Resonance of Stars (Greenstone Security #5) - Anne Malcom Page 0,74
continued blinking at him. “It doesn’t make you think...less of me?” My voice was small, vulnerable. “Like I’m...unclean?” I hated how small I sounded, like I needed his approval.
His eyes darkened.
“Baby, I plan on fucking you dirty. So it doesn’t matter how fucking clean you are before that.”
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My entire body was numb. No, not numb, just spent. Every single muscle I had was used up, drained with the force it took to give me an orgasm like that. Three orgasms like that. The thing that I’d been absolutely certain was impossible without a vibrator.
There was no way I was going to be able to move from this spot for...the rest of my life. But that was okay, because this was the most perfect moment I’d ever had.
“Where did you learn to fuck like that?” I demanded. Or tried to demand. My voice was breathy and the words dragged out with the energy it took to speak them.
A pause. Duke’s arms tightened ever so slightly around me before he moved us so our eyes met. His were dark, hooded with lazy satisfaction.
“You really want to know where I learned to fuck like that?” he asked, teasing in his voice. It was slow, like mine though. Even the big man seemed to be spent, which made sense, since he’d exerted a lot of energy.
I smiled. That was easy to do. “Yes, I do need to know because then we’re going to open a fucking academy so you can teach the masses your skills.”
He grinned and his arms tightened around me. “I’m not teaching the masses about how I fuck my woman.”
My heart skipped with the my woman address, something he’d referred to me as before, of course, as part of the act. But never with the two of us. As much as the title should’ve pissed me off, it fit better than any of my custom gowns. Mostly because they’d always been made a size too small, forcing me to constrict myself in order to slip into them.
“Yes, we are,” I argued, swallowing my emotion. “We’ll make millions.”
The grin went wider this time. Arms tightened even further so that my ribs started to protest. It was harder to breathe with him holding me this tight, but it was easy to...exist.
“You already have millions,” he pointed out.
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, I wouldn’t keep the money we make, would I? It’s technically yours, since we’re basing a lot of the curriculum on what you’ve just demonstrated. But I get a cut since I’m going to be the main investor, and going to be building this academy.”
Duke nodded seriously. “Naturally.”
“Whatever profit comes after the investment will obviously be donated to various charities. But womankind need you to spread this talent. And I’m not going to allow you to do it the conventional way, so this is the next logical step.”
Duke’s face was blank but his eyes danced with amusement. “Of course.”
I frowned at him. “This is serious, you know. Countless men don’t know how to do what you just did. There are millions of women suffering right now, millions sneaking off to bathrooms to satisfy themselves while their husbands snore in the bed. It’s my duty to help these women.”
“Baby, it’s nothing to do with the man’s skills and everything to do with the man himself,” Duke said. “A man who doesn’t make an effort to satisfy his woman so thoroughly she has trouble forming sentences—until she gets a crazy idea about a sex academy—is not a man at all.”
My stomach dipped yet again. First with the “baby,” then the rest.
The. Fucking. Rest.
“Contrary to every porno and movie ever made, there are very few women who are unable to use their limbs after sex, or women who orgasm three times before the man has ever done so once.” I made sure to put the sex into my voice.
If the look in Duke’s eyes was anything to go by, it translated well.
“Well, baby, there are very few true men out there in the world,” he said, voice rough. “Count yourself lucky you’re in bed with one right now.”
I smiled. I couldn’t help it. “He’s humble to boot.”
He shrugged. “Confident.”
“Well, I think I’m going to have to do some more research on this academy,” I continued, trailing my finger down his bare pec. “You know, just in case.”
I’d no sooner finished my sentence than I was flipped onto my back, Duke’s lips at my neck.