"I'd like to say we could, but I'm afraid that someone on the inside is helping your stalker. I need to talk to Derek, but if today isn't convenient, we can do it after Christmas. Okay?"
"Thank you, Joshua. I can pay too."
"No, I'll do this because it's right," he says.
I look at him and want to know why he walked away from her in the first place.
"Who do you think is on the inside?" I need to know.
"Well, for one, the head doorman in your building. I also think there's someone on the force. I know you don't want to hear that, but as of an hour ago, all the evidence from the break-in at your condo has disappeared."
"What?! Not possible. Derek didn't say anything when I talked to him earlier. He's not on duty right now, but still, he'd be checking in if there were a problem. Even Greg didn't say anything."
"I got the text from Timothy when you were at your depository."
"Shit. Okay, after Christmas we'll call Derek. I can text Greg shortly, he's in meetings right now."
"Baby, are you sure you should be going back there?" I wondered if he was going to push it.
"Yes, I have a job and I'll fix this." He nods, grabs my hand, and leads me from Joshua’s office back to his.
Duncan closes the door and strides toward his desk. He pulls the chair out and looks at me thoughtfully. I stand there, in the middle of the room, looking at him over the desk, thinking how hot he looks. He's wearing black jeans with a black T-shirt and black cable knit cardigan. He pulls off the sweater and drops it to the floor.
"Strip, baby." Without pause, I drop my jacket, pull off my shirt, and slide off my boots. Pulling both knives out, I place them on the desk in front of me. Duncan smiles at my knives. I unsnap my jeans and drop them. I start to walk to him in my bra and thong. He pushes a button on his desk and stands,pulling his T-shirt off and dropping his jeans. He's again commando.
"I said strip, that means everything."
I smile, unhook my bra and slide off my thong. I walk to him. He's now seated with his legs spread. I step between them. His thick erection is pointed at me and I see the pre-cum. I drop to my knees and lick it off, then I suck him into my mouth as he groans.
"Enough, baby, hop up on the desk."
I deep throat him one more time, pulling off with a pop, and stand. I sit on the edge of his desk.
He stands between my spread thighs and pulls me to the side of the desk, then he enters me in a long thrust. I'm breathing rapidly and trying to control my moans so as not to give us away as he pumps into me, driving me closer to my orgasm. He leans over me, sucks a nipple into his mouth, and then gently bites the turgid bud.
"The office is soundproof and the door is locked. Tell me who owns you," he says in my ear.
"Oh God Duncan, you own me," I scream.
"Yes, I do, baby!"
He continues to pump into me, each thrust harder. He suddenly pulls out and flips me over. He enters me again, pulling my hair and lifting me up with my back to his chest. My legs are trapped on each side of his.
He pumps harder and I explode. As I'm coming, I hear and feel his release. This man really does own me—body and now soul. He wormed his way into an area that no one has ever touched. How could I let this happen?
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
MAYA
The rest of the day goes by without incident. Duncan and I head back to the flat to make love before I get my hair done and have lunch. We finished decorating the Christmas tree. I call the condo association to complain about the doorman.
I'm now standing in the spare room pacing nervously. I have my mother's sapphire claddagh ring and earrings. I'm also wearing her Rolex that my father got her for her birthday before she died. I'm in a blue silk chiffon dress with a halter neckline and silver choker collar with a keyhole opening between my breasts. My hair is up in an elaborately braided updo at the back of my head. I’m wearing sparkly silver open-toed stiletto shoes.
My makeup is very dramatic but not too much. I'm worried about what Duncan’s going to say. I grab my new fox fur wrapcape, sparkly handbag, one of Duncan's Christmas gifts, and walk into the living room where all three men are waiting for me.
They all turn and each of them takes a breath. James is in a traditional black and white tux, looking so regal and handsome. Joshua is in a white tux with black accents and black pants. Oh my God, Duncan is in an all-black tux with black shirt and shoes. He's scorching and I just want to peel that tux off him.
"Maya, darling, as usual, you're beautiful." James walks over and kisses my cheek. "Duncan told me you told him. I'm proud of you, Daughter. You and Ana are the lights and loves of my life," he whispers in my ear while hugging me. Tears come to my eyes and I blink rapidly to make them stop. He always knows what to say.
