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“You make me smile.”
“Glad to hear it. Did you have a good day?”
“It’s better now.”
“Can I take you to dinner?”
“Can I have a hello kiss?”
For a moment, he looked startled, but before I could retract my question, he pulled me in, covering my mouth with his warm lips. I wound my arms around his neck, enjoying his gentle caresses. He kept the kisses light, indulgent. A few soft sweeps of his tongue. But he held me close, and I felt his protectiveness. His desire, even as he held himself back.
He released me, taking my hand and kissing it. “Dinner,” he said, his breathing deep. “We need dinner.”
I nodded, feeling slightly off-kilter. “Dinner.”
“More of your delicious mouth after.” He paused. “Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely…”
He grinned.
“I’m a sucker for good manners.”
“I’ll remember that. For later.”
He opened the door, waiting until I slid in. He bent, handing me my seat belt.
“Later?” I asked.
“When I want more than a kiss. I’ll ask so politely, you can’t refuse.”
“Is that a fact?”
He pressed his mouth to mine once more. “Yes, Ms. Raven. Please, Ms. Raven. I’ll do anything, Ms. Raven,” he murmured, his voice low and rumbly. “I’ll be such a good boy, Ms. Raven. I’ll make you feel so good, Ms. Raven.”
Then he stood and winked, shutting the door. I watched him walk around the car, my breathing fast.
I had a feeling he would get exactly what he wanted if he talked that way.
CHAPTERFIVE
Damien
God, she was beautiful. Her hair was incredible, and for some reason, I was fascinated with it. It hung down past her shoulders in a swath of rich, ebony-colored silk. She had it in a long ponytail, and I had to bite back my groan when she released it, massaging her scalp with a satisfied sigh. The scent of it, of her, drifted to my side of the car, and I inhaled greedily. I liked her fragrance. It was light and airy, not cloying or overpowering. I had the constant urge to bury my face into her neck and inhale her where I knew her scent would be concentrated.
As well as somewhere else. Somewhere warm, wet, and musky.
Her voice brought me out of my lust-filled musings. I shifted in my seat to relieve the pressure of my cock pressing against my zipper.
“That feels better,” she murmured.
“Does it hurt to wear it in a ponytail?” I asked, trying to make my voice normal.
“It’s heavy, and by the end of the day, I’m glad to let it out. Not as much as when I wear it up in a bun, though. By the end of the day, my head aches sometimes.”
“It’s beautiful—your hair, I mean. Well, you are too, but your hair, yeah, ah, gorgeous.” Internally, I rolled my eyes. That was so fucking smooth.Not.
But it seemed to delight her. “Yeah?”
