concentrate because the explosion that was building from deep within was ripping me apart, and not in the bad way.
I felt Duke’s hand slip between my legs and begin to massage the most sensitive part of my body, and that was when I couldn’t take it any longer. My hips began to buck, and my fingers gripped the granite edges so tight that my knuckles were white.
Each pant that escaped from deep within was labored almost to the point of not being able to catch my breath, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the sensation that was pulsating through my veins.
Duke moaned loudly against my back as my core clenched tightly around his throbbing erection, and he found his release seconds after I’d enjoyed mine. He rested his heavy body on my back as the two of us did our best to catch our breath.
The weight of his massive frame wasn’t helping me breathe any better, I wasn’t going to complain. He was still inside of me, and that was right where I wanted him, forever.
After we’d both begun to breathe properly again, Duke stood and slipped from inside of me, a slight moan escaping my lips. His lips caressed my ear as he leaned in closer to me. “Still want my dick inside of you, don’t you?”
I couldn’t help the whimper that slipped out. “So bad,” I said, wanting that sexy tryst to rewind and take place again, a thousand times over.
A deep laugh rumbled out of him as I felt his fingers slip between my legs and inside of my soaking wet center for a quick flick. “Soon. Promise.”
My body quivered before I lifted myself off the table. I rested my hands on the edge to gather my bearings before heading to the bathroom to clean up.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Duke and I spent the next month in a long-distance relationship. Work was slammed, and he and the guys were constantly gone. He’d make it home for a night here and a night there, but nothing more than twenty-four hours before he was off on his next adventure.
It had been a solid three weeks since I’d seen him last, and the first thing we did was meet at his condo and make up for lost time. I took the day off from work, and Duke and I spent the next twelve hours in bed. My body was so sore I couldn’t even move when the delivery guy dropped off dinner.
“Brianna, dinner,” Duke hollered from the dining room, but I couldn’t get up. My legs were like Jello.
“I can’t move!” I shouted, my body stuck to the enormous bed in Duke’s room.
I heard his laughter growing louder as he entered his bedroom, his shoulder pressed against the doorframe. His eyes locked onto mine. “Do I have to carry you?” he asked smugly.
“Yes, please.” I begged, starving for nourishment.
I watched as Duke crossed the room and slipped his arms under my body before he hoisted me up into his arms. My head rested against his chest as he carried me through the room and down the hall before I remembered I was completely naked. “Clothes!” I yelled, and his body came to a halt before turning again in the direction of his room.
When he stopped in front of his dresser, he placed me down on my feet, one of his arms laced around my waist still holding me up as the other rummaged through his drawer then pulled out a T-shirt. He slipped the dark green shirt over my head, and I couldn’t help but smile when I saw the letters MARINES written across the chest.
I took in a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Duke that lingered on his clothes. It was a scent that I craved, especially when he was gone.
Finally back at the dinner table, we sat next to each other, eating our food in silence. I was too tired to talk and eat at the same time, so I had to pick one or the other. And knowing what was to come after dinner, I figured I better boost up my energy levels.
****
The next morning I lay in Duke’s bed utterly spent as he rushed around getting his things in order to leave, again. We’d spent the last twenty-three of his twenty-four hours home screwing each other’s
I felt Duke’s hand slip between my legs and begin to massage the most sensitive part of my body, and that was when I couldn’t take it any longer. My hips began to buck, and my fingers gripped the granite edges so tight that my knuckles were white.
Each pant that escaped from deep within was labored almost to the point of not being able to catch my breath, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the sensation that was pulsating through my veins.
Duke moaned loudly against my back as my core clenched tightly around his throbbing erection, and he found his release seconds after I’d enjoyed mine. He rested his heavy body on my back as the two of us did our best to catch our breath.
The weight of his massive frame wasn’t helping me breathe any better, I wasn’t going to complain. He was still inside of me, and that was right where I wanted him, forever.
After we’d both begun to breathe properly again, Duke stood and slipped from inside of me, a slight moan escaping my lips. His lips caressed my ear as he leaned in closer to me. “Still want my dick inside of you, don’t you?”
I couldn’t help the whimper that slipped out. “So bad,” I said, wanting that sexy tryst to rewind and take place again, a thousand times over.
A deep laugh rumbled out of him as I felt his fingers slip between my legs and inside of my soaking wet center for a quick flick. “Soon. Promise.”
My body quivered before I lifted myself off the table. I rested my hands on the edge to gather my bearings before heading to the bathroom to clean up.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Duke and I spent the next month in a long-distance relationship. Work was slammed, and he and the guys were constantly gone. He’d make it home for a night here and a night there, but nothing more than twenty-four hours before he was off on his next adventure.
It had been a solid three weeks since I’d seen him last, and the first thing we did was meet at his condo and make up for lost time. I took the day off from work, and Duke and I spent the next twelve hours in bed. My body was so sore I couldn’t even move when the delivery guy dropped off dinner.
“Brianna, dinner,” Duke hollered from the dining room, but I couldn’t get up. My legs were like Jello.
“I can’t move!” I shouted, my body stuck to the enormous bed in Duke’s room.
I heard his laughter growing louder as he entered his bedroom, his shoulder pressed against the doorframe. His eyes locked onto mine. “Do I have to carry you?” he asked smugly.
“Yes, please.” I begged, starving for nourishment.
I watched as Duke crossed the room and slipped his arms under my body before he hoisted me up into his arms. My head rested against his chest as he carried me through the room and down the hall before I remembered I was completely naked. “Clothes!” I yelled, and his body came to a halt before turning again in the direction of his room.
When he stopped in front of his dresser, he placed me down on my feet, one of his arms laced around my waist still holding me up as the other rummaged through his drawer then pulled out a T-shirt. He slipped the dark green shirt over my head, and I couldn’t help but smile when I saw the letters MARINES written across the chest.
I took in a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Duke that lingered on his clothes. It was a scent that I craved, especially when he was gone.
Finally back at the dinner table, we sat next to each other, eating our food in silence. I was too tired to talk and eat at the same time, so I had to pick one or the other. And knowing what was to come after dinner, I figured I better boost up my energy levels.
****
The next morning I lay in Duke’s bed utterly spent as he rushed around getting his things in order to leave, again. We’d spent the last twenty-three of his twenty-four hours home screwing each other’s
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