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“You’re everything,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “Everything I need.”
The tenderness in his words, in his touch, made my heart flutter. I leaned down to kiss him, our bodies still moving together in perfect rhythm. His strong arms wrapped around me, holding me close as werocked together, the pace increasing as our need grew more urgent.
When Duke shifted his hips, he nailed my prostate with unerring accuracy. He repeated the motion, his hands guiding my movements to maximize my pleasure with each thrust.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “Let me hear you, Duchess.”
I couldn’t have held back if I tried. Every rock of my hips built toward an inevitable explosion of pleasure. Duke’s hand slipped between us, wrapping around my neglected cock, stroking in time with our movements.
With each hard bounce, my climax rushed toward its peak. “Shit, I’m close.”
He increased the pace, driving up into me as I rocked down to meet him. It drew my climax as I painted his stomach with hot streaks of cum.
Duke followed moments later, his body tensing beneath mine as he buried himself to the hilt and emptied inside me. I pulled off him before collapsing onto his chest, both of us breathing hard, our skin slick with sweat and cum. His arms encircled me, cuddling me closer as his release trickled out of me. I nuzzled against his neck, inhaling his scent, content in his embrace.
“Feel better?” I asked after a while, my voice muffled against his skin.
Duke’s chest rumbled with a soft laugh. “Much.”
“We’ll make sure Red knows how much he means to everyone,” I promised, brushing my fingers through his hair. “And to you.”
Duke nodded, his clean hand coming up to brush my hair back from my face. “Thank you.”
“For the sex or the fundraiser idea?” I teased.
“Both.”
I laughed, settling back against him. “You’re welcome.”
We lay in comfortable silence, Duke’s fingers tracing idle patterns on my back. The weight of his concern for Red had lifted somewhat, replaced by the determination to do something meaningful for him.
“I’ll call Iason in the morning to see if he and the guys are available for the fundraiser,” Duke said after a while.
“And I’ll talk to Chance, Sir, and Mister,” I replied, already organizing the event in my mind. “Between all of them, we’ll put on one hell of a show for Red.”
Duke kissed the top of my head. “He won’t know what hit him.”
I smiled, already imagining Red’s embarrassed but pleased reaction. “It’ll be perfect.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
DUKE
I slumpedin my office chair, scowling at the inventory spreadsheet on my computer. The numbers blurred together as my mind drifted to the dining room, where Chance was filming another scene for his movie. I’d caught glimpses of him earlier, but work demanded my sole attention.
Now, I was stuck counting liquor bottles and tallying food costs while something much more interesting happened at the bar.
The cursor blinked mockingly on the screen. I’d been staring at the same cell for at least five minutes, unable to focus. A gentle knock interrupted my brooding.
“Yeah?” I called out, not bothering to hide my irritation.
Red peeked around the door, his auburn hairfalling across his forehead. “Is now a bad time?” he asked, his normally cheerful voice subdued.
My expression softened at the sight of my favorite employee. No matter how foul my mood was, he had a way of tempering it with his easygoing nature.
“Come in, kid. How’s the packing going?” I gestured for him to sit across from my desk.
“Getting there,” Red sighed, dropping into the chair. “Though Gonk’s not helping. He keeps sitting in every box I try to pack. He knows something’s up, and he’s not happy.”
