Chapter 19
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
DUCHESS
He texted me good night and good morning for the next month, and I couldn’t believe he kept his word from the night we had phone sex. He touched me, but the man would not sleep with me, keeping up this end of the bargain on a deal I didn’t agree to.
Every time he stopped us from actually having sex, he’d ask me my name right before, reminding me that he wasn’t going to back down. I’d be working at his club for another month until my contract ended. I tried not to think about that, focusing on the way he made me feel instead.
We were spending at least a night or two a week together. Usually, on Friday night, I’d go with him. I was a little taken aback the first time I saw his place. It was better than I imagined it would be. He had good taste for a bachelor, living in a condo on the water. His floor-to-ceiling glass windows made a panoramic view of either the ocean or downtown Miami.
One morning, I forgot my toothbrush in my overnight bag, and he must have noticed. The next time I crashed at his place, there was a pink toothbrush sitting on his bathroom sink that actually had duchess crowns on it. Where the hell he found it was beyond me. I didn’t bring it to his attention. However, it was the nicest gesture any man had ever done for me.
He also started to have things in his house he thought I might like. For example, my Hint water was in his fridge when it wasn’t in there before. Or there would be my favorite snacks he must have picked up on. Not to mention, I said something about his pillows being flat one night and the next time I was there, his pillows were brand new and freshly stuffed.
It was little things like that. They truly meant everything. I didn’t need grand gestures. I was a simple kind of girl despite growing up without wanting for anything. We began behaving kind of like a couple. He’d hold my hand when we went out to dinner or the movies or anytime we were in public together.
Over the past few days, I could see that whatever had been weighing on him was coming to a head. I could see it in his eyes. Something was happening behind the scenes in his life, and whatever it was, it wasn’t good.
I hated that for him.
I also knew he texted me every night and every morning because he wanted to be the last thing I thought about when I went to sleep and the first thing I thought about when I woke up.
It was working.
He consumed my thoughts.
I looked forward to his texts and laying my head on my pillow to his good nights.
I genuinely missed him when we weren’t together. He made it hard not to.
Our text messages sometimes turned into phone conversations that would go late into the night. We would FaceTime and usually talked about nothing in particular even though he asked me about everything. I still hadn’t disclosed any more information about myself.
On that night, it was nearly three in the morning, and I had yet to receive my nightly text message.
I grew anxious.
Nervous.
I don’t know what came over me, but I drove to his club. It was Tuesday night, and they were open. By the time I made it to his bar, the last few people were walking out. I didn’t see him when I came in, so I asked his GM where he was. He told me in his office.
I knocked on his office door and heard him call out, “Come in.”
I opened the door, and he didn’t look up from his paperwork.
“You didn’t text me good night,” I blurted, catching myself by surprise.
I was turning into this needy chick, and it was scaring the absolute shit out of me. His eyebrows rose before he glanced up at me, caught off guard I was standing in front of him.
“I was worried about you.”
He cocked his head to the side, leaning back in his leather chair. Placing his hand over his mouth, he rubbed his lips back and forth, examining me in a way I’d never seen before.
Something didn’t sit well with me. “I thought you’d be happy to see me. When he didn’t answer fast enough, I suddenly felt too exposed. Falling back on default of how I was made, I sassed, “Or you could just tell me to go fuck off.”
In one breath, he stated, “It’s been a day.”
“I can see that. Do you want me to go kick someone’s ass for you?”
“Not tonight.”
Feeling much more concerned by his cold demeanor, I questioned, “What happened?”
“Life happened.”
“That’s pretty vague. I’m going to need more context.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I know how that goes.”
“Do you?”
I hesitantly asked, “What can I do to help?”
“You wanna help me?”
I purposely shrugged, trying to make him laugh. “I have nothing better to do.”
He finally smirked. At least giving me something, which wasn’t much.
“Come here.”
I didn’t know what to do. I just stared at him.
His hair was disheveled, like he had been pulling at it all day.
His eyes were dark and daunting like he’d been ready to kill.
“I said come here.”
I took a breath and a tentative step in his direction, stopping when I stood in front of his desk.
“Here. Duchess. Come. Here,” he ordered again in a dominant tone that pissed me off but also slightly turned me on.
I rounded the corner and stayed perfectly in place in front of him. He narrowed his eyes at my body, taking me in completely. Even the way he admired me was different. Nice guy Luke wasn’t here at all.
Jameson was.
And that excited me more than anything.
LUKE
The second I saw her walk into my office, I was fucked. It was the last thing I needed to add to an extremely fucked-up night, or maybe it was the best thing.
Either way…
I was still fucked.
I didn’t know what came over me, but the best thing she could do for me at that moment was sit on the edge of my desk. I roughly grabbed her by her waist and placed her on there myself, never getting up from my office chair. I leaned back and took a second to look at her.
To really appreciate the beauty that was this woman.
Her face was flushed.
Her eyes were dilated.
She was a Duchess.
I rubbed my fingers on my lips, contemplating what to do next. I knew what I wanted to do, and as much as I tried to talk myself out of it…
I couldn’t.
The urge was too powerful.
Too consuming.
I leaned forward and untied her black petticoat. It easily fell open. She sat there in nothing but a bra and panties, instantly making my dick hard.
I wanted her so fucking bad.
“I forgot to put clothes on,” she joked to herself.
Nothing was funny about this situation. Not even a little bit. I looked up at her, and she stared down at me.
She wasn’t mine, yet it felt like she was.
I spread her legs open and placed myself between them, holding her waist and locking her into place.
“I don’t like to be taken by surprise.”
“Are you worried I’d catch you with one of your club bunnies?”
“Is that what you think?”
She shrugged.
I leaned in farther, rubbing my cheek against her thigh, never taking my eyes off hers. She watched me with caution and hunger all at once, waiting for my next move. I stood, leaning in close to her lips. I was going to win this power struggle. She needed to understand that when she was with me.
I was the one in control.
“After all this time, you really think I’d be fuckin’ around on you?”
“It’s just sex, Jameson, and I understand that.”
I winced. I couldn’t help it.
“I’m just saying, we barely know each other, and you’re not fucking me, so…”
I whispered close to her lips, barely touching them, but just enough, “Do you have any idea how much I like you?” I stated in a question.
All in one breath, she challenged, “Prove it.”
I growled, kissing my way down her face, neck, and body.
Inch by inch.
Once I was on my knees in front of her, I slid my mouth along the seam of her silk panties.
She swallowed hard, and her mouth parted, once again waiting for my next move. In one quick movement, her panties were off, and her clit was in my mouth as she surrendered to me. I rewarded her by sucking it into my mouth, moving my head up and down and side to side.
It didn’t take long to have her panting.
Moaning.
Falling onto her back.
I rubbed my face all around her cunt, not being able to get enough of her.
“Beg me. Beg me to fuckin’ come.”
I slid my index and middle fingers into her warm, wet heat, aiming them directly at her G-spot.
“Please… please…”
I smiled.
It felt like it was the first time that I truly smiled all night.
My fingers moved faster.
Harder.
More demanding.
I’d never tire of watching her come undone. Her cum started flowing loosely down the sides of my mouth until she screamed out my name. I didn’t give her a chance to recover.
I fucked her with my mouth, tongue, and fingers until she came all down my face, chin, and neck.
And then I did it again.