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I grip his hair and tug. “Duncan.”

He ignores me. Of course he fucking does. My release builds fast enough to send a shot of panic through me, and I pull harder, trying to warn him before I lose any chance of stopping it. He resists the pressure and keeps sucking.

“I’m going to cum, Daddy.”

His answering moan vibrates around my cock, and that’s all it takes. My entire body tenses as I come down his throat. Duncan swallows and keeps going, drawing every last pulse from me until I’m squirming beneath him and my grip loosens in his hair. Only then does he release my cock with a wet pop, his tongue moving over the head one last time before he finally sits back.

I let my head fall against the seat and drag air into my lungs. Well, fuck. That wasn’t supposed to happen. More importantly, I wasn’t supposed to enjoy it enough to forget why I came here in the first place.

Duncan looks up at me, and the satisfaction written all over his face brings everything rushing back. If I let him start talking, I’m screwed. He’ll tell me again that this is real, that I’m his, that he wants more than a scene, and after what he just did, walking away is already going to be harder than it was five minutes ago.

I force a grin onto my face because sarcasm has gotten me through worse.

“Jesus.” I shake my head. “When you go all in, you really go all in.” His lips part, but I put a hand against his chest before he can say anything. “My turn.”

Duncan lets me push him back against the seat, and I settle between his legs, running my hands slowly along his thighs. His gaze stays on me, that infuriating confidence still firmly in place despite the fact that he just had his first cock in his mouth and swallowed like he’d been doing it his entire fucking life.

“God.” I shake my head as I look at him. “Do you realize how fucking hot you are?”

He smirks while I slide my hands over his stomach and chest, then curl my fingers into the edges of his shirt and give it a sharp tug. Several buttons snap free, bouncing across the floor and disappearing beneath the seats. Duncan glances down at his ruined shirt before looking back at me.

“So fucking gorgeous you make it impossible to take my time.”

I push the shirt open and kiss my way across his chest. His skin is suspiciously smooth beneath my lips. Does the man wax, or is this just unfair genetics? Either way, I need to get my head back in the game before I forget what I’m supposed to be doing down here.

I move lower, dragging my mouth over his stomach while my hands reach for his belt. Duncan still hasn’t said anything, which is exactly what I need. The less he talks, the less chance he has of convincing me to do something stupid, like believe him.

The buckle comes free beneath my fingers, and I slowly pull the leather from the loops. Duncan watches every move I make, and when I tug at his pants, he lifts his hips without questioning what I’m doing.

While I work them lower, I glance through the tinted window. The doors to Obsidian open, spilling music onto the sidewalk as a group of people stumbles toward a waiting Uber. There are enough people outside now that I should be able to disappear into the crowd if I can get out of this fucking car.

I turn my attention back to Duncan and kiss my way along one inner thigh, then the other, deliberately avoiding his cock. His legs spread farther for me, giving me exactly the opening I need. Thank every deity known to man for yoga and squats.

Keeping my mouth against his inner thigh, I feed the belt beneath his ankles. My pulse pounds as I work by feel, using my body to block his view of my hands. Duncan shifts beneath me, and I go still with my lips pressed to his skin when his hand closes around the back of my neck.

Fuck.

For a second, I’m sure he’s figured out what I’m doing, but his thumb only strokes the back of my neck. He still thinks he’s getting his turn.

I finish looping the belt around his ankles and pull it tight enough to hold. My fingers shake as I secure it, but Duncan doesn’t seem to notice. I put both hands on his knees and spread his legs a little farther, making a show of looking between them.

His smirk deepens. I almost feel bad for what I’m about to do. Almost. I shove myself upright and scramble backward.

Duncan’s brows pull together. “Nash?”

I lunge for the door. His confusion lasts all of two seconds before his gaze drops to his ankles.

“Oh, you little—”

I throw the door open before I hear the rest and practically fall out of the limousine. My hand catches the doorframe before my face meets the sidewalk, and I glance back when leather creaks behind me and Duncan lets loose with what I’m fairly certain is an Irish curse. He tries to move, but the belt around his ankles does exactly what I intended.

I point at him. “Rule number five, Daddy.” His eyes narrow, and my grin gets wider. “Never underestimate a naughty boy.” I slam the door and run.

Chapter 16 Duncan

“Ifreann agus mallacht!”

The Irish curse leaves my mouth before Nash can fully slam the car door. I look down at the belt wrapped around my ankles and almost laugh despite myself. The little shit tied me up with my own fucking belt.