Surprise Delivery (Page 57)

“Where is Sabrina?” he asks.

“She won’t be home until tomorrow.”

“Good.”

“Indeed,” I say, laughing.

Duncan strips off his shirt and tosses it aside. I admire the angles and planes of his hard, toned body. I run my hands over his chest, letting my fingertips trail all the way down to his belly. I feel him shudder beneath my touch. And when I press my mouth to his again, delivering another wet, intense kiss, I go to work on his jeans.

I have them unbuttoned and am pushing them down his ankles in record time. Duncan steps out of them and kicks them aside, leaving us both standing before each other, completely naked. We both explore each other with our eyes, lightly touching with our fingertips, and let the intensity of our desire grow even more. It’s the most intensely erotic moment of my life.

When we both can’t take it anymore, he rolls on a condom and pushes me down onto the couch. I’m looking up at him as he braces himself on his arms above me. He kisses me again and I feel the head of his cock pressing against my wet, swollen lips. My body is aching for him. Aching to have him inside of me.

As if reading my mind, Duncan moves forward until he pierces my hot, molten core and drives himself deep within me. When he’s fully sheathed within me, we kiss, letting our bodies savor the feeling of being joined as one again. Then slowly, Duncan begins to move inside of me. He moves his hips in a slow, steady rhythm that sends tendrils of fire crawling across my skin.

There’s nothing hurried or frantic about his movements. He is simply savoring every moment we have together. The way his gaze is locked onto mine makes our lovemaking that much more intense. I grab hold of his arms and raise my hips to meet his thrusts, taking him as deep inside of me as he can go. I relish feeling every inch of his glorious cock moving within me. I can’t seem to get enough of him.

Duncan leans down and kisses my neck, letting the tip of his tongue trail down to my breasts. He circles a nipple and gently sucks on it as he continues to drive himself into me. Feeling him fill me up completely, his mouth on me makes the fire inside of me burn out of control. I’m going mad with desire and feel the pressure low within me already building.

As much as I love being hard and rough together, this sweet, tender lovemaking gets me just as aroused. I love that we can have it both ways and enjoy each other equally. I kiss him hard, forcing my tongue into his mouth as I feel my body start to shake uncontrollably. Every muscle within me tightens up as I reach the peak and as I topple over it, all tension flies from my body and I lose control.

I bite back the cries that want to erupt from my mouth – careful to avoid waking Aurora – but my body is shaking harder than it ever has before. Something about this gentle and sweet lovemaking touched off an orgasm more intense than I’ve ever felt before. My heart feels like it might explode, and my breathing is beyond ragged.

And still, my orgasm continues.

With a mischievous smirk on his face, Duncan slides off of me and buries his face between my thighs. He licks and sucks on me as I continue to come, the muffled sounds of desire coming from him as he goes down on me only turning me on that much more.

He sucks on my clit, then buries his tongue as deep within me as he can while I ride out the final waves of my climax. And when I slowly start regaining control of myself, I run my hands through my hair, pulling on it as I’m racked by a last few residual twitches.

The power of my orgasm leaves me limp and feeling spent already. But seeing Duncan’s long, thick cock as he gets to his feet ignites the fires of lust within me again. I look up at him and lick my lips, begging him with my eyes to let me finish him with my mouth. He gives me a smile and shakes his head. Instead, he slips down beside me on the couch, turning me onto my side as he sidles up next to me. He grips my leg and raises it, setting it back down on his thigh.

I turn my head to look at him and he gives me a kiss as he thrusts his hips, piercing me with his thick cock once more. Duncan is behind me, moving his hips, powering his cock into me and sending wave after wave of pleasure washing through me. He grips my hair and pulls my head back, planting a line of kisses down my neck, then back up again.

I feel his hand on my hip and his other one snaking around me, cupping my breast. He teases my nipple with his thumb before giving it a vicious pinch. I let out a soft yelp as that small prick of pain, blending with the intense pleasure form a heady mixture of ecstasy that courses through my entire body. I feel like liquid fire is flowing through my veins, and that pressure is building up within me once more.

“You feel so good, baby,” I gasp.

Duncan says nothing, but gives me a hard, sharp thrust, driving his cock so deep within me, my eyes roll back into my head and I let out a moan that sounds more animal than human. I feel his muscles tensing and the rhythm of his movements starting to grow a little more ragged.

“I’m going to come again, Duncan,” I moan. “You’re going to make me come again, baby. Come with me. I want to feel you explode inside of me.”

Duncan grunts and his movements become a little more frantic and harried. His muscles are tense and his grip on my body tightens. His cock swells inside of me and I know he’s on the verge. I press my ass back against him and clinch the muscles inside of me, finally tipping him over that ledge and into the canyon of ecstasy below.

We both cry out as Duncan bursts within me. I feel his hot seed filling up the condom; making me tremble hard as the sensations grip me. A moment later, my own body is spasming hard as I come with him.

He presses his forehead against the back of my head, both of us riding out the bliss together. I lean my body back against his as our breathing and heart rates return to something closer to normal. Duncan wraps his arms around me, his cock growing softer but still inside of me, as if he’s unwilling to break the connection we share.

He needn’t worry though, I know that our bond is stronger than steel and can’t be broken.

“I love you, Duncan,” I whisper. “I love you so goddamn much it hurts. I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.”

“Then let’s not find out,” he whispers back. “Because I love you too, Alexis. With everything in me.”

Still coupled together like that, our bodies intertwined, we drift off into the warm glow of happiness – together.

Thirty-Two

Duncan

“Excuse me, you can’t go in there,” my brother’s assistant calls after me.

“Yeah, watch me.”

I storm into Henry’s office in a controlled rage. He’s on the phone and when he sees me, a flash of annoyance crosses his features. His assistant is hot on my heels, pushing her way past me. She pulls up short when she sees him on the phone and casts me a baleful look.

“Doug, I’m going to have to call you back,” he says. “It seems my attention is required.”

He hangs up the phone and before I can get a word in, his assistant jumps in first.

“I’m sorry, Mister Clyburne,” she says. “He just stormed past me and wouldn’t –”

“It’s okay, Alice,” he says. “It’s not your fault. My brother here just lacks any sort of manners.”

She looks at me, finally putting the pieces together. But she doesn’t soften her expression any, brother or not. She’s apparently a bulldog when it comes to protecting Henry. Which is kind of fitting, considering that Henry isn’t one who usually takes responsibility for his actions, preferring to let his “lessers” absorb the majority of the slings and arrows that come his way.

Alice looks between us, not quite sure what to do. I roll my eyes and let out a loud, annoyed breath. If she thought she could have gotten away with giving me the finger, I’m quite sure she would have. Unlike me, apparently, she still observes obvious social graces.

“It’s fine, Alice,” Henry tells her again. “You can leave him with me.”

She casts me one last angry glare before leaving his office without another word. I turn back to my brother, my blood boiling in my veins.

“Leave me with you?” I ask. “What am I, a lost child now?”

“Brother, you’ve been a lost child most of your thirty-seven years on this planet.”

“Yeah well, I can’t say I had a good example in a big brother to help guide me,” I say, and then to needle him, add, “Looks like that busted nose is finally starting to heal up. You can barely notice the bruising. What did you tell your employees? Racquetball accident? No, wait, you always like making yourself look like the hero – I bet you told them you took a shot saving some poor woman from a mugging, right?”

“What do you want, Duncan?” he asks. “I have important work to do.”

“Oh, because saving lives isn’t important work?” I sneer. “Go fuck yourself, Henry.”

He looks a bit taken aback by my outburst, clearly not used to anybody standing up to him in his workspace. As the king of his own little fiefdom here, Henry demands the total subservience and respect of his subjects – not that he ever returns any of that respect, mind you. But, like any good dictator around, he certainly demands constant adulation.

I walk over and throw the contract he’d left at Alexis’ on his desk. It hits with a thump and slides to a stop almost perfectly in front of him. He looks at it for a long moment, then turns his eyes to me. There’s an anger brewing in his face – he obviously didn’t see this coming. He should have, but he obviously didn’t.