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I pause and say over my shoulder, “Actually, we’re on square zero at this moment.”
“Fine. But you realize we’re getting married in a few weeks?”
“This should be interesting,” I say and slam the door behind me.
If he wants to irritate me, I’ll give him a show. A few minutes later, he peeks inside. If I weren’t mad at him, I’d definitely laugh right now.
“I’ll run a bath.”
“I’ll come in a moment.”
“Who said you can join me?”
“You’re not serious? Are you punishing me with no sex now?”
I let him stand there with an open mouth, and I remember we planned a day without wearing clothes. Today is just as good as any other.
After my bath, I parade naked through the kitchen. Damien sits on the couch, working on his laptop. I pour myself a glass of orange juice, and he turns his head in my direction. He blinks and blinks some more, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Is this a peace offering?” I roll my eyes in my head.
“No, I just remembered we planned a day with no clothes.”
“And you start it along with the sex-free diet. Cruel.”
“Are you working?”
He stretches and pins me with a heated stare, “If you stay here, I’d say no, I’m not working. I’m dying of sexual frustration.”
“Get back to work, don’t let me disturb you.”
I’m right in front of him, sliding on the plush armchair, crossing my legs, and letting my breasts bounce with every movement, scrolling through my phone, goading him. I counted on what would happen. He bolts to me, cages me between his arms, wrapped in a body-fitted gray shirt hugging his muscled forearms, his fingers gripping the armrest.
His warm breath caresses my skin. He stares at me like I’m his dessert and makes it clear he’d eat me until the last bite.
“Not so brave anymore?” Damien chuckles, and I lift my gaze to meet his.
“You may look, but you can’t touch.”
“Is that so?”
“I have a solution. Curious?”
“Yes,” he says in that deep, rough voice that has a direct link to my desire, and I clench my legs. He dips his head until our noses touch, “I’ll respect your wish if you’re not wet.”
“And what happens if I am?” I taunt while his hot breath is on my lips, playing havoc with my senses.
“I will fuck all the bullshit out of your system.”
“How would you find out if I’m wet if you can’t touch me?”
He smiles, pretty self-assured, while I am still contemplating how this goes.
“Because I know you, and I bet the moment you open these exquisite legs of yours, there will be glistening wetness between them.”
“I can open them, but will you tell me what’s wrong with you?” Please say yes.
“No,” he answers, deflating me.
