Duke

“Damn tease. You know you did,” I say faking a pout.

“I’m sorry, precious. Why don't you hop onto this counter and let me take care of part of that?” Lifting me, he sets my ass on the cold stainless-steel counter he uses to store his tools. Something about it preserving the life of the tools.

“Spread em’ baby. Show me how wet you are.” Opening my legs, I can't help but anticipate the slide of his tongue as he licks the valley that is always ready for him. My mind on what is coming. I jump when I feel his knuckle rub my clit with more pressure than needed since I am always ready. “Ah. there you go. You don’t get to go to other places when I am about to rock your world. Understand?” Fuck. Do you see why I am a walking squish fest?

“Yes. I understand,” I rasp, my throat dry and deep, lust taking over.

“Good. Now put them both on the counter. It’s buffet time.” He lifts my ass, bringing it to his mouth and everything inside of me explodes into colors of rainbows. “Fuck, baby. One lick. Really?! I love how sensitive you are. This pregnancy shit is going to be fun. Let’s see how we can use that.”

For the next hour, this man brings me to heaven, purgatory, and everywhere in between as he teases, tortures, and pulls words and sounds from me, I didn’t know was possible. When he is finally done, I am spent, and he knows it. He carries me back upstairs and lays me on the bed. My back is to his front. I am somewhere between dozing and full on sleep when I feel him slip inside of. I push back against his cock, my body always needing to feel him completely, no matter how tired I am.

“Shhh, Precious. Sleep. I just needed to be inside of my safe place. Plus, when I am ready all I have to do is roll you over.” He chuckles before kissing my neck and burying his face in it. Of all the things we do together, this by far, my favorite position. Being wrapped in his arms, safe from everything.Chapter FifteenDukeI knew I wanted Esther to be my wife for a while now, but now that I know she’s pregnant it has to be now. Last night, or maybe it was early this morning, I lost track of how many times I made love to her. Afterwards, we talked for hours. I know I was luckier than my brothers were, but the pain of losing my grandparents will be with me always. I can still feel her slight hand on my cheek as I told her about that pain. That moment sealed our fate. She’s mine in every way now, and the fact that my seed is growing in her belly doesn’t have as much to do with the equation as I thought it would. I am ecstatic, don’t get me wrong, but baby or no baby she’d be mine. Which is why I dragged my brother with me down here to check rings out at nine in the morning. I am elated that she’s going to be the mother of my children and that our family is starting now.

“Thanks for coming with me, Prince,” I say as I look at engagement rings through the glass counter at a jewelry store downtown. It’s Saturday and the store is full of shoppers.

“No problem, bro,” he says without looking up from his phone. He’s been so distracted lately and every time I bring it up, he changes the subject, which only makes me want to know more... Scanning tray after tray, I spot one shaped like bright white lips.

“Have you made a selection, sir?” a saleswoman with a French accent asks, moving in front of me.

“I have. I’d like to see this one,” I say pointing to it.

“Excellent choice, sir. This marquise cut diamond is from the Vanlandingham Estate. You remember the Vanlandingham family, don't you?” The way she says it makes me think that I should, but I don’t. The gold ring will look amazing on Esther’s skin.

“I don’t, sorry,” I shake my head, answering honestly.

“No matter. It’s said that the ring design comes directly from Louis XV. Designed in the shape of Madame de Pompadour, his favorite mistresses’, lips.”

“That’s an interesting fact. I thought it looked like lips.”

“Shall I box it up for you?” she asks. I can tell she’s looking for the fat commission that comes with an eighty-thousand-dollar ring.

“Please do,” I say, taking my wallet out of my pocket. I pull out my American Express and hand it over.

“Excellent. Be back in a jiffy,” she says flitting away.

“Did you find one?” Prince asks, his nose still stuck in his phone.

“I did. Thanks for all your help,” I say dryly.