What about it?’ I shrug, causing one of the loose straps to tumble off my shoulder. Duke’s eyes instantly flash to it, then his other hand is following to trace the bones of my shoulder, fingers leaving fire in their wake. The rest of my skin craves the heat of his touch, my hips screaming to be cradled by him again. To feel the desperation in his clutch, like holdingmewas the only thing holdinghimtogether.
Duke’s fingers run up my neck to cup my jaw, while his other hand still plays with the hem of my dress. Slowly, his thumb drags across my bottom lip, eliciting a whisper of a gasp from me. Duke’s voice drops thunderously lower. ‘It’s incredibly short, Cherry.’
‘My panties match,’ I add, his thumb still hovering against my lips.
A muscle in his jaw feathers. ‘I know. I saw every time you brazenly leant over one of the tables in front of me earlier.’ Duke brings his lips dangerously close to mine. I gasp again, staring up at him with a trembling brow. The heat of his breath tingles across my mouth as he whispers, ‘You did that on purpose, didn’t you? Trying to tease me when you knew I couldn’t do anything about it? Making me want that pretty little pussy of yours?’
The ache between my legs begins to throb, heavy and hot. I consider shaking my head, continuing this role of innocence, but that feels like it would be shying away from how I truly feel – being with him makes me feelunapologetic and alive – exactly what I’m supposed to be chasing, and he’s not holding back either, not thinking over what to do or say for once. So, I just nod, letting the corners of my mouth tip up and relishing in the way he mirrors me with a smirk of his own.
Abruptly he spins us until I’m facing his desk, the edge pressing into my thighs.
‘But who said I couldn’t do anything about it?’ Duke whispers, pulling my hair away from my shoulder so he can plant a kiss there. The meeting of his lips against my sensitive skin has goosebumps breaking out across my neck and chest. ‘I could fuck you right here, you know?’
Oh God. Yes. Do it.
Duke continues to press hard kisses to my neck, each one sending shivers shooting across my skin. ‘I could bend you over my desk, flip this torturous little dress up, and fuck you like you’ve been craving. I’ll do it exactly like you’ve imagined.’ The hand holding my hair out of the way moves to between my shoulder blades and presses down, whilst the other drags my hips back, so his hard cock pushes into me again. My body happily follows his command, bending until I’m flush against the cool desktop. ‘Would you like that, Baby Hensley?’
‘Mhm,’ whimpers out of me with my racing breath.
‘Words, Cherry. You know the rules, don’t misbehave.’ Duke gives me a light slap of the ass, making me jolt against the desk. It sends a zing of pleasure straight through me, while a heady satisfaction underlines it, knowing that I bring this side out of Duke. Two weeks ago, he’d barely touch me.
‘Yes, Duke. I want you to fuck me over your desk.’
He hums with satisfaction, but the sound is gravelly with need. Duke lifts up the skirt of my dress and strokes his fingers up my inner thigh, making my legs shake with anticipation. ‘Even with everyone just behind that door?’
‘Yes. I don’t care.’ Now I’m the one sounding desperate. But when he brushes his fingertips so lightly across my panties, just grazing my clit, I don’t care. All my mind and body knows is that I need him.Everywhere.
His touch explores the edges of my panties, fingers hooking one by one beneath the elastic to gradually pull it to the side, baring me to him.
‘It would have to be quick, otherwise people will wonder where we were. And—’ Duke hisses, then lets out a long exhale as his fingers swipe through my wetness. ‘Fuck me, you’re already soaking. I could slide into you right now. I bet you’d feel so good as you stretch for me.’
He doesn’t wait another second to plunge his fingers into me. I throw a hand over my mouth in time to capture my moan, my other hand gripping the edge of the desk as fire blazes to life in my core.
‘Shh, baby.’ Duke keeps one hand pressing me down against the desk as I squirm from the pleasure – the way he strokes me inside slowly, curling his fingers each time to hit that perfect spot, and the crude, wet noises coming from me, a testament to how much he’s turned me on in the matter of minutes.
My hips buck and roll, needingmore. Needing the friction against my clit that he’s starving me of. It’s all I can think about, everything else crumbling away. I don’t care where we are, who’s outside – I just need Duke.
‘Lift your hips, sweetheart.’ Duke curls his arm around me as I bring my hips up for him. His fingers slip between my thighs and press against my clit. The first touch sends sparks dancing behind my eyes and pressure building between my hips. He starts slowly circling my clit. ‘Don’t worry, I’ve got you.’
