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I shrug and then run a hand over my jaw. I really need to shave. Trenton shaved. Maybe that’s what’s wrong.
“Why do you look like you’re trying to solve nuclear fusion?”
“Is that a thing?” I ask, and Damon smiles widely at me.
“Fuck if I know.”
The two of us huff a laugh as we get in the Uber, and then I turn my gaze forward, not wanting to have this conversation with a driver in the car. He’s not privy to my sexual awakening. No one is, but me.
And Damon, the one responsible for it.
God, I need a drink. I should have had more than one before I left. Should have taken up that woman’s offer to buy me a few.
Then maybe I’d get out of my head. When we finally arrive at my place, Damon gets out and my eyes immediately lock on to the globes of his ass again.
“Thanks,” I tell the driver, closing the door and watching him speed off.
“Want to come over?” Damon asks. “I need to check on the mutts. Who knows what they destroyed while I was away.”
I nod but then debate it. I probably shouldn’t go home with him, but I did make him leave early. It would be rude of me not to. So I follow him across the front yards and listen as the dogs howl and bark while Damon unlocks the front door.
We’re greeted with wet noses and slobbering jowls.What a way to set the mood, I think when I look down and see that Wonton has a dildo between his teeth.
“For fuck’s sake, Wonton. That is just bad manners,” Damon says as he tries to wrench the silicone thing from the dog’s mouth. But Wonton is having none of it. He thinks he’s playing and yanks his head back, his legs doing a small tippy-tap dance that makes Damon laugh.
“God, I hate dogs,” he says and then tries to lunge for it. “This was a very expensive dildo, I’ll have you know.”
Wonton doesn’t seem to care and only makes the other dogs all riled up. By the time we make it to his room with the door shut, Damon has a battered dildo in his hands.
“I can’t believe I had to bribe them with treats. That’s extortion.”
I run a nervous hand through my hair because while Damon is focused on his shredded dildo, I’m focused on him. On the smooth lines of his body, the way his legs look in those jeans.
The way those glossy pouty lips are basically begging me forsomething.
Fuck, I want to do something.
Damon sighs and tosses the dildo into his trash can.
“Oh well. I have plenty. Not like I feel like using them lately anyway.” He sounds sad.
My eyes snap to his, my mind finally focusing on what he’s saying.
“What do you mean?” I want him to tell me why he sounds so damn sad. I don’t want him to be upset.
“I mean, I need to do some more collaborations, but honestly, I’m not in the mood for any of it. I don’t even feel like fucking the toys right now. That sounds terrible, right?”
I don’t know. I guess it should. I can’t imagine having to fuck and not wanting to. My mind goes straight to the dildo and sliding it in and out of his body. He seemed into it then. Is that what changed?
Is he feeling this too?
Well, hell. Maybe he wouldn’t want to fuck me. Maybe he wouldn’t even want to kiss me. I just don’t know. I’ll never know unless I try. I need to know if he’s feeling this electric charge between us too.
My mind screams at me as I shift on my feet, feeling so fucking nervous. Everything is heightened. I can even hear the dogs panting right outside the door.
“Why are you breathing like that?” Damon asks me, and I snap, moving toward him like a man on a mission. Iamon a mission. A mission to plunder his lips. My hands cup his face and I don’t waste any time, just tilt my mouth over his and let our lips rest against each other.
Damon is stunned, not moving an inch from the place where his feet are planted on the ground. I don’t even think he’s breathing. My eyes squint open, and I see that his are closed.
