Duncan Tdi Novels & Stories

Duncan really seemed to have his days—what do I care? I turned towards the stairs and made my way up. I collapsed on my bed almost immediately—i didn't get a good night sleep on the floor. I needed a hot bath and some good food—might as well say hello to Lydia. ~°~ “This current project we're on is one you won't regret investing in, Mr Davis” Duncan assured “It's a partnered deal with Tucker's Oil and Construction which stands as one of the top construction companies in New York. Your finances are in reliable hands, Sir”

Duncan said with a cheeky grin. The rest of the day Tad spent helping his mom around the house. There had been no word from Mark, but his conversation with Duncan had been like a healing salve. Playing chicken with himself, he decided to text Duncan at six to see if he was serious. As the time got closer, his mother began to notice his anxiety.

She looked at Duncan, concerned. “You let him drive it?” Duncan laughed and shook his head. “Yes, and she is still in once piece, but you may need to get some more gas.” “and new tires,” Jared chimed in as he stepped from behind the second Chevy suburban. Duncan threw his hands up as Tia shot him a dirty look and headed for her car. __________

"Mr. Duncan, bad news!" At Branden's signal, Paxton paused the meeting, and everyone turned their attention to Carlo. With Branden's permission, Carlo immediately informed them of the current situation. "Mr. Duncan, several network companies under the Duncan Corporation have been subjected to large-scale hacking attacks. They seem to have come prepared, with powerful hacking technology and an unprecedented number of hackers.

"The rental agreement didn’t say anything about living with a wild woman." I chuckled. Dera laughed and leaned forward. "Only when I drink." "I’ll remember that," Duncan replied with a grin that lingered a second too long. We laid out another hand. Cards flipped. Breath held. Duncan growled. "Fuck." He pushed himself up from his chair. He towered over us. My eyes dragged over his body as he unbuttoned his shirt. His chest was firm. His shoulders wide. A tattoo of a fighter jet curved across his forearm. He didn’t look sculpted, but he looked strong. I remembered Dera walking in on him the other night. She had seen this before.

Molly smiled and waved shyly. "This strapping gentleman is a...well I really don't know what the hell he does, but he's a good looking son of a bitch. He works for an oil company, so you know he's loaded," he said turning and winking. "This is Duncan Thomas, and if you believe the rumors, he's the one to go to for a good deep-dicking, and speaking of sex-related injuries, he'll probably be the one giving them to you if anybody will." "Ed!" Marie scolded, drawing raucous laughter from the groups and blushes from Kelly and Duncan, who shook his head and laughed good-naturedly, but could not stop from blushing.

He stands and wraps his hands around," he whispers in my ear, holding me tighter. I feel his breath on my ear as he presses his lips on the lobe. He moves his fingers softly up my thighs and I'm naked underneath. He starts to stroke his finger inside me softly. He puts another finger inside and now he's stroking me with two fingers. He thrusts the fingers faster and I'm squeaking. I don't want to moan loudly, especially with everyone around. Dax interrupts us and I swallow hard as Trent clears his throat and takes a step backwards. I'm still trying to catch a breath. Why the hell does Trent have to have this effect on me? Now I want to get laid more than ever. "He," Dax greets us. "I hope I

There is something sensual in learning about one another, whether discovering that I'm insanely ticklish on my stomach or that Duncan's warm breath behind my ears causes my entire body to erupt in goose bumps. I also learned a few important facts about him, ones that don’t appear in Buchanan and Willis’s dossier. Duncan Willis is also ticklish, but his secret spot is the soft skin behind his knees. And when he's erect, his impressive penis points upward. On his left arm, he has a small scar from a dog bite from when he was young. Lastly, in the sunlight the gold flecks in his eyes become more prominent. Together we lay in the sunshine and watched wisps of clouds float overhead. We playfully

Despite Duncan’s sad state, no one dared to look down on him. Duncan’s family owned Marlboro after all. However, the crowd was curious as to how Duncan got himself all beat up. Who would lay a finger on Duncan in all of Riverbank anyway? “How are you feeling, Mr. Techman?” Marilyn greeted Duncan with a smile and sucked up to him. “Cut the crap!” Duncan waved his hand annoyedly. “Where’s Sasha?” “She’s there.”

My heart skipped a beat as I looked closer at the picture. Sebastian Duncan, CEO of the Duncan trading corporation. Of course I know the company. Sometimes I wished I'd get a job there, and now the man in my dreams happens to be the owner of the company!! They produce everything humans would ever want. They had branches all around the world. The main branch happens to be here in Alaska. She knows it, everyone knows it. Oh god! My eyes widened automatically in shock, I stood up from the chair and hurried out of the bar, giving Cookie a quick wave.