"Surface number one, baby," he says as I giggle again. We've sexted several times about the surfaces he wants to take me on. I slide my jacket off and then my holster. I hand him the gun. "Damn, baby, that's so hot."
"If you think that's hot, wait until you see what else I'm packing," I say.
I reach toward the waist of my dress and untie it. As my dress falls open, his eyes focus on my breasts. They’re barely contained in the low-cut demi bra, and then his eyes fall on my garter belt holding my stockings up. When his eyes narrow on the knife in my right nylon, he groans, pulls it out and puts both the knife and gun into the coat closet. I pull my boot knife from my boot and hand him it.
"Bugger me! What the hell are you trying to do, kill me?"
"I went shopping at Victoria's Secret and was thinking of you the whole time." He groans and undoes his belt, followed by his jeans. I reach for him and pull the sweater over his head, then his T-shirt. He tugs me to the edge of the table, his pants have dropped around his ankles.
"Lie back, baby." He lies over me and sucks a nipple through the very sheer lace of my bra. He then notices the small knife clipped to my bra. "Baby, you like knives?" he asks, then sucks my nipple harder.
"Ahhh, yes." He pulls back with a pop, yanks me off the table, and pulls my dress off my arms to fall to the floor. He flips me over and grabs my ponytail, pulling my head back. Duncan kisses me as he enters me from behind. We both groan.
"Oh, baby, you're so tight. I've waited months to be inside you."
"Oh. Duncan. Please." I pant.
"That's it, baby, told you what that does to me." He pushes all the way in. At this angle, it feels like he's touching my soul.
"Now, Duncan. Fuck me now," I beg. He stops and lies on my back, my hair still wrapped around one of his wrists.
"No, baby, I'm making love to you now. Rough but still making love, no more fucking."
"Argh, PLEASE, DUNCAN, MOVE NOW!" I yell, my voice cracking with need.
He pulls out and rams into me again, we both groan. He repeats it several times. The torture of the long thrusts has me on edge. The table begins to move slightly. I feel the orgasm building. My hands go behind me to grab him. I need just a little more.
"Please, Duncan, I'm so close. I need something more,"I beg.
He pulls back slightly and with his other hand smacks my ass and then rubs the spot.
"That's for trying to break up with me," he growls.
"OH GOD, YES, DUNCAN!" I scream as I come so hard I see stars. My vaginal muscles spasm around his cock. He starts groaning and growling.
"MAYA, BABY, YES!" he yells as he comes. I feel him pulsing inside me and his movements have become erratic and uneven, as if he can't stop himself from still pumping into me.
We lie there for a while catching our breath. He pulls out of me and steps out of his shoes and pants. He turns me over and unhooks the bra with the knife still attached, then my stockings. He reaches down, unzips my boots and slides them and my stockings off. I unhook the garter belt.
"Come on, baby, you want to sleep? We can take a nap, then we can play some more. We have many more surfaces to christen. We also need to talk about you walking around London loaded for war, plus a few other things." I giggle and go to stand. He picks me up, grabs my purse, and carries me into his room.
I ignore his last statement because I don’t feel like explaining now. I just want to be in his arms to sleep and be with him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
MAYA
Duncan places me on the massive bed in the middle of his room. I'm glad I'm not too short or I'd need a ladder to get into this bed. His room is all gray and silver tones. I like it, it's him. He pushes me up more on the bed and crawls up with me. He lies on his back and pulls me to his chest. I really do want to sleep, but I'm worried about the possible nightmares. I've had them every night since the shooting.
"Where'd you put my gun?"
"Hall closet, we'll put it in the safe later."
We're just about to drift off when my cell phone rings. I roll to the nightstand where he placed my purse and reach for my phone. It's an unknown number. I worry that my stalker is calling me, but without Duncan finding out, I need to answer it.
"Hello?" I answer tentatively. I also remember I need to text Greg and Derek.
"Maya, it’s Ana, are you ready to get on the plane tonight? By the way, Duncan volunteered to pick you up," Ana mutters into the phone.
