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  He's probably thinking that's crazy.

  Duncan's gaze catches mine. I nod.

  "Thirty," Duncan repeats.

  "There's a chance of rain," I offer.

  "Yes, ma'am."

  "Oh," Duncan whispers. "I like you wet."

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Kimbra

  Duncan reaches for my hand as the heavens open. We really should have paid more attention to the weather reports. Our shoes slide on the asphalt path as the crowd of concertgoers races toward the exits.

  Allowing some to pass, we pause under a footbridge. Duncan wraps me in the wet blanket, covering my shoulders.

  "That just came out of nowhere," he says with a grin.

  I shake my head and wipe the moisture from my cheeks. "I think we should have paid more attention to the weather. Shana told me there was a storm. Eric said it was moving up the coast."

  Duncan shrugs as he fans his suit jacket and droplets sprinkle the wet ground. Beyond our strip of covering, the rain is falling in large, unforgiving drops, creating curtains of water. It's at least a five-minute walk to the entrance where Pierce is waiting, probably more as the paths are filled with scurrying people, bicycles, and strollers.

  I peer up through my dampened lashes and begin to laugh. "Well, you said you like me wet."

  He laughs along with me and wraps me in an embrace. "This isn't what I had in mind, but I'm glad to know I can make you wet on a second date."

  "No, Mr. Willis, you accomplished that on our first date."

  "Oh?"

  "For the record, that desk thing isn't happening, but when you mentioned it..."

  He leans closer to my ear. "So mere words?" The deep, rich timbre rattles like thunder.

  I simply nod.

  Duncan wraps the blanket tighter around me, pulling it up over my hair. "Come on, we're continuing this date at my place."

  At that moment, the night sky fills with lightning and the ground rumbles with rolling thunder.

  He takes my hand and we run.

  I remember him saying he runs for exercise and I do too, but not in heels and not on slippery footpaths dodging other people, pets, and bikes. Finally, we arrive beyond the entrance and as if by magic inspiration, Pierce jumps from the car to open our door. "We've got it!" Duncan yells as he waves Pierce back to the safety of the automobile.

  My body covers in goose bumps and teeth chatter as we're met with the cool air conditioning. Outside the windows, the rain falls harder and faster, beating the roof like a drum.

  Duncan lowers the blanket from my head and with his thumb wipes my cheeks. I snuggle close as we both laugh.

  "A second date we won't forget," Duncan says as Pierce makes his way through the slow-moving traffic.

  Still soaked to the skin, we rush through the door of Duncan's apartment. His gorgeous view of the city is obstructed with clouds as the storm rumbles and sheets of rain ping against the windows.

  Taking my hand, he leads me toward his bedroom. "Miss Jones, we need to get you out of those wet clothes."

  The warm, humid air filling the bathroom from the large shower is like heaven against my cooled skin as even my bra and panties are soaked from the rain. When I turn, my breath gasps as I take in a fully naked Duncan Willis. Cool rain drips from his dark hair, as contrasting heat simmers in his gaze.

  My nipples bead from the disparity. "Is this still our second date?"

  "That depends," he answers, reaching for my hand. "Would more manhandling be inappropriate on the second date?"

  "I would think of it more as the gentlemanly thing to do, you know, saving the damsel in distress and all."

  "Oh..." His large hands roam over my skin as we step under the multiple sprays of hot water. "...I hate to disappoint you, but being a gentleman was not on my agenda."

  His voice is deep and silky, washing through me like waves. Unlike the rain, it warms me, melting me from the inside.

  “I meant what I said.” The green of his eyes deepens as he moves me backward.

  “W-what did you say?” With each word we step farther back until I’m sandwiched between his hard chest and the cool tile. I swallow as he lifts my chin.

  "More. I want more. I want you to have more."

  "More?"

  “How many times did I make you come last weekend?”

  The slowness of his words and intimacy of his question tick my heartbeat into acceleration. “I-I don’t…a lot,” I admit.

  “Last night, this morning?” he asks, his large hand pulling my waist against his hips.

  “Duncan?”

  “The answer is never enough.”

  His nose nuzzles my hair as his erection probes my stomach. The tips of his fingers skim my arms, beginning at my wrists and moving upward until he grazes my breasts.

  I inhale as his touch moves upward to my collarbone and on to the sensitive spot on my neck. Each contact is erotic and filled with electricity, zapping my breath and igniting my skin. Cold is no longer a thought as the temperature between us simmers near boiling.

  “All evening long, throughout our first and second date," he says, "I've wanted more. I’ve touched you and…” His thumb grazes back and forth over my lips, urging them to open. “And kissed these sensual lips.”

  Willingly, I suck his thumb into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. I clench my thighs as my core painfully tightens and moisture floods my pussy.

  Duncan’s eyes flutter closed as he deeply inhales. “Fuck, Kimbra, I love having you here with me.”

  His erection pushes harder against my stomach. He peppers my neck with kisses, the scruff of his cheeks abrading my skin.

  All at once, Duncan falls to his knees. “Tell me, Kimbra, are you wet?”

  I look down at the way the shower's spray is reddening his back.

  His lips quirk to a sexy smirk as his grip of my ankles widens my stance. "And, beautiful, I'm not talking about from the rain or the shower."

  “Yes.” My answer is breathy as he begins to persuade my legs to part.

  “Do you want to come?” he asks, his warm breath skimming my core.

  “Yes,” I pant, my head falling back to the wall and eyes closing.

  He inhales. “You’re not wet. You’re fucking soaked and, damn, you smell so sweet.” His lips linger as he kisses my core.

  “Spread your legs more for me, Kimbra.”

  I’m lost to this man, to the timbre of his voice and ministrations of his hands, as I do as he commands. Once he has me where he wants me, his tender kisses probe deeper, becoming harsh and demanding. And then he latches onto my clit, sucking and nipping. Like a hit of cocaine, his assault sends a series of jolts through my system.

  I scream out, my grip flailing against the slippery tile as I struggle to remain standing.

  With his lips, tongue, and teeth, he's sending shockwaves—no, a 7.5 destructive earthquake throughout my body. It's so much, too much. I try to pull and wiggle away, but his grip upon my hips is as unrelenting as his mouth. Finally, I reach for his hair, weaving my fingers through the dark strands, searching for an anchor against the wild tidal waves of pleasure. Flares and fireworks ignite behind my closed lids. I call out curses between whimpers as my world explodes and everything else washes away in a tsunami of release.

  “I love the way you taste,” he hums.

  I release his head as he moves away.

  “Look at me.”

  I take a deep breath, opening my eyes and peering down. Though he’s still on his knees, his intense stare demands my attention.

  “That’s it, beautiful. Watch me. Watch me enjoy eating this perfect pussy.”

  “Duncan…I…already.”

  He licks his lips. “You came and it was exquisite. Now I’m going to wind you up again.”

  Fuck. I’m not sure if I can do that again.

  Before I get the chance to protest, his face is once again at my core. My whole body quakes as he does as he said, winding me, like the key on the back of an a
ntique toy. Tighter and tighter. I watch as his dark hair bobs in sync with his tongue. I reach back to the wall, but the slick surface does little to keep me standing as my knees grow weak. “Please,” I beg, needing more of his ecstasy than his mouth is giving.

  All at once, Duncan stands and flips me toward the tile. He lifts my hands to eye level, splaying my fingers. “Hold on. Don’t let go.”

  I do as he says, my fingernails clawing for traction.

  His deep voice continues. “Keep your eyes open, Kimbra. Look at yourself. Look how fucking gorgeous you are.”

  Look at myself?

  And then I see our reflection in the large mirror beyond the glass door. It's an erotic film playing before me, the soundtrack is an assortment of moans and whimpers with the beat of the shower's spray keeping time.

  “See that? Can you see how red your neck is?” he asks, nuzzling my sensitive skin. “That’s my mark. Look down at your thighs.”

  I do. They too are pink. Not only that, they glisten.

  “I left my mark there too, on your pretty pink pussy and the inside of your thighs. I wish you could see how shiny your pussy is. It's fucking amazing.”

  His erection teases my folds, its length rubbing from my clit to my backside as he pulls my ass toward him. “I want to leave my mark inside you too. Do you want that?” His deep voice reverberates from my ears to my soul. “Can I fuck you?”

  “Yes.”

  I lift my face until our eyes meet in the reflection.

  “Look at your eyes,” he says. “I could spend every damn day seeing that lust, that need. Your eyes are fucking screaming at me.”

  The entire time he’s talking, his cock is teasing, caressing…I whimper and shift, needing more.

  He palms one breast and then both, twirling his wet fingers around my nipples. “When we fuck, I want you to watch, watch your gorgeous tits bounce as I find heaven in your pussy.” Again he teases, the girth of his hard shaft sliding over my folds. “I don’t want to use a condom with you ever again. Are you okay with that, feeling my cock inside your tight pussy?”

  I push backward. “Do it. I want you.”

  Instead of his cock, his fingers find my entrance, curving to just the right angle and plunging until I'm moving with him. My hands cling to the tile as my toes bounce to his rhythm. The shower stall fills with my pleas as he strums me like an instrument, tuning me for his private concert.

  And then, finally, one of his large hands splays over my stomach as the tip of his cock presses against my entrance.

  “Look at me.”

  Our eyes meet again in the reflection.

  “You’re mine.”

  “Yes.”

  His warm breath is on my neck. “And if you’ll have me, I’m all yours.”

  Tears form as I nod.

  “Kimberly Ann, hold on.”

  “Oh!” My fingers grip as all at once he fills me, one hard thrust…deep inside. My essence coats his way as my pussy contracts, fighting this conquest and creating the most amazing stretch.

  “D-Duncan…” His name is barely audible as I pant and gasp.

  “Keep watching.”

  My DD breasts are doing what Duncan promised, bouncing with each penetration, my nipples dark, hard, and tight.

  I keep my fingers splayed as he pulls back on my stomach while at the same time pounding me forward. It’s hard and fast, aggression and love, predatory and possessive. My walls clench as he continues the sexy assault.

  “Fuck,” he calls out as he pulls my body tighter toward him, moving me in sync with each thrust. In and out he pounds, our bodies uniting as I teeter on the balls of my feet and my knees grow weak.

  Tighter and tighter, my core constricts as his speed increases.

  I’ve never had sex standing or in a shower.

  I've never watched as I was taken, completely incinerated, and made whole.

  It’s hot and dirty, and I’m loving every minute.

  Duncan’s breathing quickens as he continues to wind me higher.

  Words escape my lips, curses and sounds. I recognize the echo of my own voice, but I can’t make out what I’m saying until my entire being erupts. Like free falling, I float as Duncan’s curses replace mine, his vigorous thrusts increasing in speed as he continues to move within me.

  Totally spent, my body relaxes in his grip until all at once, I’m taken by surprise. Out of nowhere another orgasm erupts, stronger than the others. My fingers blanch as my nails claw at the tile.

  "O-oh!"

  It’s as if a fuse that had been forgotten unexpectedly ignited. My body is nothing more than an intricate circuit of explosions, detonating every nerve. I fight for air, for stability, for a simple understanding of up from down. My entire being is ablaze with the most satisfying fire when all at once, Duncan roars. A deep rumble echoes through the bath as he delivers one last thrust.

  Our deep connection severs as he collapses over my back, his hand reaching out to the wall while his other arm holds me safely upright against his chest.

  Slowly my eyes open and look down. I stare at our feet, his larger ones on either side of mine. My gaze moves back to our reflection. And then our eyes meet.

  I don't want to see him through the door. I want more.

  Within his arms, I turn to face him. Through veiled eyes I scan his wide thighs, still impressive erection, then up his toned abs until our eyes meet for real.

  My smile grows as his does too.

  “Just so you know, Mr. Willis, I've never done that before on a second date.”

  Duncan kisses me gently, a contrast to the way we’ve just made love. “I believe we’ve begun our third.”

  “Whew,” I say, “my reputation is still intact.”

  “Your reputation is safe with me.”

  “I don’t know? You have quite the reputation yourself.”

  He smiles his cocky grin. “Have I lived up to it?”

  “Exceedingly, Mr. Willis.”

  He kisses my nose again. “I meant what I said, Kimbra. I don’t care about the rumors you’ve heard. And you don't need to worry about me cheating. I never have. I won’t. I've wanted you for a long time. Now that I have you, I won’t let you go.”

  “I’m yours,” I say, repeating what he’d said.

  “And I’m yours.” He quirks his grin. “If you'll put up with me.”

  I glance from his sexy face down to his now-tamed, but no less impressive cock. “That’s a mighty big order, but I think I can handle it.”

  “Oh, beautiful, you can handle it anytime you want.”

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Duncan

  Leaning back in the chair, I shake my head, slowly trying to digest Mike's words while staring at the employee file laid out before us. The picture churns my stomach. I didn't know her name. Now I do.

  Wrongful termination?

  "She hired an attorney?" I ask, ensuring I heard my best friend correctly.

  "Yes. The paperwork came today."

  "New York is an at-will state. I'm sure that Eric had reason for her termination." I look over the notes, the claims of sexual advances by various employees, the last being made by a Maxwell Knight. "This seems pretty cut and dried. Why would an attorney take this on?"

  Mike takes off his glasses, massages his temples, and leans over the conference table. So far, we are discussing this strictly amongst ourselves. We want to get a grip on the situation before bringing in other voices. The churning in my stomach bubbles like a cauldron knowing that one of the voices that will be brought in on this case is Kimbra's.

  It's been over a month and a half since I was her plus-one at Scarlett's wedding. Over a month since Shana moved to London. It may seem like I'm moving quickly, but I've spent most of that time presenting my case for why Kimbra should officially move in with me. She's at my place or I'm at hers almost every night.

  It isn't like we can't afford it, but maintaining two residences is unnecessary.

  "Duncan, there's mor
e. Carla Toney is claiming that the two of you had a relationship. She's claiming that HR acted in a retaliatory manner." He hands me another paper. "She's specifically named Kimbra, citing the relationship the two of you have as grounds for her accusations."

  Anger fills my chest. "That is ridiculous."

  "You never?" He narrows his gaze. "This is me. Tell me the truth."

  Slapping my hand on the table, I spin out of the chair as I stand. "I didn't even know her fucking name."

  "And that's going to help us? The attorney is asking for surveillance tapes from our security department."

  I begin a small trek as I pace behind my chair. "It wasn't..." It's my turn to massage my temples. "She offered. I didn't turn her down—"

  "Of course you—"

  "I didn't turn her down," I interrupt. "But nothing happened. She's the one in the bathroom."

  Mike's eyes grow wide. "The one that Kimbra heard?"

  I nod dejectedly as I collapse back in the chair.

  Twice in the last six weeks, Kimbra and I have gotten together with Mike and Kelli. The last time was at Mike and Kel's house. They all love Kimbra, even the kids. And they couldn't be happier that I've finally allowed someone into my life, someone to get close. It's new and exciting in a way I never imagined. I love introducing her to those people who are close to me. Having her with me in my world is as rewarding as being in hers.

  But now the look of disappointment on Mike's face is like a punch to my already-twisted gut.

  "I don't want to include her in this," I say.

  "She's already included. She's been named by Ms. Toney's attorney."

  "What do they want? What are they asking for?"

  "Not her job back. They're asking for damages, claiming that her termination is in retaliation for her involvement with you." Mike squints as he scans the pages. "...and there's something about a previous relationship with a Mr. Cole."

  "Whose previous relationship?"

  Mike twists uncomfortably in his seat as he puts his glasses back on and looks closer at the pages. "Damn, Duncan. This isn't my place."

  "What are you talking about?"

  "It says that Ms. Toney and Mr. Cole's relationship interfered with Kimbra and Mr. Cole's recent association. And then, fast-forward to when Kimbra found out about you and Ms. Toney, she pursued the termination of Ms. Toney. Ms. Toney claims that other similar allegations have gone uninvestigated, but because of Kimbra's vengeful grudge, the unsubstantiated case involving Mr. Maxwell was pushed and resulted in her wrongful termination."