I swatted him with my dish towel. “You’re late.”
“Not too late to fuck you on that countertop before I make dinner.” He winked, then made his way to my bedroom. I followed him, shedding my clothes along the way as he talked about the traffic and the near accident he’d escaped. “I swear, Old Duke would’ve ripped that man’s throat out of his neck.” Finally, he turned around. He looked me up and down, his eyes blazing with desire. And it was all for me. “Take yo’ ass over to the window. Slide them panties down and bend over.”
Warmth bloomed over me, from the top of my head to my toes. I did as he said, sauntering to the window. Glancing back at him, I pushed my panties off and bent over. In the past, I liked to control the bedroom, but with him… I wanted him to take the reins.
I felt him behind me seconds later, the hard ridge of his erection pressing against my ass. I pushed back against him, enjoying his low groan. When I turned to look at him again, I immediately recognized the love in his eyes. But I also recognized the lust. It was hot, unrestrained. The world around me faded away. No cases, no tragedies. Only him. Onlyus.
He grabbed my hips, pulling me closer, brushing my clit with his finger. “Your choice. Nice and slow or hard and fast.” His voice was a low rumble. The sound went straight to my core. “Scratch that. I’m going to take my time.”
I let out a strangled cry as he slid his dick inside me. “Shit,” I murmured. He filled me in a way that left no room for questions. He was perfect. We were perfect together. Two halves of a whole.
My body shuddered as he set a rhythm. The fire we made together was so hot, so intense, I felt like I was losing my mind. Our connection was deep. More than family, more than friends. As we made love, each thrust burning hotter and brighter, I knew I could never get enough of him, of this.
Soon, I was on the edge of a delicious orgasm, right on the brink of bliss. An ache only he could soothe intensified as he thrust in and out, over and again. My nerve endings fired off in anticipation of the main event because, at any moment, I was going to explode.
When Duke pressed his thumb into my ass, that was all it took. My orgasm hit me like a train, stealing my breath and snatching my soul. Seconds later, his dick shuddered in me as he growled my name.
Eventually, he picked me up and took me over to the bed, setting me down. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“Oh,” I gasped as he filled me again. “You’re insatiable.”
“Only for you,” he told me.
The dance started all over again, and I gave up, handing control over to him as he brought me to another climax.
Duke kissedme awake and I jerked upright. “What time is it?”
He laughed. “Five o’clock.”
I fell back on the mattress. “I thought it was tomorrow already.”
“I’m good, but I’ve yet to make anyone feel like they lost twelve hours.”
Cuddling into his side, I brushed my mouth over his jaw, then his lips. “I guess it’s a good thing I made the bed first.”
“You were thinking ahead.”
“Always.” I sighed. “How was today?”
Duke told me about his meeting with his agent. Recently, he’d created a line of seasonings that were selling well on his personal website. So well that he’d sold out on launch day. Now, a big corporation was looking to bring him in and distribute his products. “It’s a catch-twenty-two. Take the deal and lose some control or nix the deal and burn out doing it myself.”
“Maybe you can find a happy medium?”
“Bishop is looking into some things.” Paityn’s husband also worked for Pure Talent in Business Development, and he’d helped her launch her naughty toy business. “He wants to set up meetings with a few of his contacts.”
“That’s a start,” I told him.
“It is, but…”
There was something about his voice, though. Lately, when he talked about his business, he didn’t have the same light in his eyes. Almost like he was sad or conflicted. I perched myself up on an elbow to meet his gaze. “What’s wrong?”
“The more time I spend on the business, the less time I spend in the kitchen.” Over the past few weeks, he’d been complaining about not having the time to cook or even experiment with new flavors. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful. But I want to be able to work on my craft.”
“What about your social media? It’s full of videos of you making your favorite dishes. You still have the classes you teach too. And your personal clientele.”
“Right. I’ve slowed down on that, though. This IG and YouTube shit takes a lot of time, and I don’t necessarily want to be on camera every day.”
“I get it. Have you thought anymore about restructuring your company so that youcanspend more time doing what you love most. We’ve been telling you to expand your team.”
