Page 28 of Duplicity

I hum my approval, because this little nipple is too good to neglect. It’s so hard as I roll it around with my tongue. ‘Go on,’ I mumble.

‘I like the idea of being at your beck and call.’ Her entire body arches under me, into me, as she says it, and I know she’s being honest.

She’s beautiful, she begs,andshe’s naturally submissive. Fuck me, I think I’m getting even harder. I pull off her nipple and rear up so I can brace myself on both elbows and really give it to her.

‘Damn right you’ll be at my beck and call.’Fuck.‘You’ll be mine every single fucking way I can have you. You have no clue how hard I’ll work you. On your knees, on your back, any fucking way I want, when I want.’ I piston my hips into her over and over. Attempting to withhold my own finish is a special kind ofhell, but as I grit out the words, as I fuck her over and over, I’m rewarded with a special kind of heaven, too: the sight of Marlowe unravelling in real time beneath me.

Her face is growing more anguished as she chases the climax she swore she couldn’t have, her thrashes more violent and useless and desperate. I doubt she’s aware of it, but she’s clinging to my shoulder with one hand as she digs the fingernails of the other into my arse. She’s a cowgirl employing her own brand of spurs, and I’m her lucky, lucky ride.

It’s not her fault. She may not usually come this way, but she’s never been fucked by Brendan Sullivan before, and she probably hasn’t been subject to my brand of dirty talk—or dirty promises, rather.

It’s a devastating combination if I say so myself, and she’s not the only one getting carried away here. The fantasies I have of railing my newest toy against every flat surface in my office are a shot of Viagra to my performance, turbocharging my dick to the point that I have no fucking clue how I’m this hard and how the hell I haven’t shot my load yet.

We’re both slick with sweat now, or maybe we’re both slick withmysweat. Our breaths are ragged, heat is coursing through my body, and her cries match my grunts with every fevered thrust. I’m an animal in this moment, rutting and rutting with no finesse and no endgame except for chasing my release and Marlowe’s.

Her face registers total surprise before she lets out a series of anguished cries as she goes hurtling over the edge. Her entire body is wracked with convulsions as I fuck her through her orgasm, and it’s a fucking spectacular sight.

Thank God.

I did it.

Now I can let go with my fragile male ego intact.

‘Fucking yes,’ I tell her as I stiffen impossibly more inside her, and then I thrust and thrust and thrust, burying my face in her neck and roaring into her hair as my orgasm winds me up and spins me out like a spinning top. I’m powerless and weightless, hurtling through the air in ecstasy as I ride it out deep inside her body before collapsing my weight on top of her.

My brain is wiped clean.

No noise.

No friction.

Just blessed stillness.

I’m vaguely aware of her releasing my hair from her death grip and sliding her hand down my back.

Mmm. Feels nice.

It’s not until she flinches beneath me that I realise I’m practically spatchcocking the poor woman with my body weight. With enormous difficulty, I find the strength to rear up onto my elbows, but the sight I get is worth it.

Now that’s what I call a woman who’s just discovered the life-changing power of a really great fuck.

I smile down at her, amused and smug and blissed-out, and tuck a strand of pale gold hair behind her ear. ‘We’ll probably need to work on our noise levels in the office.’

CHAPTER 13

Marlowe

Athena

WELL??????

How was it? How are you?

Totally shellshocked

Good shellshocked or bad? I can’t tell

Hello?

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