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Standing before me, completely nude, Duncan palmed his dick, stroking the length. I watched as he ran his hand over the head, gathering the pearl of moisture to lubricate his hand.

He was larger than I’d encountered before, and my hesitation must have shown in my expression. Duncan walked forward. My eyes never wavered from his hand until he reached up, tilting my chin to look at him.

“You look worried,mo bandia.”

“Maybe a little.”

His smile was almost sinister. “Don’t worry, Freyja. I’ll make you so wet my dick will slide into your pussy as if it belongs there.”

“I already am.”

He growled at my words. His hands held my face as he kissed me again. This time, slow and sensuous. His tongue licked at my mouth, rubbing along my teeth and dueling with my own.

I could feel his hardness pressed into my belly. Tentatively, I reached out and wrapped my hand around him. Swallowing the hiss he released at my boldness, I stroked him.

“I want you inside me, Duncan.”

“Patience,mo bandia.”

“I’m not a patient person by nature,” I told him, squeezing him into another hiss, and he grabbed my wrist.

Removing my hand from his cock, he brought it up to his neck. “Hold on” was all he said before he lifted me and turned. He strolled into the bedroom as if we had all the time in the world.

We had tonight for certain. After that was anyone’s guess.

Duncan positioned me on the bed, covering me with his body. His lips bore a path to my jaw, then down my neck to my collarbone. He continued his pursuit, nipping and sucking as he went.

Reaching my waist, he kissed me just above my belly button, then settled beside me on the bed. He looked up at me as he swirled his fingertips over my belly, teasing the band of the panties I still wore. Those and my heels were the only clothing not left on the floor of the living room.

Chapter Eleven

Duncan

God, this woman may just be my undoing.

The way she responded to my touch fueled my desire more than her gorgeous body. I stared into her eyes as my fingertips played with the band of her lace panties—the only clothing she had on besides her fuck me heels.

Heels that would be staying on.

Slowly, I traced the edge of her panties, dipping my finger between them and her silky skin, teasing her. I hadn’t forgotten how she hung up on me without a goodbye. I simply got distracted, caught up in her.

Her lips, her body. Her goddamn energy was electric and fried my senses until nothing was left but my hunger.

“Mo bandia, you hung up on me today,” I said in a low, dark voice.

“What?” she asked, confused by my sudden change.

My thumb ran over her seam, poorly hidden by the lace, causing her to gasp. Her eyes closed and her back arched.

“On the phone, earlier. You didn’t say goodbye. Just hung up as if I was insignificant. A bother you wanted to be rid of.”

I pressed against her clit, and she inhaled deeply. My tongue slid across her hip. My teeth grabbed the lace, tearing it apart.

“Duncan,” she breathed, her voice raspy with need.

“Shhh,mo bandia.”

Lifting my body from the bed, I kneeled between her legs. Gripping her panties with both hands, I tore them the rest of the way off, then brought them to my nose, inhaling her fragrance.