Page 98 of Parting Shot

“Are you hearing me? Are you listening? They’re my staff, I trust them, and they trust me. Are you getting it?”

“Yeah, I get it.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, bending his knees and lifting slightly so my cock slid along his crease. “Duncan?”

“Yes.”

“Then enough of this bullshit,” he rasped, grinding against me. “Enough of you pulling away from me! I don’t ever want you to pull away from me.” He sounded scared and pissed and frustrated altogether.

And I felt like such an asshole. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

“I do mean it,” I said huskily.

“Then no more of you even thinking about being out of this,” he barked, toeing off his black penny loafers.

And he was right, because that was where my brain had gone.

He put a hand on my chest and pushed back. “Help me.”

Once he had his belt unbuckled and his pants unbuttoned, I grabbed the cuffs and shucked them down and off his long, muscular legs. I smiled when I saw what was underneath.

“A thong?”

“I like them. They’re not constrictive,” he teased.

“No, they’re not,” I agreed, peeling down the black microfiber underwear.

When I bent to lick the pearly drop of precum from the flared head of his cock, he choked out my name. My lips closed around the crown, and he whimpered low and sweet before I dipped my head and began slowly sucking him down my throat, inch by inch.

“In my bag,” he directed, even as he wriggled beneath me, one hand fisted in my thick hair. “There’s lube. It’s there, right there.”

I just wanted to suck him dry.

“Duncan.” He tugged urgently, trying to get me off him.

Lifting my head, letting his hot, wet cock slip from my lips, I heard his painful groan.

“Get the bag!”

Turning, I saw what he wanted, grabbed the strap, and yanked it from where it was on the floor over to him.

He tossed open the flap and shoved a small bottle at me.

“You just carry that around?”

His eyes met mine. “Never know when you’ll decide you actually want me.”

“That’s crap.”

“Prove it,” he goaded me, putting his feet on my thighs as I sat back above him. “Because all I’ve heard so far today is no.”

His bright eyes were locked on me, but they were heavy-lidded with need. Curling over him, I took brutal possession of his plump, shapely lips, grinding my mouth down over his, invading and tasting, sucking on his tongue.

He squirmed under me as he got my belt undone, trouser stays open, and briefs shoved down enough to let my cock bob free.

“Before we go into the resort,” he said, panting, “I need you.”