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I turn my gaze back to him and drag my index finger down the valley of my breasts and I watch his eyes follow it, probably remembering the same trail he made with his tongue and lips earlier tonight. Our eyes haven’t left each other for several moments and I can tell it’s taking every ounce of control for him not to stomp over here and pull me into his lap so I can grind against him.
Lap dance on the way home. Got it.
He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and then his jaw clenches before he runs his hand over his beard dragging his thumb over his bottom lip.
My cunt flutters in memory of his beard dragging across the skin between my thighs, a delicious pierce as he fucks me with his tongue.
I continue moving to the beat, grateful that we’re in our own section and no one has tried to get behind me to dance. It’s crowded enough that no one probably notices Damian and me eye fucking each other but not so much that he can’t see every inch of me. His eyes, usually stone cold, have nothing but heat in them as he drags them over me in a way that lets me know he wants me.
He desires me.
I’ve never felt this way under a man’s gaze. Even Paxton’s. Maybe because at times he treated me like a trophy he’d won. One half of the power couple that was taking Hollywood by storm, whereas Damian looks at me like…I dart my eyes to Veronica who’s grinding against Derek like she has zero plans to adhere to their no fucking agreement tonight, and I recall something she said not too long ago.
“He looks at you like you’re his reason for breathing.”
I turn back to look at Damian, but when I do, someone is right in front of me, startling me. I look up to see Jeremy smiling down at me. His hands grab my hips as I take a step back and stumble slightly. “Easy there, you good?” He looks nice in his suit, a gray Tom Ford that makes him look worthy of a GQ magazine cover.
Fitting I guess, since he was on the cover last month.
“Yes!” I nod, trying to look around him to see Damian but Jeremy is too big, his shoulders too broad and I can’t see around him without making it too obvious.
“I’m glad we both have a second. How are you doing…with everything with Paxton?” Concern finds his face, the areas next to his eyes crinkling in that familiar way they always do. His green eyes are warm and comforting and I press a hand to his chest.
“I’m fine. All good.”
“I hope you know I didn’t say anything…”
“I know, J. You’re my vault.” I wrap my arms around him in a hug. He holds me tighter and drops a kiss on my forehead before letting me go with a final squeeze and moving into the crowd. I turn my gaze back to Damian who looks at me and then towards the crowd where Jeremy disappeared and then back to me.
I shake my head as discreetly as I can because he can’t possibly be jealous.Of Jeremy?
I reach for my phone planning to text him when Veronica grabs my arm and pulls me into a hug. “Let’s go dance in the crowd,” she shouts into my ear. She smells like her signature Prada perfume and what is that—Fireball?I blanche at the smell.Oh God, she’s going to be puking by the end of the night.
I look towards the very crowded dance floor and then back at Damian who’s looking at me like he knows what Veronica suggested.
No, he mouths.
“One sec,” I tell Veronica, without looking at her. I make my way through the section, passing through other tables filled with other TV and movie stars and social media influencers with the number of followers they might as well be considered celebrities until I make my way to where Damian is standing.
I pull my hair over one shoulder and fan myself. “I can’t go dance?”
He looks towards the crowd. “Jeremy seemed a little handsy.” He’s still looking away from me and I hate that I don’t know what he’s thinking.
“Damian, look at me.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“You know why. I wear my feelings for you all over my face.”
Oh?“And what feelings are those?”
“This is not the time for this conversation. Can you answer my question?” he asks through gritted teeth.
“Are you jealous?”
“I think he has feelings for you.”
