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Again, a shrug. I saw the money in her account. Did you follow it? Tried. But -- Brenner tapped a series of keys on the console. Dinah s face appeared on the central monitor. Do a data dig for me? Yes, sir. The sir was accompanied by a wide, wide grin. Duke rolled his eyes. A significant number of credits were wired into a creditBank account on Orpheus. About a year ago -- Kara Dillon. I need you to trace it. There was a slight pause. You got it. Thanks. Brenner ended transmission. If you want to break the contract, I m all for it. Dinah must have softened his brain. Since when? Just offering an option. And what, lose our rep along with the credits? Brenner smiled. I seem to remember you attempting something similar. The only rep that suffered was yours when Dinah flattened you. Was that only a few months ago? Shit. That was different. I faked it. Brenner barked a laugh. I ll refrain from the obvious joke. Chapter Eight Kara placed the vStraps under the suit, just in case Duke walked in. Not that he would anyway. The only time she saw him was when he brought her food and at night, when he asked in that coolly polite tone if she needed him. Hiding a smirk, she was sure of it. Well, she didn t need anything, thank you. So stop thinking about him. She shoved on the goggles. The room blurred for a bit, then righted. She was on the same bed, with Duke, big, buff, gorgeously naked behind her, his chest at her back, his hands kneading her shoulders. No words, no smirks. Just gentle pressure, soft caresses with his big warm hands. This she could do. Quite nicely. Closing her eyes, Kara relaxed into him, let him smooth the tension from her muscles. When she felt his lips brush her neck she sighed, shivered a bit. With her eyes closed, she twisted, felt her lips captured by his, sweetly, tenderly. As his mouth played over hers, his fingers gently cupped her breasts, lifted them, and massaged the sensitive flesh. She arched into him, offering her breasts to his touch. His thumbs brushed gently across her nipples, causing them to peak. A breeze across her body surprised Kara enough to open her eyes, and there was Duke on his knees in front of her, looking at her sprawled body, just as the Duke behind her slid his palms over her nipples. Enjoying yourself? His voice was a purr. Lil has some kinky fantasies, she said. What the hell. She held out her arms to him. Fiona Jayde GrimJustin 2: DisArmed - 52 - He came toward her, on his knees by her side, gloriously naked. Kara let herself touch him, finally touch him without holding back for fear he d turn her away. She slid her palms along his chest, the hard ridges of his abdomen -- brushed against the hot tip of his cock. Duke pressed his lips to hers and she stroked him as Duke behind her kneaded her breasts, teased her budding nipples. She moaned into his mouth, wrapping her arms around him. Amazing how real this thing is. His kiss was drugging, the pleasure soft at first, then heating more as her lovers caressed her skin, a palm on her shoulder, a fingertip on her nipple, a quick nip on the sensitive spot under her ear. Duke pressed his lips over her cheeks, her eyes, her forehead, breaking away to nibble on her jaw, her neck, her ear. Moving lower, he reached for her breasts, palmed them, lifted them, then blew on the hard pink tips before sucking one into his mouth. Moaning softly, Kara arched toward him, needing more. He sucked harder now, his other hand plucking her free nipple, drawing it into a hardened berry. Behind her, Duke slid his hands along her belly, her thighs. Eagerly she parted her legs, let his exploring hands caress the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as Duke in front laved her other nipple with his tongue, sucked it into his mouth. She felt herself creaming, felt gentle fingers part her, dance delicately over hot, swollen flesh. Delicious. Duke in front of her fed her another kiss before scooting lower and settling himself between her legs. Let s see how this tastes. Duke behind her reclaimed her breasts. In front of her, Duke lowered his head and inhaled deeply before parting her legs further and settling wide shoulders between them. She felt a kiss at the very top where her pussy lips met, felt his thumbs part her, sucked in a breath in preparation -- and gasped at the delicate swirl of air dancing over her swelling clit. Fiona Jayde GrimJustin 2: DisArmed - 53 - Like that, sweetheart? The smile he gave her was pure male appreciation. She could only moan in return. Taking that as a yes, he repeated it, blowing lightly on her clit, causing it to swell beyond the hood of skin that hid it. Then his tongue, just the tip of it, trailed a path along the inside of her labia, stroking up on one side, down on the other. Delicious, he murmured again, and repeated the movement over and over, each thorough pass of his tongue stroking the side of her clit. Kara moaned, thrashing against his wide chest behind her, arching up from the pleasure of it. Then he closed his lips around her pulsing clit. Sucked. She screamed from the pleasure of it, so hot, so potent, that any thought of the real Duke coming in and putting an end to it was banished as she writhed from the onslaught of his mouth on her. Nips. Tiny licks. Long slow passes with a wet, gliding tongue. He drew out moans and screams as he pleasured her pussy, laved her clit, sucking it with exquisite gentleness. 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