Duncan - The Deal (The Cocky Smiling O Series #1) Read Online Free

with the slit that went all the way up your thigh. I couldn't stop thinking about how high it went, wondering if your pussy was covered or if it was available. If all I had to do was reach..."
    His fingers graze my hip and slowly bunch my skirt higher and higher.
    I can't speak.
    Holy shit! Duncan Willis is lifting my skirt.
    Not only that, he noticed me. I did wear a gold dress to the company party. I never thought he even saw me.
    His fingers stop moving, the hem of my skirt still mid-thigh. His eyes lower to my breasts. "And your tits, both in that dress and now," he adds, "are breathtaking. But that night, you were with that guy from distribution, Timothy."
    "W-we dated, but not for long." Not after I caught him with that slut from accounting. It happened right after the holiday party at a New Year's Eve get-together.
    "Don't tell me any more," Duncan says. "If you do, you or others in HR may need to justify a wrongful termination."
    "Pretend," I say again, less convincingly.
    Duncan's fingers brush the skin of my thigh, just below the hem of my skirt. "You keep telling yourself that, but I'd bet if I lifted this skirt higher, I'd find you wet and ready. I bet in no time at all I could make you whimper, not like you did in the bathroom when you were listening, but this time loud enough that Peter could hear you."
    His touch is electric and erotic. I sway toward him, before coming to my senses and taking a step back. "Pretend, Mr. Willis. One weekend."
    Duncan smiles. "Miss Jones, you're lucky that I'm not a gambling man. If I were, I'd need to verify that I'm right"—He leans down until our noses touch—"about your pussy being wet. And for the record, since we've been dating you should know that I'm rarely wrong."

T he last two days have been hell. I've hardly slept. Every time I do, I think of him. I think of me. I think of us.
    There is no us. I remind myself daily.
    Pretend.
    Thankfully, I convinced my mother that Duncan didn't need to be in the wedding. I also let her know that Timothy is out of the picture. I told her that I'd said it before and she probably didn't remember. It's an old trick my brother and I use to do. We wouldn't tell her what we were doing, but later we'd act like we had. I may be twenty-six, but old habits die hard.
    "Miss Jones?"
    I take a deep breath and turn toward Duncan Willis. "Mr. Willis."
    The clock on my computer says noon, the exact time he'd said we'd leave.
    "I believe we have a car waiting to take us to the airport."
    I nod, hoping no one else is paying attention. Although I doubt that is true. This office is full of gossip-hungry people. That doesn't matter. I still love them, well, most of them. I tell myself not to worry. If anyone notices, they'll think we're doing something business related. Maybe it's a seminar or a conference.
    Yes, right. There are so many seminars over Memorial Day weekend.
    Duncan and I haven't spoken since I left his office two days ago, and now we're stepping into an elevator, just the two of us.
    Once the doors close, Duncan turns. In one quick step, I'm backed against the wall and his hips crash into mind.
    "O-oh!" I stutter.
    Again, his lips capture mine. This time, his tongue joins the assault. Sweet and cinnamon. His kiss is warm and forceful. When the elevator stops, he backs away, leaving my lips bruised and eyes wide.
    Shit, this man can kiss.
    Without regard for those around us, he places his large hand in the small of my back and leads me through the lobby. Nodding at the doorman, we exit out onto the street and to a waiting car.
    Once we're moving, he asks, "Shouldn't I know about your family?"
    "My family? I mean we've only been together for..."
    "Five months," he says.
    "Right."
    "You have a brother?"
    "Yes. Kevin. His wife's name is Susan. My mother is Judy and my dad is Oscar."
    Duncan's eyes widen. "Oscar? Cool name."
    "It's my cousin Scarlet's wedding. We're about the same age and she's everything I'm not."
    "So she's ugly and has no