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I was gasping and my body already felt light and fuzzy, but I still couldn’t resist messing with him. “Have any baby wipes? Or maybe a pine scented cleaner?”
Damon used his thumb to part my lips with one hand and then brought his fingertips to my mouth with the other. “Clean them.”
I bit my lip, then took his fingers in my mouth and sucked them. I could taste myself on him, and while it wasn’t exactly something I’d order at my favorite restaurant, I had to admit it was exactly the kind of dirty to make my belly throb for him.
Damon did that to me. He made me feel out of control.
He made me hungry down to my core.
He made me want his fullness—the sensation of my walls gripping him tight.
I didn’t have to wait long to get what I wanted.
Damon groaned as he watched me clean his fingers, then he pulled down his pants and positioned himself between my legs as I lay on my back.
“I want to have you bare. No condom.”
“Is that smart?” No, Chelsea. It is not. The man’s sperm is basically an Olympic caliber swimming team a few million strong. You let those puppies anywhere near you, and you’ll be pregnant.
“I’ll pull out. I need to feel you. All of you.”
“If you knock me up, I will knock you out.”
Damon flashed a half smile. “Terrifying.”
The truth was I couldn’t care. My mind was all fuzzy white light and need. It overwhelmed everything else. I wanted to feel him bare inside me, too.
He gripped my thighs and pulled me closer to him, then eased himself inside me.
I gasped, pulling him down by the neck to kiss him. Damon kissed me back. It wasn’t like the other times we’d slept together.
His kisses were soft. Tender. Loving.
We found a rhythm together, moving in silence as our lips pressed together and our tongues met. I didn’t know if it was only moments or several minutes, but when my orgasm came, it shook through my whole body. I felt myself tighten around his length inside me. Damon had been breathing heavily, and he moved to his knees, pulling himself free just before he came across my stomach.
I’d never been particularly drawn to the idea of getting covered in a man’s come, but with Damon, I liked it. I liked being marked by him. Claimed, in some way.
“Question,” I said once I caught my breath. “How do you plan to clean me up?”
Damon’s deep chuckle shook through the mattress. “No way in hell.”37DamonI’d always been someone who appreciated patterns. Routines. A rhythm.
It wasn’t long before Chelsea and I found ours.
I’d spend time at her new place—the one she funded with her first paycheck. It was a two bedroom, which gave Luna some space to actually play and both of them to breathe. I also gradually built up an assortment of toys at my own apartment to make Luna’s time fun when they came to visit.
Grant would happily take my checks and watch Luna when we wanted a date night, and between time with Luna, dates, and work, we were hardly ever apart. I still never seemed able to get enough of her, though. I took her in my office once and another time in the parking garage after hours.
I couldn’t get enough of her.
Her scent.
Her moans.
The little smile and sigh she always let out after she came on my cock or my mouth or my fingers.
At work, we brainstormed how to solve our most pressing problems.
We were seated in the conference room with a handful of my senior administrative staff. Chelsea had only been in her role as an acquisitions agent for two weeks and a member of Rose Athletic for a total of three weeks, but she had exactly the kind of mind for the work. I had to give credit to my staff for taking her seriously, too.
It would’ve been easy for them to write her off as a pretty face who only was where she was because she was sleeping with me—a fact we tried and failed to hide from my staff. Ironically, the information I’d expected to undermine their respect for me had seemed to humanize me in some ways. The usual tension and thickness of atmosphere at Rose Athletic was noticeably diminished, and I couldn’t say I minded.
“We’ll be down forty percent next quarter. Tia Klein and Trevor Castle leaving in the same week shook confidence,” Emma explained. She was one of my long-time admins—a woman in her sixties with a no bullshit attitude.
Chelsea set down the pad she’d been jotting notes on. “The problem isn’t the money from Tia and Trevor’s contracts, exactly. People’s confidence is shaken in Rose.”
Emma shrugged. “Okay. But what does that do for us? How do we use that?”
Chelsea chewed the tip of her pen. “Well, it’s a branding issue. Rose was like the elite force in athletic representation. We have the best of the best with Chris Rose, and that spoke for itself. If you wanted to be like Chris Rose, you joined Rose. But when we brought attention with Tia and Trevor, we opened ourselves up to this. Now it looks like Chris is just Damon’s brother, which undermines trust in our abilities.”
