EPILOGUE
OLIVIA
“We don’t have time,”I moaned, letting my eyes slip closed as Duke crowded me against the bathroom counter. The trail of his lips down my neck left goosebumps in their wake. “We have to go.”
“The fuck we do,” he growled. “It’s our party. All those other fuckers can wait.”
“They’re our friends.”
“And you’re my priority. I don’t give a fuck about anyone but you and the girls—who I know are more than taken care of right now.” I smiled as he pressed a kiss beneath my ear. “So, let me take care ofyou. You’ve been working so hard, honey. Don’t you ache? Don’t you want to feel good?”
My head fell back against Duke’s shoulder as he reached around and slowly undid the tie holding my robe together. Cold air nipped at my skin, causing my nipples to go painfully taut as his fingers delicately caressed my breasts.
“Come on, Olivia. Don’t make me beg.”
Sliding my hand up, I cupped his cheek. “But I do so like it when you beg.”
Immediately, his body and warmth were gone. I stumbled forward, catching myself on the countertop as I looked dead ahead at the man smirking at me in the mirror.
He stepped back, choosing to lean casually against the wall. His long-sleeve shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the smattering of hair along his chest and the trail that disappeared beneath his jeans. This morning, he’d cleared away the stubble he loved so much, leaving only that slutty little mustache behind.
Duke Bennett was too goddamn handsome for words, and he was all mine. Since the moment I came back home and announced my retirement from Hartstrings six months ago, neither of us had been able to last long without the other. It’d only taken us a month to move in with one other.
We told everyone it was the most practical thing to do, seeing as Duke was sleeping on a couch in a cabin that wasn’t even big enough to fit my wardrobe. But it was really just because we couldn’t stand waking up every morning without the other person beside us.
John’s house had taken a while to clear out, but we were finally beginning to make it our own. Charlie and Harper’s rooms were the first we renovated, followed quickly by the primary bedroom. Duke and Lukas spent their weekends painting, while the girls and I did more shopping than we ever had before—much to the boys’ chagrin.
While I hadn’t been hired for the bartending gig I interviewed for when I came home, I’d been busier than ever helping Duke run the business side of things as he trained not one, but two, new employees.
Coming on board as his business partner was slightly terrifying at first. I didn’t want him to think I was going to change everything at once, or take over completely, but all my time at Hartstrings taught me a thing or two about running a business. I had the experience and the degree to back me up.
As of tonight, it was official. We signed a new partnership agreement this morning, splitting ownership and creating our own legacy from the solid one Frank’s Bar already had.
Now, all of our friends and family were waiting for us to show up, cut the cake, and drink our fill of good liquor and beer.
“You don’t play fair,” I said, turning around with a pout.
“Never said I did.”
Duke’s eyes burned a path across my body as his gaze slid down to my aching center. I was completely bare beneath the robe, and there was nothing for me to rub against for friction.
Without warning, I slipped to my knees and slowly crawled across the floor to him. There was no set dynamic between us. We loved switching things up to keep it interesting. But if there was one thing I knew the man loved… It was me on my knees for him.
The bulge in his jeans was hard to miss as I sank back onto my heels. My robe was open, revealing my heavy breasts. I waited to see what he would do or say, but Duke kept silent as I walked my fingers up his denim-clad thighs to the bronze button keeping him in place.
“Is this what you wanted?” I asked, popping it free. His nostrils flared as I slid the zipper down and tugged at the fabric until it fell into a puddle at his feet. “Maybe I should take care of you instead.”
I leaned forward, letting my nose run along the bulge in his briefs. There was a wet spot on the fabric where he was already leaking. My mouth watered at what was hidden away.
Reaching inside his boxers, I pulled him free. His cock was hard and heavy in my hand. I swiped my thumb across the pre-cum leaking from the tip and placed it in my mouth, humming as I glanced up at him beneath thick lashes.
“Maybe you should,” Duke murmured, reaching down to runhis hand along my hair. His fingers laced through the strands, tugging hard enough that I gasped. His cock was right there, pushing gently against my lips.
Like the good girl I was, I opened for him.
Duke groaned as he slid against my tongue, moving in slow, shallow thrusts as I let him use me. We’d played this game a thousand times, and it still hadn’t gotten old. “Fuck, Liv.” He looked down, mouth parting slightly as he watched. “Just like that.”
The scent of mint washed over me as he spoke in a harsh whisper that made my toes curl. “Show me what that perfect little mouth can do when it’s wrapped around my thick cock, honey. Drive me so crazy that I have no choice but to pick you up and fuck your sweet, tight cunt until I fill you up.” I whimpered at his words, shifting my weight to ease the ache at my core. “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Gonna be leaking me all fucking night. Might have to fill you up again. Sneak away to the bathroom when no one’s looking and bend you over the sink. I’d just have to lift that pretty dress up, pull your panties to the side, and slide home.”