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Dad was positively vibrating with anger. “We’re not done with this.”
A few seconds later, he slammed the door behind them.
I pulled in a breath. “That didn’t go well.”
Duke took me into his strong arms for a hug. “Give it time. It was a good start. He’d lose face if he gave in easily, but he’ll come around.”
“You think so?”
“Absolutely. He loves you so much he’s having trouble letting you go.”
I rubbed his crotch. “How about you help me shower?”
I remindedDuke we were running late, and that saved me in the shower, but I didn’t have the same luck at the bathroom counter when he came up behind me, still wet. His hard cock pressed up against my ass as his hands encircled me and fondled my breasts.
I moaned, watching in the mirror as his hands loved me. Closing my eyes, I reached behind me and stroked his length. “Only if you can be fast.” Could a woman have too many orgasms? I’d have to look that up.
“Close your eyes and stay right there.”
A moment later, I heard the tearing of the condom packet and spread my legs. I couldn’t afford to be late to work.
“Now, watch your tits in the mirror.” He positioned himself at my entrance and entered me with a strong push.
I did as I was told and watched my breasts flopping around as he thrust in and out. Tension quickly built inside me as he drove deep and hit a special spot on the way. The way my breasts swung with his movements was hypnotic as the pleasure built inside me. At this rate, I wasn’t going to last long.
“Holy shit, you feel so damned good.”
As good as it was watching my boobs, when I looked up, I caught the real show. His mesmerized look as he followed the swaying of my breasts was something else, and it amplified the feelings to know I was doing this to him. I added some side-to-side motion, and his smile increased. Yes, watching me was his catnip.
“I’m close…” He groaned as his hand found my clit.
His stroking of my little bud was like hitting the blast-off button, and I quickly came undone with a climax that convulsed around him.
After a few more savage thrusts, he locked up and unloaded inside me with a roar.
While we were making breakfast,I ventured into the danger zone. “Who is Marilyn?” I asked.
Duke paused for a few seconds, then continued dicing the onion.
“You had a nightmare.”
Chop, chop, chop.
“You seemed upset, and I want to understand. My therapist said?—”
“You’re not my therapist,” he snapped.Chop, chop.
“Sorry. I only wanted to help.”
He set down the knife and took a deep breath. “She died. Now, can you please get me the mushrooms?”
Feeling like the biggest jerk in town, I went to the fridge.Nice going, Serena. Ask about the dead girlfriend, why don’t you?
Later, we sat at the table, without another mention of Marilyn, feeding each other bites of omelet while I wished I could take back the question, which had obviously caused him pain. His phone rang. It was Lucas.
“Cobra here,” he answered. “Sure thing.” He punched the speaker button and laid the phone down. “You’re on speaker with Serena.”
“I have Winston conferenced in,” Lucas said. “We have a development in Florida.”
