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Author’s Notes

CONSEQUENCES

Yes, Tori will face the consequences of her actions. Now, realistically, the marriage was supposed to be a fake, and Shawn may choose to ignore the fact that she slept with his brother.

Or things could go very wrong, and this book ends up in the trash.

Or I could just go down this dark road and let things get worse?

Which one would you like me to do?

Ha ha

If you don’t understand the point system at the end of the chapter, this means I broke the chapter up. This one came up to over 4K, and I wasn’t going to post all that in one fell swoop. I love your eyes.

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So, Enjoy and Happy Reading… your author, Sylvial Hubbard

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Chapter 7.2 – What His Mouth Do

He was pressed between her legs, preventing her from easily moving away from him. “This was all a lustful mistake, Duncan,” she implored. “My body clearly overrode my mind, and I probably have lost any chance of even getting with Shawn.” She sighed regretfully. “What is done is done, and what happened should be it.”

“It would be, but you came down here naked, freshly washed, and eye-balling me like you wanted some more.”

She gasped, realizing Duncan had an almost superhero-like ability to see all around him at all times. When she thought he had been focused on the plans, he had seen her watching him lustfully before he acknowledged her. “I was-“

He kissed her, and she forgot to hold his hands, to which he slipped his finger deep into her. “And you’re so fucking wet, Tori. Your body wants some more.”

Damn him! Did he have to say her name like it was being torn from his lips?

“Your brother-” She tried to form words while trying to move his hands from her, but it was like trying to remove a cement pipe.

His arm was going nowhere, as his finger was moving back and forth, using her essence to wet her labia, before plunging his finger deep inside her again. She found herself panting and gripping his jeans to hold on to try to stay sitting up.

“Which one? Kevin, who’s only had a taste of you? He convinced me to stand in for Shawn and kiss you. Or Shawn? Who your heart still has a crush on, but your body doesn’t give a fuck.” With that, he increased his movements with his finger and dipped down to take a breast to fill his mouth. “What I do know,” he said as he trailed the tip of his tongue to the other breasts. “Is that all you can think of is how I gave you your first kiss and…” He sucked her entire areola into his mouth and flicked his tongue around her nipple rapidly.

Tori was paralyzed mentally, but physically, her body was twitching, and she was groaning uncontrollably for more.

“And I’m about to show you what else my mouth can do to you, Tori,” Duncan promised.

If she wanted to respond, she was powerless, and he was right. Her body really didn’t give a fuck. She was at his will. Her hands did ply the zipper on his pants and get to his member. Spitting on her fingers, she massaged his already hardened shaft.

Duncan knelt and smirked, inhaling the sweet scent of almond oil. “Is that for me?”

She blushed and then shrilled as he plunged face-first between her legs. Dear lawd! She hadn’t expected that, but…

Duncan was so passionate and pulled at least two more orgasms from her before he stood up, dropped his pants, and plunged deep in her.

He followed her body as she lay back on the desk. “Tori, look at me,” he ordered.

She could barely focus as he made slow circle movements inside of her.

“Can you hear me?”

Her heart was pounding almost too loud in her chest, but she nodded as a tear slipped down her cheek. He was teasing her with the circular movements as his chest titillated her nipples.

“I’m fucking you raw.”

She nodded, feeling his words turning her on even more.

“And you’re going to order me to come in you or not,” he said.

If this wasn’t the ultimate twist of power, she didn’t know what was.

And his slow, deep, long strokes drove her out of the universe and back again. Tori knew this was ten times wrong, and she screamed out the glorious torture he took her to.

“Yes, Duncan!” she cried.

“Yes, what, Tori?” he asked breathlessly.

“Come… Come… please come in meeeeeeee… yes! YES! Oh, YEAH!” She held him tight, feeling his hot fluid fill her until it was running from her down the valley of her cheeks and most likely ruining her desk, but she didn’t care.

***

The annoying beep of her phone pulled Tori from her sleep. Her robe was wrapped around her, and she knew she wasn’t in her bed.

Lifting herself to a sitting position, she rubbed her eyes and tried to find where her phone was beeping from.

Adjusting her eyes to the sun beaming down in her front windows, she felt the side of her face and felt the streaks of dried tears that had poured from her eyes. At one point, she cried because Duncan had gone for round three after carrying her to the couch, pounding her from behind, and she remembered…

Tori blushed and adjusted herself, doing an internal self-check, and she had to wonder if the more sex she had, the riskier she became.

Because she had never let any man put a finger in her rear.

The amazing part was that he’d used his fingers that were drenched with her essence as he prepared to enter her from behind on the couch. When he pressed his shaft inside of her, he pushed a finger easily inside of her rear, causing a double pulsation that even reached her pelvic. She was sure she ripped the couch, and he roared.

She joined with his vocals, yipping cries of her own in rhythm to every stroke he delivered until they were spent.

The feeling of being lifted and placed somewhere securely and then being kissed passionately once again before she fell asleep was the last thing Tori remembered from her lustful night with Duncan.

And surprisingly, she wasn’t sore; she noticed as she stood up. And he had cleaned her up while she had slept.

Duncan’s afterschool care was on point!

Looking at the coffee table, Tori also realized Duncan had brought her phone from the bedroom and placed it there. The time on her screen said nine-something, which was way off her scheduled wake-up time, but after last night, she didn’t care.

There was a text message from Shawn that was sent only minutes ago, which was probably the beep that had awoken her. “Good morning. Thank you for last night. I’ll get those documents from you later today.”

She made a mental note to make a copy of her birth certificate and driver’s license for him. Replying to the message, feeling guilty about sleeping with Duncan, but knowing the brothers had spoken to each other, Tori asked, “I think we should talk about last night.”

An unfamiliar beep from her kitchen prompted her to go in there.

Had Duncan left something on?

The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. Duncan had timed her coffee maker to start for her.

What the hell? Who was this man?

With the natural light beaming into the kitchen, she saw that everything was meticulously cleaned from top to bottom, and he had reorganized all her cabinets. There was a Post-it note on her refrigerator that he must have taken from her office.

Breakfast. Please eat.  

Opening her refrigerator, Tori immediately saw a Saran-wrapped plate with a perfect omelet, accompanied by slices of oranges, blueberries, and strawberries, along with a special dipping sauce on the side. There was a Post-it note on there with instructions on how to warm up the omelette in the microwave.

Before going to eat, Tori jumped in the shower and then returned to the kitchen, feeling like a brand-new woman, but with so many thoughts from yesterday and last night.

As she warmed up her food, she was surprised to receive a call from Malea.

“How’s everything going with Shawn? I stopped by as he was getting a tour of the campus, and he mentioned that you guys went out last night. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Being chatty with her sister wasn’t part of her routine, and since Kevin had told her to keep her mouth closed until he spoke to her, Tori wasn’t sure if she wanted to talk to Malea. However, she decided to drop some information to see her sister’s reaction. “We went to a restaurant in Midtown, and I also bumped into Norman.”

“He was stalking you?”

“I suspect he was stalking the board’s CEO, but his plans probably changed when he saw me.”

“Oh dear gawd, I hope he didn’t mistake you for me.”

“No, he knew exactly who I was.”

“Norman is a mistake I will never make again.” And that’s all her sister had to say about that.

Before last night, Tori wouldn’t have given the response a second thought, but after last night, she had to be suspicious.

Malea added, “I hope he’s out of all our lives from here on out.” And then she neatly changed the subject. “Did any sparks fly from the date with Shawn?”

“Some realizations, here and there. He’s given me keys to his place. To maintain the facade and ensure we’re on time for various events. It’s weird, but I’m for it.”

“This could be a step in the right direction for your love life. No more hit and quit it. You could be walking down the aisle sooner than later.” Malea encouraged. “You should jump all in.”

Tori was almost sickened by the fact that her sister had to know about the romance between Norman and Shawn, and was giving her little sister advice to mess her up. Did Malea smile in Tori’s face but secretly still hate her? And also Tori messed up her chance to walk down any aisle with Shawn by fucking his middle brother.

Keep your pretty fucking mouth closed, she heard Kevin’s order in her head.

Another call beeped on the line, and she used that excuse to get off the phone.

“Call me later and give me all the details,” Malea said.

This further indicated that Shawn didn’t tell her sister any details, and Tori was inclined to keep them to herself.

Answering her other phone call, she was shocked to hear Mrs. Cosgrove on the other line.

“The artist market where your rugs are displayed gave me your number after a generous donation. I should have gotten it last night, and I didn’t want to bother Shawn on his first day at work. I know this is last-minute, but I’m having lunch with some executives whom I think you’d be highly encouraged to meet. All I can think about lately is you, but I know it’s because I should be grateful to you. Your art has lifted the atmosphere in my house.”

Was that a new way to say come and network? Tori wondered. “Send me the address and the time. I have to get some information to my construction manager, but I’d love to.”

“Good. I’ll have a seat ready for you at the table.”

That sounded good to her ears, and if faking a marriage with Shawn could get her that, she was damn sure to take advantage of it.

So no more sleeping with his brother, she told herself, but how was she going to get those delicious chickpea snacks from Duncan?

Entering her office, she took pictures of the areas Duncan had circled and then sent an in-depth email to Beck Hardy, recalling every word discussed the previous night about the project.

A few minutes after sending the message, Beck called her. “Who in hell’s name figured that shit out?”

She had to laugh at Beck’s confoundedness. “A friend.”

“Is that the one that had you in La La Land yesterday?”

“No, His brother,” she blurted out.

“I’m not going to probe that hot mess, but I’ll come over to the site for free to see if he’s right.”

She remembered what Duncan had asked her if he was right, and her lower insides warmly tingled uncontrollably. “Send me pictures and videos if it’s true.”

“Oh, you know damn well, and I will, and then I will demand you introduce me to this smart ass son of a bitch.”

She was used to Beck’s harsh tone and wasn’t disturbed by it. “Well, if you do find it, I’ll owe him something big.”

“Stay safe, little lady,” he encouraged.

Going to get dressed for lunch, Tori took deep breaths occasionally as her brain tried to process all she’d done and everything that had happened in an expanse of forty-eight hours.

Tori knew she would ultimately face the consequences. She might even lose Shawn forever once this was over, because how could she really have a life with a guy after sleeping with his brother?

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