I chuckled. “Oh stop. But I will take the champagne.”
He gave me a quick kiss and climbed in bed. “Cheers!”
“Cheers. To a much brighter future after a dynamite tour!”
“I am grateful for your puppetry, darling,” Duncan said.
I sipped champagne and rolled my eyes.
“I mean it. Between that and the whole documentary, it sounded dreadful, but it was good. It was nothing if not a confidence builder.”
“As if you needed confidence, Duncan!”
He scoffed. “I did!”
“You were convinced you could just bat your eyelashes and managed to get in my panties,” I said.
“Didn’t I?”
“You must believe in revisionist history, Duncan!”
He laughed. “I didn’t, okay? I’ll admit it. I was a real wanker and, yet, you gave me a chance.”
“You’re also so sweet, Duncan,” I said. “I have to love all of you, but sometimes I don’t like your acting out.”
“I am learning not to—as much. I still hate dreadful stuffy occasions. That will never change. But, as everyone witnessed, I enjoy them much more with you.”
I shook my head.
“It’s true. And I did lack confidence. I never believed I could carry an entire tour without anything horrid happening. Or look sufficiently diplomatic. You somehow managed to make that work for me. You should be commended.”
“And John. John did a lot of this.”
“I don’t want to see John naked, so there is no need to give out compliments in droves.”
I rolled my eyes. “You saw me naked this morning.”
“For a bloody second. That was all. And I know you’re still… not one hundred percent, so I am not going to push the issue.”
“I feel awful for that, Duncan.”
He kissed me slowly. “I will wait. Or I could go down on you? Would that be safe?”
“You and offering to go down on me! Do you ever tire of it?”
He sat his champagne aside and shook his head. “No. I don’t believe I do.”
Duncan returned, running his hand down my nightgown. He lifted it, now flirting with the side of my panties. “Please. I’m begging now.”
“If you don’t mind seeing the awful scar they left me with.”
“No,” he said. “I don’t mind.”
“Fine.” I nudged him, holding my champagne, as if indifferent.
Of course, I wasn’t. Duncan was about to make me cum hard—for the first time in weeks. It would feel delicious and I would melt. I wanted it now. I felt bad that I still wasn’t up to much more, but if he were tooffer, shouldn’t I just accept his kindness.
He worked his way down my body, staring as he pulled my panties off and tossed them away.
