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  My heart skips a beat as I manage his name. “Duncan…” The one-word response floats in the air as a waiter appears to pour water and ask about our drink selections.

  As he and Duncan discuss the wine selection, my mind floods with the truth of his words. I too have lusted after him, after the man who should grace the cover of GQ. His image was enough to help me come with the help of my vibrator as I imagined his face and body. But now he’s more. He’s layered and complicated. Sexy and sweet. Since the incident in the bathroom, I’ve been privy to the real Duncan Willis.

  When the waiter walks away, I realize how the image of Duncan from before pales in comparison to the real man, the one who laughs at my family’s inappropriate comments and asks my grandma to dance, the one who was hurt at a young age and learned to cope by filling the void physically, but never emotionally.

  “You were saying?” he asks, his emerald eyes glowing, golden flecks reflecting the flame of the candle on our table.

  “I was thinking that you seem to have rather intimate knowledge of me, considering this is our first date.” It’s my turn to lean forward. “Tell me, Mr. Willis, have you been stalking me?”

  “Yes,” he answers without hesitation.

  The way he looks at me tightens my insides, making any inhibitions that I should have regarding spending the night with him after only a first real date disappear.

  “Can I tell you that yesterday on the plane, I wasn’t sure…” I take a deep breath and lay the rose next to my place setting. “When you said you wanted to keep this… deal going.”

  “Kimbra.” Duncan reaches across the table and covers my hand. “If this is about what I told you…”

  I shake my head. “It isn’t. It’s about me.” Tears blur my vision as I go on. “You’re still the sexy, smart man I’ve admired from afar.”

  His eyebrows jump. “You’ve admired me? So I’m not the only one with wet dreams?”

  “Shut up,” I say with a grin. “But even when I tricked you into being my plus-one…” He starts to object, and I go on, speaking over him. “…or you seized the opportunity…” He nods. “…I had no idea what to expect. What I didn’t expect was to fall deeper under your spell. I mean, you put up with my family. You stood up for me when Kevin gave me a hard time. You watched out for my cousin. You completely wooed my grandma and made me see that even if I’m not Scarlett, who I am is okay. And then, when I expected you to walk away, you asked me for more.”

  “Kimbra, you’re not just okay. You are so beyond okay.” Duncan squeezes my hand.

  “I need to ask you something. Do you remember my telling you that I have an issue with cheating, how when I first invited you, told you about the bachelor party, how I asked you to please not do anything that my brother or cousins would see? Remember how happy I was when I walked into that club?”

  “Not as happy as I was to see you.”

  “Do you remember?”

  “Yes.”

  “The reason Timothy and I broke up was because after the company Christmas party, we attended another party for New Year’s Eve.” I bite the inside of my lip as I recall the scene. “There were a lot of Buchanan and Willis employees there. I lost track of Timothy. When I found him—”

  “You don’t have to tell me any more,” Duncan says.

  I go on. “As you can probably figure out, he wasn’t alone. He was with someone from Buchanan and Willis.”

  Duncan’s eyes open wide. “Who? Do I know her?”

  “I would suppose. Don’t you know all your employees?”

  “Not as well as my HR department.”

  “She works in accounting—”

  “Accounting?” Duncan’s complexion pales.

  “Yes. Today…” Before I can say any more, the waiter is back with our salads.

  Duncan lifts his wine glass. “In the future, I think I’ll enjoy being able to talk shop with you. Tonight, however, I’m supposed to woo a beautiful woman on a first date.”

  I push away my concerns over Carla and Maxwell as well as Eric’s comment about my having an axe to grind. Instead, I simply nod and lift my glass, meeting his halfway across the table. They unite with a clink.

  Throughout the multiple courses of delicious food, we talk and laugh. He tells me more about Mike and Kelli. We discuss my family and his. It’s so much more than a first date—no moments of uncomfortable silence or uncertainty of where this will lead. As we finish our meal, I gaze out the windows at the city and back at the man whose eyes are only on me and think how amazing it all is. How I’m living my dream.

  Duncan looks up from his phone. “Pierce will be outside in a few minutes.” He stands and offers me his hand. “Now, tell me, Miss Jones, did you enjoy our first date?”

  “Immensely, Mr. Willis. No emergency call from Shana.” I feel my eyes sparkle with anticipation. “Is it over?”

  “It is. I apologize for the rush…”

  My eyes open wide.

  “You see, I was told that spending the night together is inappropriate on a first date.” He shrugs. “Who knew?”

  I laugh. “I thought you liked inappropriate.”

  “I do, but I’m in this for the long haul. Therefore, Pierce is on his way to whisk us off to date number two.”

  “On the same night?”

  He nods as he leads me toward the elevator. “Next stop, Central Park.”

  “A carriage ride?”

  “If you want. As long as the rain holds off, there’s a concert tonight. I thought we could take a blanket and enjoy that for an hour or two.”

  “An hour or two?” I try to hide the wanton lust from my voice. I was the one who told Kevin that quick isn’t always better. Nevertheless, I’m ready to get this second date on and over.

  After the elevator doors close and we make our descent, Duncan whispers, “Or ten minutes. You tell me, Miss Jones, how long is long enough to qualify as date number two, because as I said, before tonight is over you’re ending up back in my apartment.”

  “Only if you promise inappropriate things.”

  I suck in a breath as he reaches for me and blatantly caresses my breast with the palm of his hand. Though his touch is separated by layers of material, my nipple beads and panties dampen. “O-oh.” We are behind another couple, yet the way their footing shifts, I’m sure they have an idea of what just occurred.

  Duncan’s grin sparkles. “I promise a lot more where that came from.”

  A lot.

  “A half hour,” I whisper as we get into the car.

  Duncan nods as he speaks to Pierce, “Drop us off near the entrance on Fifty-ninth and be back in thirty minutes.”

  “Thirty, sir?”

  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.”

  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.”

  H
e 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 antique 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 cl
it 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.