Page 38 of Riding the Line (Willow Ridge #2)

‘My panties match,’ I add, his thumb still hovering against my lips.

A muscle in his jaw feathers. ‘I know. I saw every time you brazenly leant over one of the tables in front of me earlier.’ Duke brings his lips dangerously close to mine.

I gasp again, staring up at him with a trembling brow.

The heat of his breath tingles across my mouth as he whispers, ‘You did that on purpose, didn’t you?

Trying to tease me when you knew I couldn’t do anything about it?

Making me want that pretty little pussy of yours? ’

The ache between my legs begins to throb, heavy and hot.

I consider shaking my head, continuing this role of innocence, but that feels like it would be shying away from how I truly feel – being with him makes me feel unapologetic and alive – exactly what I’m supposed to be chasing, and he’s not holding back either, not thinking over what to do or say for once.

So, I just nod, letting the corners of my mouth tip up and relishing in the way he mirrors me with a smirk of his own.

Abruptly he spins us until I’m facing his desk, the edge pressing into my thighs.

‘But who said I couldn’t do anything about it?’ Duke whispers, pulling my hair away from my shoulder so he can plant a kiss there. The meeting of his lips against my sensitive skin has goosebumps breaking out across my neck and chest. ‘I could fuck you right here, you know?’

Oh God. Yes. Do it.

Duke continues to press hard kisses to my neck, each one sending shivers shooting across my skin.

‘I could bend you over my desk, flip this torturous little dress up, and fuck you like you’ve been craving.

I’ll do it exactly like you’ve imagined.

’ The hand holding my hair out of the way moves to between my shoulder blades and presses down, whilst the other drags my hips back, so his hard cock pushes into me again.

My body happily follows his command, bending until I’m flush against the cool desktop. ‘Would you like that, Baby Hensley?’

‘Mhm,’ whimpers out of me with my racing breath.

‘Words, Cherry. You know the rules, don’t misbehave.’ Duke gives me a light slap of the ass, making me jolt against the desk. It sends a zing of pleasure straight through me, while a heady satisfaction underlines it, knowing that I bring this side out of Duke. Two weeks ago, he’d barely touch me.

‘Yes, Duke. I want you to fuck me over your desk.’

He hums with satisfaction, but the sound is gravelly with need. Duke lifts up the skirt of my dress and strokes his fingers up my inner thigh, making my legs shake with anticipation. ‘Even with everyone just behind that door?’

‘Yes. I don’t care.’ Now I’m the one sounding desperate. But when he brushes his fingertips so lightly across my panties, just grazing my clit, I don’t care. All my mind and body knows is that I need him. Everywhere .

His touch explores the edges of my panties, fingers hooking one by one beneath the elastic to gradually pull it to the side, baring me to him.

‘It would have to be quick, otherwise people will wonder where we were. And—’ Duke hisses, then lets out a long exhale as his fingers swipe through my wetness. ‘Fuck me, you’re already soaking. I could slide into you right now. I bet you’d feel so good as you stretch for me.’

He doesn’t wait another second to plunge his fingers into me. I throw a hand over my mouth in time to capture my moan, my other hand gripping the edge of the desk as fire blazes to life in my core.

‘Shh, baby.’ Duke keeps one hand pressing me down against the desk as I squirm from the pleasure – the way he strokes me inside slowly, curling his fingers each time to hit that perfect spot, and the crude, wet noises coming from me, a testament to how much he’s turned me on in the matter of minutes.

My hips buck and roll, needing more . Needing the friction against my clit that he’s starving me of. It’s all I can think about, everything else crumbling away. I don’t care where we are, who’s outside – I just need Duke.

‘Lift your hips, sweetheart.’ Duke curls his arm around me as I bring my hips up for him.

His fingers slip between my thighs and press against my clit.

The first touch sends sparks dancing behind my eyes and pressure building between my hips.

He starts slowly circling my clit. ‘Don’t worry, I’ve got you. ’

I’m biting down on my own hand to stop the moans from escaping, my eyes rolling back. Pleasure swirls in my core, my muscles tightening as it gets heavier, but Duke doesn’t pick up his pace at all, continuing at a leisurely rhythm that feels at odds to the urgency of this situation.

And then he stops.

He pulls his fingers from me, and I turn my head to see him suck my arousal clean off them, my lips popping open.

I press up onto my arms, still bent over the desk as I watch Duke round the desk to come before me.

He brushes a hand tenderly over my hair, tucking the loose locks on one side behind my ear.

‘Why did you stop?’ I ask, wide eyes blinking at him.

A faint smirk dances on Duke’s lips. His thumb strokes my cheek, reminding me too much of the feel of his fingers against my clit mere seconds ago. ‘That was just a taste of what I’ll give you later if you’re good for the rest of your shift.’

‘So, you’re not going to fuck me?’ I ask, realising that by trying to push Duke over the edge, I only sent myself over with him.

He puts a hand either side of me on the desk, dipping his head until we’re eye level, the wildness of his dark eyes just begging me to get lost in him again.

‘Not yet. When I finally fuck you, I’m going to have you coming all over my cock until the only thing you remember is how to scream my name.

And I can’t do that with the whole town in the next room.

’ His lips capture mine just as a whimper leaves them, and he swallows the sound.

The urgency of his kiss – the hot, hard press of his lips against mine – only seals his promise.

‘Now, let’s go grab some bottles from the stock room before people wonder what we’re up to. ’