Duncan - The Deal (The Cocky Smiling O Series #1) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Jade Sinner
personality."
I fight the urge to lower my eyes. Pretend. This is just pretend. That will be my new mantra, an ongoing chorus for this weekend. "No, she's perfect. She's sweet and successful. She's great at everything she's ever done and is marrying her high school sweetheart. His name is Kurt."
"Let me guess," Duncan says, "they're waiting until their wedding night and she wants a hundred babies."
I shrug. "Yes, the bouquet at the wedding won't be the only flower picked Saturday night. And as for babies, I think it's more like four, but I'm pretty sure she's had them named since they started dating. You know, doodling their names in the margin of her high school notebook?"
I keep talking, telling him about Helen, my crazy grandmother, how she loves to play games, especially cards and how she's ruthless. "She doesn't like to lose."
"I like her," he says.
"The older she gets, the more direct she is. So don't be surprised if she asks you a million questions."
As we pull into the private airstrip, Duncan traces the edge of my neckline. "I think I need to ask some more questions."
His touch has me distracted. "Oh, OK."
"This is very important, so be honest."
"Yes?"
"Since you've been dating a CEO for the last five months, and since he has access to private planes, has he, Miss Jones, made you a member of the mile-high club?"
I grin. "No, Mr. Willis, you see, my boyfriend is kinda a jerk. Five months and he's never once taken me on one of his planes."
The car stops and he reaches for my hand. "I'd tell you to break up with that dick, but there's still time to rectify that issue. I hear the club is still accepting new members."
I shrug. "You asked if my current boyfriend has made me a member, not if I am a member."
Duncan's steps slow. His green eyes blaze as he asks, "And?"
I crack a smile that I feel all the way to my eyes. "And...I'm not a member."
Once we're seated in big leather chairs, our seatbelts secured, Duncan reaches into the breast pocket of his coat and removes a small silk rose.
"What is this for?"
"I may not get to pick all the flowers, but one by one I'm going to have a bouquet. Mile-high is the first one."
"Pretend," I mumble just before his lips crash with mine and his fingers splay over my thigh.
I drop the flower as he moves his hand higher. "Kimbra, no promises, but for this weekend, I'll be the best boyfriend you've ever had. I'm ready to see if my imagination has been even close when it comes to what's under your skirt."
"Pretend." The word is barely audible.
"My cock isn't pretending."
S he's fucking perfect . The small whimper as I surprised her with a kiss in the elevator. The way her tits move with her exaggerated breaths.
Once we're in the air, I tell the attendant to leave us alone and zero my gaze in on Kimbra. She's sitting back, looking out the window, rolling the small silk rose between her fingertips.
I unbuckle my seatbelt and then lean toward her and unbuckle hers. When her blue eyes open wide, I lay it on the line. I've never been a man who pussyfooted around when it came to sex. I've known what I wanted and I've taken it. Never forcibly, but it was never denied me. Yet with Kimbra I don't want this weekend to ruin our work relationship. Fuck! For the first time I can remember, I want both.
I tower above her, my hands on the arm rests, our faces close. Looking down at the flower, I say, "For the rest of this weekend, no more saying pretend ."
She swallows.
"Think of it as a fantasy."
"A fantasy?"
" My fantasy. One I've thought about, one that has turned me from hard to steel as I beat-off in my bed or shower."
Kimbra gasps.
"Maybe it's only been me. Maybe you've never thought about my dick inside of you."
Again, her chest heaves as redness blotches from the scooped neck of her blouse up her neck. Her tongue darts to her lip.
"Tell me, Kimbra, is fucking your tight, warm pussy only my fantasy?"
"D-Duncan..."
I trail a touch from the sensitive skin behind her
I fight the urge to lower my eyes. Pretend. This is just pretend. That will be my new mantra, an ongoing chorus for this weekend. "No, she's perfect. She's sweet and successful. She's great at everything she's ever done and is marrying her high school sweetheart. His name is Kurt."
"Let me guess," Duncan says, "they're waiting until their wedding night and she wants a hundred babies."
I shrug. "Yes, the bouquet at the wedding won't be the only flower picked Saturday night. And as for babies, I think it's more like four, but I'm pretty sure she's had them named since they started dating. You know, doodling their names in the margin of her high school notebook?"
I keep talking, telling him about Helen, my crazy grandmother, how she loves to play games, especially cards and how she's ruthless. "She doesn't like to lose."
"I like her," he says.
"The older she gets, the more direct she is. So don't be surprised if she asks you a million questions."
As we pull into the private airstrip, Duncan traces the edge of my neckline. "I think I need to ask some more questions."
His touch has me distracted. "Oh, OK."
"This is very important, so be honest."
"Yes?"
"Since you've been dating a CEO for the last five months, and since he has access to private planes, has he, Miss Jones, made you a member of the mile-high club?"
I grin. "No, Mr. Willis, you see, my boyfriend is kinda a jerk. Five months and he's never once taken me on one of his planes."
The car stops and he reaches for my hand. "I'd tell you to break up with that dick, but there's still time to rectify that issue. I hear the club is still accepting new members."
I shrug. "You asked if my current boyfriend has made me a member, not if I am a member."
Duncan's steps slow. His green eyes blaze as he asks, "And?"
I crack a smile that I feel all the way to my eyes. "And...I'm not a member."
Once we're seated in big leather chairs, our seatbelts secured, Duncan reaches into the breast pocket of his coat and removes a small silk rose.
"What is this for?"
"I may not get to pick all the flowers, but one by one I'm going to have a bouquet. Mile-high is the first one."
"Pretend," I mumble just before his lips crash with mine and his fingers splay over my thigh.
I drop the flower as he moves his hand higher. "Kimbra, no promises, but for this weekend, I'll be the best boyfriend you've ever had. I'm ready to see if my imagination has been even close when it comes to what's under your skirt."
"Pretend." The word is barely audible.
"My cock isn't pretending."
S he's fucking perfect . The small whimper as I surprised her with a kiss in the elevator. The way her tits move with her exaggerated breaths.
Once we're in the air, I tell the attendant to leave us alone and zero my gaze in on Kimbra. She's sitting back, looking out the window, rolling the small silk rose between her fingertips.
I unbuckle my seatbelt and then lean toward her and unbuckle hers. When her blue eyes open wide, I lay it on the line. I've never been a man who pussyfooted around when it came to sex. I've known what I wanted and I've taken it. Never forcibly, but it was never denied me. Yet with Kimbra I don't want this weekend to ruin our work relationship. Fuck! For the first time I can remember, I want both.
I tower above her, my hands on the arm rests, our faces close. Looking down at the flower, I say, "For the rest of this weekend, no more saying pretend ."
She swallows.
"Think of it as a fantasy."
"A fantasy?"
" My fantasy. One I've thought about, one that has turned me from hard to steel as I beat-off in my bed or shower."
Kimbra gasps.
"Maybe it's only been me. Maybe you've never thought about my dick inside of you."
Again, her chest heaves as redness blotches from the scooped neck of her blouse up her neck. Her tongue darts to her lip.
"Tell me, Kimbra, is fucking your tight, warm pussy only my fantasy?"
"D-Duncan..."
I trail a touch from the sensitive skin behind her
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