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Malcolm muttered his approval, then applied himself to seriously tongue fucking my pussy. Slipping a leg over his shoulder, he tongued me deeper and deeper. Juicy sounds of my wetness hit my ears. With my robe hanging open, I teased my nipples, pulling them until the tips were hard and sensitive.

As Malcolm’s tongue worked me, his groans pushed me deeper into the sexual fantasy I’d dreamed about ever since our night together.

I was his instrument. It was like Malcolm knew my body better than I did. He nibbled my clit then stroked my velvety walls with shallow thrusts of his tongue.

Tension built low inside me. It coiled tight, like a spring. I knew that when it was released, I would have the relief that had been denied to me all these months. It was the relief that only Malcolm could give me.

My pleasure built, and the anticipation filled me with hope.

“Oh, Malcolm.” I dropped my head back.

“Come for me.” He stopped sucking. “Come for me.” Strong hands gripped my ass and I fell into the pleasure he gave me, coming over his tongue with a loud cry.

I crested, then spiraled out of control. I collapsed from the strength of my orgasm slamming through me, but Malcolm caught me and carried me to his bed. All I could do was cling to him as the aftershocks wracked my body.

CHAPTER 5

MALCOLM

Holly was here. I could scarcely believe it. The sound of her breathing and being able to steal my hand across her breast to feel her heartbeat helped steady me.

I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed her until I had her back in my arms. True, I’d thought about her and missed her, but I’d tried to convince myself that was because I lost a respected colleague, and being a duke was a very solitary business.

I chalked up to lust how often I beat my cock off to memories of her. As soon as I saw in her in the pub with Fergus, I realized there was no way she was staying somewhere else. She belonged at Lachlan.

After I left New York so suddenly last spring and she failed to answer my calls, I hired a private security firm to keep an eye on her for a few months. Securing her an apartment was the tricky part. Having her stay in my townhouse was my first inclination, but Holly would never take charity, so coming up with a safe plan required some planning.

I was able to get her into a one-bedroom apartment with an actual doorman that was still walking distance to the hospital. I had a third party pay the building manager to cook up a story about the resident being a grateful patient. It wasn’t uncommon in NYC for the wealthy to bestow their favors upon those that they crossed paths with.

And I had my reports about how things were going with her. It was my saving grace. I requested pictures too. She was thinner and looked tired. I knew my sudden absence from the emergency room would have created more work for her.

I almost had a heart attack when she cut her long hair to a shoulder-length bob. The memories of that glorious hair falling forward while she rode me still haunted my dreams. Along with the bob came ponytails for work and while she was out for runs.

Holly was a creature of habit. I justified the security to myself by making sure she was safe. And that was the only thing that allowed me to get the scant sleep that I did.

Glancing down at her in my arms, her pale skin revealed dark circles under her eyes. I’d forgotten how deliciously curvy she was and alone.

She was staying in Lachlan until the stalker was behind bars; that topic was closed for discussion.

It was beyond belief that someone could get to her. One thing was certain, changes were going to be made when she returned to New York. I wasn’t risking her safety again.

Though we were intellectual equals, I’d been delighted to discover Holly was a natural submissive in bed. “Harder” and “more” were her favorite words. And that fact that she’d given me her virginity was like a gift I treasured.

In our time apart, she hadn’t been with anyone else. I hadn’t either, for that matter. I simply hadn’t had an interest in anyone else I met.

That night in her room in New York wasn’t a fluke. There was something between us, something good. I’d never felt like this about anyone before. We needed time to explore it, and that was in short supply right now. It seemed that was the only thing I couldn’t buy. But I was from a long line of Lachlan men and giving up wasn’t in our DNA. I would solve the puzzle of Holly, just like all the other challenges I faced.

“What time is it?” Holly stirred then wiggled, so her ass was up against me.

“Early.” I’d drawn the heavy curtains around the bed to keep it warmer. We were under a thick pile of blankets. I ran a hand over her hip. Her skin was soft and warm.

“It’s so dark out.”

“I drew the curtains around the bed to keep things warmer. But I guarantee it’s dark outside. Scotland in winter makes New York look like Miami.”

“I don’t know about that. I don’t remember wearing a bikini much to work.”

“Thank God for that. Otherwise, the whole emergency room would have descended into chaos.”

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