Duncan Tdi Novels & Stories

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.

Duncan continued. "I support you on that, Duncan. I mean, we took down Nicholas Waters. Who is Kael that we can't take down?" I demanded. "Urgh, I'm just worried you know. You can say I'm feeling nostalgic." Cisco lamented. "I know and I assure you it's fine. You don't have to worry about anything." Duncan said to him. "Fine, anyways, I'm going to take a walk around the pack. I need some air, we have been stuck here all day." Cisco said as he stood up from the chair.

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.

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”

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

Susan had logged the developmental data into the pack’s private medical server. Duncan slowly brought the paper up, his eyes scanning the neat black print. The silver in his eyes didn't fade; it became brighter, colder, and entirely mathematical. "You always were a terrible liar, Amora," Duncan whispered, his voice dangerously calm now. The panic was gone, replaced by a terrifying, absolute certainty. He turned the paper around, pressing it against the marble counter so she could see the digital timestamp and the medical diagnosis. "The fetus is exactly seven weeks and three days along," Duncan said, his words cutting through her defenses like a silver blade. He stepped forward, his massive

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