Page 49 of Under the Influence

Duke wears a little smile while offering a nod. His gaze washes over my nearly naked body, leaving me swaying with lust.

“I want sex,” I say and hold onto the wall to keep from toppling over as my brain embraces supernova-horny mode. “But I don’t know what to do, and I’m scared. You have to be in charge.”

“I thought you were in charge.”

“I’m like the business owner telling the supervisor what I want done. You have to be the one to do the hard work.”

Duke chuckles and moves closer. His every step toward me sends my heart racing faster. I reach out and slide my hands across his chest as soon as he’s within reach.

“I don’t want to wait,” I say, staring into his eyes. “I crave you, but I’m struggling to relax. Will you help me?”

Duke studies me for what feels like forever. When he asked me earlier if I trusted him, I struggled with my answer. Though I felt guilty for not knowing then, I sense he doesn’t trust me now.

Duke rests his hands on my shoulders again. I feel him doubting where this is headed. Taking charge, I move his hands under the camisole and set them on my hips. His fingers slide across my bare skin, testing my resolve.

I sink my fingers into his chest hair while taking a big step closer. My body now presses against his.

“I love you,” I say and move my hands up his chest to his throat and then jaw. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous. But you have to give me this. I’m telling you what I want, just like I did when I wanted to make out in the back seat. You trusted me that night, and I need you to do the same thing now.”

Duke frowns slightly. My nervous energy is throwing him off. I don’t know how to make him trust me.

Taking charge again, I slide my right knee between his legs. Reaching up on my tiptoes, I suck at his throat. Duke tenses when my thigh presses against his crotch.

“I love you,” he says and slips his hands up my back. “I don’t want to be why you have regrets.”

“You’re the guy I’ve been searching for, Duke,” I whisper and brush my thumb across his lips. “I’m not at my best right now. I’m all goofy inside. I keep getting in my own way. I need your help.”

Duke relaxes immediately. His hands stop dancing feathery-soft against my skin and slide possessively up my back. Kissing me, Duke no longer holds back or feeds off my anxiety. The crazy in me instantly submits to his commanding touch, and we finally get this romp in the sack going.

DUKE, AKA LOSING CONTROL ISN’T AN OPTION

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Edith is nearly begging for sex, yet I can’t trust myself to read her signals right. Have women always been this complicated?

Yes, they have. But with Kerrie, I always knew where we stood. With my girls, I understand how saying the wrong thing might piss them off, but they’ll put me in my place and we’ll move on.

With Edith, I’m unsure what happens if I fuck up. In the end, I can’t keep up with her mixed signals, so I give up and follow my instincts.

The damn negligee does nothing to hide her body. My lust is unleashed. I can’t stick to the “safe” areas. My fingers glide over Edith’s tight ass, tugging her closer even if we’re already pinned together.

Our lips kiss in that familiar way they already share.Edith is mine.With my brain turned off, I only know she can’t belong to anyone else. Sheneedsto be with me.

Edith doesn’t tug away or come up for air. She’s in the zone like when we fool around in her back seat.

The world falls away. We’re alone with our lust. As my hands slide over her perfect tits, Edith moans approvingly and leans into my embrace. My thumbs graze her hard, sensitive nipples. Edith startles me by cutting off the kiss and bouncing backward.

Her eyes are wide. I can’t think of how to comfort her. I have no idea what she wants to happen next.

Edith drops down and undoes my jeans. “You need to be more naked. It needs to be fair,” she mumbles, sounding drunk.

When I’m in only my boxers, she startles me again by planting a wet kiss near the seam of my boxers and precariously close to my balls.

Standing quickly, Edith smiles. “That’s better.”

She looks around the room, frowns at something, and seems ready to complain before switching gears and climbing on the bed. Her arms open, and she smiles.

Edith is it for me.The lust strips away all my worries about the future.I’m keeping her.That’s why I need to know her body. She’s mine to pleasure. No one else gets to make her come.

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