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“Just a second, baby. I’ll get rid of whoever it is, just want to be sure it’s not the doctor with something he forgot.”
Damon stands and makes his way to the phone, and I hear a low murmuring conversation, then he is back next to me holding out the handset.
“Who is it?”
“It’s a woman from the agency. Felicia, she’s Andre’s Executive Assistant. She wants to talk to you.”
My stomach sinks as I take the phone, sure I’m going to be summoned at once to Paris, or told the deal is off. “Hello?”
“Hi, Doralee. I just wanted you to know we are all so sorry for your illness. Andre and Michael tell you to take whatever time you need to get well. They are in no rush for you to come to Paris, not until you are feeling one hundred percent.”
“Wow.” Relief floods through me. “Okay, thank you.”
The woman prattles on a bit more, then tells me to get well and we sign off.
“You good?” Damon shoves the phone into his back pocket and comes to sit back next to me on the cushioned bench overlooking the dark ocean.
“Yeah. I feel good. Still a little sleepy though.”
“To be expected, baby.”
“Hey.” I turn, looking into the bedroom, my thoughts going to Blubs and Glubs. “Where’s my phone?”
“It’s in your purse but there’s very limited service here. This one is a satellite phone, you’re welcome to use it if you need to make a call…”
“No, it’s okay. As long as you’re sure my father and Melany know what’s going on?”
“They do. They are fine. Like I said, the agency is taking care of that.”
“Will you lay down with me? I hate my nightmares, I don’t want to wake up in a strange place alone…”
“You’re never waking up alone again, Songbird. Not as long as I’m breathing.”
Excitement tingles through me as his hands come to mine, and he leads us inside to the bed.
He pulls back the covers and sits me down, his eyes flickering with lust as desire swirls through me. My pussy is wet already, because I know that look. It’s the same look he had before he dove between my legs and gave me five orgasms in about ten minutes on the plane.
I want him. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want him right now. And with my head clear for what feels like the first time in my life, I’m truly able to enjoy the moment.
“I can’t sleep in this bulky robe…” I bite my bottom lip, reaching down to untie the belt, letting the soft white fabric fall open.
“Doralee.” He grits out. “Are you sure? Because, I don’t know…if I start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop. My cock wants inside that cherry of yours so bad, it’s nearly driving me to the brink of insanity.”
I swallow, looking down and seeing the thick length of his hard-on pressing on the fabric of his jeans.
“I’m sure.” I let the robe fall from my shoulders, standing in front of him naked, watching as green fire ignites in his eyes.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you are trying to tempt me…”
“Then, I guess you know better. And, what’s the saying? When you know better, you do better. So, what is it you are going to do?” Heat covers my cheeks as Damon’s hands come to my shoulders, then drift down to cup my tits, hands so enormous they cover nearly my entire chest area and I’m sure my heart is about to beat through his palm.
“You are a sassy, tempting little thing, Doralee Hinson.” His eyes narrow and he gives me a half smile before tugging me against him and grinding his hardness into my hip. “I do know better. And you’re about to find out what it means for me to do better.”
Chapter Nine
Damon
ALL THE DAYS OF PENT up need pulse inside me like a living being as the object of my obsession stands naked, offering all of herself to me, and the beast inside me readies himself to pounce, to lay claim to what is mine.
Need aches inside me, my cock hardening down my leg, my balls heavy with what I’ve saved for her.
I reach down and slide my fingers between her legs as she lets out a little moan and I stare down at the face of an angel. I feel the sticky wetness on my fingers as they glide through her folds.
My dick drips cum, wet and hot against the inside of my jeans.
I look down at her slight body; her nipples hard, her lips parted, her sleek hair hanging in two wide, dark rivers that run down her shoulders. The dim light of the room dances and shines in those black waves as she rocks her head back and forth in time with the motion of my hand.
