I manage a nod before bringing my lips to his. It’s a soft kiss. A promise and a prayer. “As long as you understand we’re in this together.”
His brow rests against mine. “Understood,” he says. “Now. Are you ready to take your punishment?”
His hand slides between us to take hold of his cock. Heruns it along the length of my pussy, but that’s as much teasing as I’m willing to take. When he seats himself at my entrance, I plant the heels of my feet on the back of his thighs and tilt my hips to take him deeper.
“Greedy girl,” Duke whispers, and with one thrust, he fills me.
I cry out with… I don’t know what. Joy? Ecstasy? Relief? We took the long way, but we made it back to each other. I have the man of my dreams and endless fantasies.
Duke’s face hovers above mine as he withdraws almost to the tip before thrusting back into me. He does it again, his eyes hooded and his jaw feathering as he fights to keep control with each hammer blow that nails me to his desk.
“No more games,” he promises on a thrust. “You have me, Grace. You have all of me.”
“And I’ll fight anyone to keep you,” I reply, grinding against him as his movements quicken. “Only I get to love you, Duke. Only I love you. I. love. You.”
Duke stops trying to hold back. He fucks me desperately. Possessively. Perfectly. Pleasure skitters up my spine and stars dance across my vision as I cry out.
“Come for me, Angel,” Duke says as he slams into me. Again. And again. “Let go. Right. Now.”
The coil of tension in my center contracts with his words, and with his next thrust, it doesn’t just snap, it explodes. The heated rush has my eyes rolling back in my head and my body shatters.
“Fuck!” Duke cries out as my inner walls clamp tight around him. “How… Just how… can you be… so damn perfect.” His cock pulses inside me and he comes hard with a deep groan drawn from the depths of his soul. “My sweet angel. Mine.”
We lose all sense of time and rhythm as we thrust andgrind and press against each other, riding out our orgasms. My hands cup his face as we kiss, slowly and sensually. I lick and suck his lower lip. He sucks my fingers, my earlobes, my nipples. I thread my fingers through his hair, drawn to the scars that are no longer visible but will always be there.
Duke turns his head and kisses my palm. “I love you, Grace. And I will fix this.”
“No,we’llfix this,” I correct him, releasing my grip so he can lift himself off me.
He helps me sit up, and as he pulls up his pants, we both look down at the mess we’ve made all over his desk. There’s a smirk on Duke’s face as he assesses the damage proudly. “I’ll get a towel.”
I’m grateful his office has its own private bathroom, but that’s the least of my worries. I grab hold of Duke’s shirt before he can move away.
“You’re not going anywhere just yet.”
He doesn’t react to my change of tone, or my scowl. He’s still basking in the afterglow of our off-the-scale orgasms and doesn’t notice my hand clenching. I slam my fist hard into his chest.
“Ow!” he yelps even though it’s my face that scrunches up with pain from the blow. “What was that for?”
I shake my hand, my knuckles throbbing. The sting is exactly what I need to jolt me out of my blissed-out state. “Don’t you ever give up, Duke!” I yell at him. “Don’t do that to me! Not ever! Do you hear me?”
“Hey, I won’t give up,” he replies, confusion creasing his brow. “I promise.”
He tries to wrap me in his arms, but I push him away. “But you did yesterday. You put a gun to your head, for fuck’s sake!”
Duke visibly pales and he takes a step back. “Who told you that?”
I glare at him. “Who do you think?”
He swipes his face and leaves his hand covering his eyes for a moment. Then he’s stepping back into my space. “She had no right to do that.”
“Wouldyouhave told me?” I demand. “If I had gone back to your hotel room last night, would you have told me everything, Duke?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. You would have kept it to yourself because you’re good at that.” I choke on my words when I add, “You’re too damn determined to do everything on your own, but no more. I won’t let you.”
Duke doesn’t give me the option to push him away this time. He threads his fingers through my hair and holds my gaze to his. “It wasn’t a choice I took lightly.”
