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I rubbed my head. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he muttered.

“Thanks for waking me up.”

“You know, if this was out in the open, you could’ve stayed here until you woke up. We wouldn’t have to sneak around.”

I scooted down the bed until I got to the end and then stood up. “It’s too early for this fight.”

“Not a fight, Willa. A conversation.”

The lamp came on and I winced. “Then it’s too early for a conversation.”

I walked around the bed and leaned over and kissed his lips quickly. But before I could make my escape, he grasped the back of my neck and hauled me closer. I fell into him, our mouths tangling with an illicit goodbye.

Duke released me, looking far too cocky this early in the morning. I knew what he was capable of when he was fully awake, and he had that look about him now. I needed to get back downstairs before I demanded a quickie.

It didn’t help that he dipped his hand into his boxers and began stroking himself.

“I have to get downstairs,” I whispered.

“You don’t have three minutes?”

“Three minutes? Three minutes for what?”

“For us both to get off. Touch yourself, Willa. I want to watch.”

“Duke, I—”

“You’re wasting time,” he growled. “And I’m already close. Woke up with your gorgeous ass pressed against me. You know what I wanted to do to wake you up? I wanted to slide my hand into your panties, play with you until you were nice and wet, and then I’d slip my finger all the way inside you, and then add another. And when you were slippery and hot, tender, needy,begging, I’d gently remove my fingers.”

His eyes were on me as he stroked himself harder.

With a dry swallow, I glided my hand into the boxers I wore, pressing my fingers against myself.

“You know what I’d do next?” His voice was raspy, like it was taking all of his concentration to paint a dirty picture.

I shook my head.

“I’d take off your panties and then I’d grasp your hip, holding you in place, while I thrust into you from behind. I’d rock against you until I was all the way in, until you couldn’t tell where you stopped and I began, but then I wouldn’t move. I’d throb so deep inside you that you could feel it, and you’d wriggle that hot ass against me, needing me to get you off.”

My skin was on fire as my fingers danced across my swollen flesh. Our gazes were locked on each other as I stood in front of him.

“And I’d get you off, Willa. I’d make sure you were so well satisfied that when I pulled out of you, you cried at the loss of me. You deserve to be sore between your legs. You deserve to remember what a night of hot fucking feels like when you’re living your life during the day, trying to keep it all together for everyone around you. But at night, and in the morning, I’d remind you that you had nothing to do but lay down and let me make you come.”

“Duke.” I groaned out his name.

“Yeah, babe. Say my name. Think of me fucking you from behind. Think of waking up every morning to me filling you.”

I was so close. His words were liquid fire that shot straight to my core. I imagined it was his fingers touching me, not my own.

He grunted softly, his hand working himself harder and faster, until his breath hitched and he was coming. His release triggered my own and I came.

When the tremors subsided, I slowly removed my hand from the boxers I wore and headed for the exit. With my heart racing, I made it down to the theater room without seeing anyone.

Waverly’s soft, steady breathing let me know she was still sound asleep. I climbed into bed next to my sister, Duke’s words playing over and over in my head.

Chapter5

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