Revenge & More

by Tanya Kelly

  “That was incredible—again,” she whispered against his chest. The she pulled away from his arms and lay next to him. They both stared at the ceiling, trying to catch their breath. Kim arched her body in a delicious feline stretch, her breasts jutting forward, and his mouth watered at the sight.

  He turned toward her and propped himself up on an elbow. “You’re incredible,” he replied, trailing his finger down the center of her chest. He dropped a kiss on her soft, kissable lips before reluctantly getting up. “Bathroom?” he asked.

  She pointed to the door at the other end of the room and Damon sauntered in. He removed the condom and cleaned himself up before returning to the bedroom. Kim was out of bed as well and had wrapped herself in a silk blue robe that matched her eyes beautifully.

  She smiled when she saw him and handed him his clothes which she’d picked up off the floor. “It’s getting late.”

  Damn it, there she went, putting up those walls again.

  “It is,” he agreed, taking his clothes.

  “I’ll meet you downstairs.” She turned and strode from the room. Damon watched her leave in exasperation. He finished dressing and joined her in the kitchen. She was putting away their barely touched dinner.

  “Did you want to take any of these with you? Lots here,” she asked.

  “No, you keep it. Lunch for yourself tomorrow.”

  “And dinner. There’s enough food here to feed me for a few days.”

  “Actually, I have other plans for dinner tomorrow. Come to the resort. I’ll spoil you,” he replied.

  He could see her hesitation as she wiped the countertops before turning around to face him. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

  “Why not?” Damon asked, leaning against the opposite counter.

  Kim tried not to stare at the way his forearms bugled, the sinewy muscles making her pulse increase.

  “Let’s be clear here. We have great chemistry but neither of us is looking for anything long-term. We’re both adults here. This was one night of amazing sex. Let’s leave it at that.”

  Which had been her plan all along. Except she hadn’t expected to want to see him again, but damn it she did. Want him…again.

  All the more reason to stay away.

  “So based on your logic, we should deny ourselves a second night of amazing sex?”

  He took a step closer, crowding in on her, muddling her thoughts.

  A second night of amazing sex. That did sound so delicious.

  “T–that’s not what I meant exactly. I just don’t want you to get any ideas.”

  “Oh, it’s too late for that,” he replied softly and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I have so many ideas floating around my head. Want to hear some?”

  His fingers now trailed down her arm, dangerously close to the swell of her breasts and Kim took in a shaky breath, her nipples hardening under her robe.

  “I like the idea of seeing you spread naked across my bed,” he continued, his eyes taking in the obvious arousal of her nipples. “Or the idea of seeing your lips wrapped around my cock again. But the idea I had for tomorrow night was to bury my face between your legs and taste your sweet pussy again until you come in my mouth.”

  Kim’s legs almost gave out at his words and a small whimper escaped her as Damon’s hands brushed the side of her breast.

  He pulled away and she was left feeling bereft, wanting nothing more than his touch on her body.

  “Too bad you don’t share my ideas.”

  So unfair.

  Kim followed him as he walked to the front door, wanting so badly to call him back and get started on those ideas right now.

  “How long are you in town for?” she asked when they reached the front door.

  “Not sure. About a week,” he replied.

  Kim bit her lip as she contemplated this information. He was only in town a short while and the chemistry between them was electric. Why indeed not spend a bit more time together exploring some of these sexual ideas. It was clear neither of them was looking for anything more. The past was so long ago. They’d had a good talk tonight and she had to let go of the resentment and anger. There was no danger of falling for him again. She wasn’t that naïve young girl anymore. She was a sophisticated, grown woman…with needs…needs Damon proved to be skilled at meeting.

  Sex. Hot, toe-curling sex. Nothing more.

  As long as she focused on the sex and nothing else. No emotions or getting to know you again crap and it would be fine.

  In fact, it could be a pretty orgasmic week or two.

  They stood by her front door and Damon stared at her expectantly.

  “Okay, tomorrow night,” she said quickly before she changed her mind. “But I have stuff to do after work so can’t do dinner. But I can come over after.”

  “I’ll take what I can get,” he replied. “Till tomorrow.”

  And then he was gone. Kim sagged against the door. She was exhausted yet also wishing for tomorrow night to come soon and continue with their activities. Just thinking about the things he suggested made her nipples tighten and a tingling between her legs.

  Shaking her head, Kim locked the door and turned off all the lights before heading upstairs to take a nice hot shower. After getting undressed, she relaxed under the stream of water, still thinking about Damon. She purposefully tried to keep things purely sexual between them by not making lots of conversation. But damn, she was curious about so much. How exactly had he become one of the richest men in the country?

  All of these questions nagged at her but she tried to push them from her mind. Instinct told her that getting to know him wasn’t a good idea. She’d fallen for him hard last time and while she knew that wouldn’t happen again, why bother getting to know him. She wasn’t planning on seeing him again after he left Beechfield.

  After her shower, Kim towel-dried her hair and slipped into the cool sheets. But as the minutes ticked by, she found herself tossing and turning, no closer to sleep as thoughts of Damon filled her mind.

  With a groan, Kim flicked on the bedside lamp and pulled her tablet out of the nightstand. She opened the Internet browser and typed Black Industries into the search engine. She clicked on the first link which brought her to what appeared to be the corporate website.

  Her eyes scanned the words and widened as she read. Apparently, Black Industries was one of the largest land developers in Canada. They owned and operated hotels, resorts, golf courses as well as permanent and vacation communities across the country.

  She clicked on the history of the company and saw Damon’s name as the founder. She scanned the list of properties the company owned.

  Jesus. Talk about rags to riches.

  She went back to her search engine and typed in Damon Black. A few links came up and she clicked on the first one which was an article featuring Damon’s successes and how he grew Black Industries from one small plot of land to the company it was today. The article mentioned that Damon Black got his start in construction working with his uncle in Willow Lake. The article also quoted that it became apparent Damon had a reputation for turning land into a goldmine.

  It went on about the company’s profits and the journalist interviewed some of his staff, all of whom spoke his praises and how wonderful the company was to work for.

  Kim was astounded and impressed by the article and everything Damon had accomplished from the man she knew. It wasn’t the fact that he was worth an exorbitant amount of money, but how hard he’d had to work to get where he was that impressed her. Having grown up quite wealthy and in a home with a rich, successful father, she was accustomed to once having the finer things in life. However, she gave that all up when she left Willow Lake and never had any regrets.

  The old age expression, money can’t buy everything, was never truer in her case.

  As she continued to cyber-stalk him, it became apparent Damon was considered a bit of playboy and had his share of beautiful woman over the past years. Articles and pictures l
inked him with various drop-dead gorgeous ladies and every article hinted at the same thing. Would the latest beauty be the one to finally capture Damon’s heart?

  Apparently not, as she clicked on a recent link, titled “Toronto’s Most Eligible Bachelors.” Still single. Which was good considering she’d just had sex. A question she normally never forgot to ask. But with Damon, all reasonable thoughts seemed to fly right out of her head.

  The article had comprised a list of the top twenty men who were attractive, successful, single, and had that it factor. She quickly scanned the list looking for Damon since the link had referenced his name.

  At the bottom of the page, coming in at the most sexy bachelor was his photo. She stared, mesmerized at the picture. It wasn’t a posed picture and it appeared to be taken while getting into his car. He was glancing absently toward whoever had taken the picture with a half smile around his beautiful mouth. He wore a black wool coat with the collar turned up and a gray scarf the same color of his eyes.

  Not only a mover and a shaker in the boardroom, ladies. Outside the office, Damon Black can either be found running, boxing, or circling the planet to play on the world’s best golf courses. While the object of much admiration, this corporate hero and founder of land-developing Black Industries which ranked No. 12 on Canadian Business’s most recent list of the Rich 100, weighing in at an estimated $756-million, still remains single. The fact that he looks like he should be a top model also hasn’t skipped our notice. It will be one lucky lady who eventually hooks this private and aloof bachelor.

  Quite a catch for most women, Kim thought as she read the piece. Except she wasn’t most women and had no intention of hooking Damon or anyone. But she couldn’t help the excitement that ran through her veins or the smug smile that crept to her lips. Damon wanted her. The man hailed as the number one bachelor in Toronto wanted her. It was a heady sensation.

  However, the smugness was quickly replaced with another emotion she didn’t care to analyze as she read the rest of the reporter’s interview.

  When we finally reached Mr. Black, AKA Mr. Tight-lipped, he was quite humble about being named Most Eligible Bachelor. Another endearing trait. While declining to be interviewed, he did finally agree to one question. What did I ask him? To describe us his dream date. “A ride on my motorcycle, a beautiful woman’s arm wrapped around me, her legs snug tight against me, followed by a picnic on the lake. Good conversation and a lot of laughs, and who knows what else,” Damon said in his deep, sexy voice, making this reporter’s knees a bit weak.

  Kim swallowed against the dryness of her throat and reread the last part again. That was exactly what they had spent a lot of the summer doing. Riding on his motorcycle and hanging by the lake. Usually trying to hide her relationship with Damon from her parents, picnics by the lake became their favorite thing. They would spread out a blanket, sometimes eat, or lay next to each other taking and laughing.

  Often times the “what else” he referred to came into play. They’d found a pretty secluded spot and were never disturbed so their afternoon picnics usually turned into afternoon trysts. She’d been young and in love back then and Damon would cradle her in his arms, blanket around them as they made love.

  It blew her away that Damon would reveal this as his dream date. But rather than mull it over, Kim pushed it from her mind. It didn’t matter. She wasn’t going to read into it. Damon probably just said that to try and sound romantic and score more women in his long list of lovers.

  She turned off her tablet and cuddled into the soft duvet, a little regretful she’d looked him up. She didn’t need to know anything about him. She only wanted one thing from him and that was sex. Not lovemaking. Just naughty, animalistic, fun sex.

  Chapter Six

  “He’s still trying to pretend the company is going strong, which I think is just pride on his part. But I’m making progress.”

  Damon held back the flash of annoyance from Mark’s report. “Pretending is his strong suit.”

  “I can see he’s interested. But trying to drive up the price,” Mark responded. “But can’t seem to show me any tangible reason it should be valued at more.”

  “We are being more than fair in our price. Paul has always been accustomed to a certain lifestyle and obviously just doesn’t want to see that change.”

  Mark was silent for a second and Damon sensed his hesitation. “Do you know him very well?”

  Mark was his right hand man and a friend. Damon didn’t have a lot of close friends. He kept people at arm’s length and valued his privacy above anything. But he knew Mark was burning with curiosity as to the reason Damon wanted to purchase this company in Willow Lake.

  All Damon had told his acquisition staff was he wanted to purchase Morrison Holdings, owned by Paul Morrison. The company owned more than half of Main Street in Willow Lake, which included several businesses and stores. They also had holdings of commercial and residential land in various parts of town, including farms.

  He knew his staff wondered what the heck he was thinking. Damon did see lots of potential in the land. The town was a quaint little village bordering on a lake. He knew he could turn this investment into a profit. However, that wasn’t the true reason he wanted to acquire Paul’s company. It was more about taking things away from him. He’d always kept on eye on Morrison Holdings and his sources told him it wasn’t long after Paul had taken over the business from his father that things started to go downhill. Paul had a tendency to spend more than he could earn and over the years had borrowed heavily. Which had now left the company heavily indebted and facing financial ruin.

  Then there was the icing on the cake from the information he’d been able to acquire, putting him in a fantastic position to crush Paul.

  “I know him well enough,” Damon finally replied. “Has he shown any recognition to my name?”

  “Not really. I haven’t actually said your name. I only explained I was representing Black Industries and we were interested in acquiring his company and land holdings.”

  Damon was pretty confident that Paul wouldn’t connect the Damon he knew years ago to the Damon Black, founder and President of Black Industries.

  “So what’s the next step?”

  “Nothing for a week or so,” Mark replied. “My sources tell me he doesn’t have the luxury of waiting much longer before the bank forecloses on some properties. A week of no contact will give him time to realize our offer is more than generous.”

  Damon glanced at his watch. It was just after eight. Kim should be here soon.

  “Thanks, Mark. I didn’t realize it was so late. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

  Kim hadn’t actually given a specific time. She’d only said after dinner. He picked up his phone and called her but there was no answer.

  She must be on her way, he thought, and closed up his laptop. He put all his papers in his briefcase and got up and stretched. After pouring himself a drink, he sat on the couch with some of the day’s newspapers he hadn’t finished that morning.

  When another half hour had gone by, he got up and paced the room, getting seriously aggravated. It was nine o’clock now. Was she even coming? Damon tried her house again but still got the machine. He hated waiting and wasn’t the most patient person. Thoughts of Kim had filled his mind all day, distracting him from his work. Not normally one to stare at the clock, he’d found himself doing just that about every hour. He tried not to think about what that meant or how much he’d been looking forward to the end of the day and seeing her again.

  With a low growl, he grabbed his coat and car keys. He’d find her again and this time, she would be sorry to have kept him waiting.

  He pulled open the door and almost strode right over Kim, her eyes wide and her hand poised to knock.

  Kim took a step back as Damon almost ran her over in his hasty exit. His hair spiked up messily like he’d been running his hands through it. His full lips were pressed into a thin line and his eyes flashed anger. His large chest heaved
as he drew in a deep breath.

  God, he was sexy but seeing him angry did things to her that she’d rather not admit.

  “Are you on your way out?” she asked when she could find her voice.

  “To find you,” he replied before grabbing her wrist and hauling her inside. He slammed the door behind them and pressed her up against the wall. “I hate being kept waiting.”

  His lips covered her in a heated, impatient kiss that sent shivers of excitement down her spine. She pressed her body against him, aching with need. She’d thought about nothing else all day. Damon bringing her to a feverish pitch with his hands and his mouth before finally transporting her to heaven with his delicious cock. Yet it also annoyed her to spend the day in constant arousal.

  Only it wasn’t just the arousal that irritated her, it was the fact that he filled her thoughts so frequently.

  That was not okay.

  She was done with dinner shortly after six but had stayed home, giving the TV remote a good work out, not really seeing anything except Damon’s face. Kim had taken her sweet time coming over. She needed to remind him and herself that she was here for one thing only. Sex…booty call, whatever you wanted to call it.

  She pulled her lips from his and gently shoved him back, then slowly lifted the hem of her sundress and seductively pulled it up over her head. She tossed it on the floor and shook out her hair.

  “I guess I shouldn’t keep you waiting any longer.”

  She could see the desire flickering in his eyes as he looked at her breasts, clad in a cherry red lace push-up bra. The bra was from their sensation line which boasted an increase in size and deep cleavage even for a smaller breasted woman such as herself. The material pushed everything in place and barely covered her nipples. His heated stare traveled lower to the junction of her thighs clad in matching bikini briefs.

  Kim did her own share of staring back. Damon wore faded, worn denim jeans that sat low on his hips and a plain, soft gray T-shirt that hugged his biceps and did amazing things to his eyes.