by Tanya Kelly
Damon moved his hands and gripped her waist. “Play with your pussy.”
Kim immediately slipped her hand between her legs. She was so wet. Her fingers slid over the tingling bunch of nerves. Her breasts were heavy and bounced as she rode him.
“Fuck, Kim. Your pussy is milking my cock.”
She whimpered in response and began to buck and trash in his lap. Rubbing furiously at her clit, an intense orgasm tore through her, causing her legs to tighten against him.
“Damon,” she moaned. “I’m coming.”
Gripping her waist and pushing down, Damon thrust his cock deep inside her. His fingers digging into her flesh as they both climaxed.
Damon leaned his head against her back, breathing heavily. “I don’t think I’ll ever look at dessert the same again,” he muttered against her skin.
Kim laughed and eased herself off his lap. She scooped up her dress and turned around. Damon was right behind her. He put his hands around her waist and pulled her up next to his naked body. He studied her for a second before touching his lips over hers in a soft kiss.
Her heart fluttered in her chest. The kiss was gentle, yet enticing. She opened her mouth and their tongues came together. Her hands automatically went around his neck and entwined in his silky hair.
She made a sound low in her throat that sounded suspiciously like a cat purring. And it was exactly how she felt. Sated, content—no, not content, but happy having just made love to Damon and now wrapped in his arms naked with his lips on hers.
Made love? What the fuck?
Correction. After they’d just fucked. Not made love.
Kim quickly broke off the kiss and pulled out of his arms. She smiled but took a few steps back and slipped her dress over her head.
“I better get this on before you get any ideas on seconds. I’ve got to work early tomorrow and a girl needs her beauty sleep,” she said, opting for what she hoped was a teasing tone.
Damon’s face was unreadable as he slipped his own clothes back on. “Do you need help cleaning up?”
“No, thanks. It’s fine. I’ve got a dishwasher.”
“Well, then. I guess I’ll call it a night.” Damon picked up his sweater and Kim followed him to the front door with mixed feelings. An image of them entwined together, naked, in her bed flashed in her mind. Her head on his chest with his arm around her as they slept. She used to curl herself around him while sleeping and he would move his fingers in massaging circular motions on her back, sending her quickly into dreamland.
She’d loved waking in his arms, too. Did she dare? Invite him to stay the night?
“Thank you for a delicious dinner,” Damon said when they reached the door. “And dessert.”
She could count on one hand how times she’d spent the entire night with a man. She was quite good at either sneaking out or inventing excuses why she had to leave.
When she said nothing, Damon kissed her softly on the lips. “Can I see you tomorrow?”
His words finally penetrated the haze of old memories. “Sorry, I’m heading to Toronto right after work. I’ve got an early meeting with a supplier Wednesday.”
“In that case, let me take you. There are some things I need to catch up on in the office.”
“No, that’s really not necessary.”
“I insist,” Damon replied firmly. “We can have dinner and I’ll get you back when you’re ready to go.”
Kim shook her head again. “I need my own car anyway to get to and from my hotel and meeting.”
“Cancel the hotel. You’ll stay with me and I’ll get you to your meeting.”
Kim opened her mouth to argue. “Really, I’m fine. I have—”
Damon covered her mouth with his, effectively silencing her. He kissed her until her toes curled and lust heated the blood in her veins.
When he finally pulled away, he gently pinched her lips closed. “No arguing. All I want to hear from you is what time to pick you up.”
Kim couldn’t deny she was curious about where Damon lived and it would be nice to let someone else navigate Toronto traffic. “You can pick me up at the store when I close at five.”
“Good girl,” he replied, smiling. He traced his finger across her lips sending tremors through her body. “Night. Sweet dreams.”
And then he was gone and Kim wondered what the hell she’d just agreed to.
* * * *
Damon turned into the secure underground parking spot, pulling into an empty spot marked reserved “Penthouse Suite.” Kim tried not to gape in awe at the collection of luxurious cars.
“We’re here,” Damon said with a smile.
Kim got out of the car as he grabbed their bags from the trunk. He motioned for her to follow him to the elevator. As they got in, Kim noticed there was only one button which was marked penthouse. The elevator moved smoothly and quickly up the floors but nothing could prepare Kim for the opulence of his place once the doors opened.
She stepped into the foyer, her mouth hanging open as her gaze took in her surroundings. From where she stood, she could see the enormous, custom kitchen with every conceivable luxury known to man. Adjacent to the kitchen was the dining room which had a table and enough chairs to feed multiple families. Floor to ceiling windows with incredible views were everywhere, making the entire apartment seem open. It was modern, sleek, and luxurious.
“Come in, let me show you around.”
Kim followed him into the living room which while still modern was also cozy with furniture that looked comfortable and a beautiful two way fireplace that invited you to sit and curl up with a movie.
Next Damon let her back to the dining room and hit a button that opened a series of glass doors that lead out to a terrace and outdoor kitchen. As she looked around at the furniture on the terrace with plump cushions and bright colors, she sighed.
What an oasis.
“You haven’t seen the best part,” Damon took her hand and pulled her to the other side of the terrace. She gasped and came up short. The stairs let down into an exquisite infinity pool.
“It’s like an aquarium,” Damon said, pointing to the wall of the pool. It was made of glass and you could still see the city views while underwater on one side and the other faced back into the condo.
“Oh my God, that is amazing. I wish I’d brought my swimsuit,” Kim exclaimed.
“I think you’ll find it private enough at night that swimsuits are optional,” Damon replied with a mischievous wink.
Kim chuckled but her insides turned to jelly at the idea of swimming naked with Damon. He moved back inside and she followed. He stopped and scooped up their bags before continuing down the hall. Her head spun out of control when he showed her the glass and chrome wine cellar, games room, exercise room, and library. It was all so luxurious.
While she’d been used to luxury growing up in a wealthy family, this was even way over the top for her. But when she’d left home, she’d also left with the clothes on her back and her own meager savings. She’d never had anything to do with her parents’ money since that day.
They passed a couple guest bedrooms and bathrooms before Damon opened the double doors at the end of the hall. Kim drew in a breath as they walked in.
The master bedroom…where she had no doubt was the center of action for Damon.
The thought left a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. A massive two-way fireplace bathed the bed in a warm glow. It was masculine yet so very inviting. Kim smiled before running and taking a massive leap on the bed. She giggled like a kid as she sunk into the plush bedding and mattress.
Damon laughed and watched her roll around. He liked the sight of her in his bed and he had to fight the urge not to jump her in it. Dinner first, then he’d have his way with her. His dick hardened at the prospect. He couldn’t wait to see her naked body next to the gray sheets.
“Most. Comfortable. Bed. Ever!” Kim groaned. She sat up, looking deliciously disheveled from antics. Their eyes locked and the sexual energ
y between them could be cut with a knife. Kim cheeks flushed crimson and she slid off the bed.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”
“I quite enjoyed watching you,” he replied. He smoothed back a tendril of her hair that had fallen over her eye.
“Come on, I’ll show you where you can refresh up if you want while I start dinner.”
“We’re not going out for dinner?”
“I had them stock the kitchen today and figured we’d just eat here. Thought you might be tired. But we can go out if you want.”
“No, dinner here sounds perfect.”
He showed her through to the en suite and walk in closet, should she need to put anything away. “Make yourself comfortable and come join me in the kitchen when you’re done.”
She nodded, still staring with wide eyes at his walk in closet. There was a time when their roles had reversed. Damon had been the one in awe in her family’s opulent home in Willow Lake. He’d always felt like he shouldn’t touch anything or even step foot over the threshold of their home. Which had only been a handful of times.
He hadn’t exactly been a welcome guest at the Morrison home. But he’d hung out there a few times with Kim when she was certain her parents were going to be out for a while.
He left her to refresh up and went into the kitchen, finding everything he’d requested stocked, including the fresh salmon. After lighting the outdoor barbecue, he left the doors open as a soft evening breeze blew in. He selected a bottle of wine and put in his favorite blues CD before starting dinner.
He heard some water running and tried not to imagine Kim lying naked in his tub or under a hot stream of water from his shower. His dick had been hard just from the scent of her next to him for two hours in the car. Picturing her naked was not helping.
He had just finished all the food preparation and carried it outdoors when Kim joined him. She came out on the terrace wearing a long skirt that hugged her hips but slowly flared out so it flowed around her legs. She also wore a tight fitted tank top and small gold chain. Her long blonde hair was loose and blew in the wind. His gut tightened looking at her.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
She smiled, looking nervous. “Can I help with anything?”
“You can pour us a glass of wine,” Damon replied, nodding to where he’d set the wine and glasses on the table.
Kim carried him over a glass of wine just as he put the salmon and vegetables on the grill. The night was warm, the sun just starting to set. Kim leaved over the rail of the terrace, looking out at the city.
“This is amazing,” she said. “I’ve travelled many places and seen lots of beautiful views, but this is pretty great, too.”
“What was your favorite place you travelled to?”
“Oh, that’s a hard one. I have so many favorites. Bali was probably one of the most beautiful places I visited.”
She took a sip of her wine. “What about you? Have you travelled much?”
“Mostly in North America for work to resorts I’ve purchased but we’ve been expanding into some Caribbean destinations. But nothing as glamorous as Bali.”
“All work and no play?” she asked with a smile.
“Pretty much,” Damon replied. He’d never really taken a vacation. Occasionally when he was dating someone, they would take a weekend away but he’d combine it with business by checking on one of his properties.
“That doesn’t sound like much fun.”
Damon shrugged his shoulders. He hadn’t been looking for fun. He’d been looking for success, wealth, and power. “You don’t get where I am today by globetrotting and having fun. Most people can’t afford such a luxury.” His tone had come out harsher than he’d meant.
Kim smile faltered, her eyes narrowed at him. “Neither could I. I wasn’t travelling the world on my parents’ dime. I used my own very meager savings and stayed at hostels or any cheap place I could find. I’d try to find work for cash if I could and then move on. It was the most amazing experience I’ve ever had because it was real. Trust me, I wasn’t staying at five star hotels and playing tourist.”
She turned away and looked back out to the city. The food was ready and Damon turned the barbecue off, moving the food to keep warm. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. Sometimes your family and their wealth is a sore spot for me.”
“Me, too, actually,” he heard her whisper. “Money isn’t everything.”
He turned her around so he could see her face. “It’s not, but it can open doors.” The lack of wealth was what had cost him Kim all those years ago and had cost his uncle dearly as well. “Don’t you ever miss it?”
Kim shook her head. “Not one bit. You say money can open doors but the only thing it did for me was trap me. Doors opened when I left it all behind.”
“How did you feel trapped?”
Her eyes took on a faraway look. “By my parents and their expectations to follow in their footsteps. Marry Robert and having him take over the business.”
“Would that have been so bad? You once dated him for years.”
“I did and I was always fond of him. He was nice guy and treated me good. But I was never in love with him and the last thing I wanted was to turn into my parents and spend years married to someone you didn’t love and eventually someone you didn’t even like.”
Damon buried the anger threatening to come to the surface listening to her talk about marrying Robert. It opened old wounds. Remaining calm, he took her hand, rubbing the palm in circular motions. “Is that what happened to your parents?”
Kim nodded. “They would always tell me love wasn’t everything because it fades anyway. Marriage should be more like a business partnership to be successful.”
“And you don’t agree? I’ve seen people who think they are in love and things don’t work either.” Not only seen it, but lived it. He’d been in love with Kim and had thought she’d felt the same but that had went up in flames.
“I came to the realization that it’s all bullshit. Marriage isn’t for everyone. I’m not looking for a business partner husband or the love of my life. I believe in making my own happiness, having fun, and surrounding myself with close friends.”
“What about loneliness or sharing things with someone?”
Kim pulled her hand from his and looked out into the night. “Now you sound like Lacey. I’d rather be lonely then stuck in a marriage with someone I can’t stand.” She turned back toward him and smiled, which seemed a bit forced. “Or I’ll get a cat and become a cat lady.”
Damon chuckled. “I don’t see you as a cat lady.”
“Probably not. Cats freak me out. I’m more of a dog person.” She took a sip of her wine before continuing. “What about you? Don’t you want to get married? Or did you get close to the altar?”
Damon was of the same mind of Kim and didn’t see marriage as something he’d ever enter into. It wasn’t like he’d been exposed to many happy couples in his life. His mother had raised him alone since his father had skipped out as soon as he’d learned he was going to be a dad. He’d never met the man. His mom’s brother, Uncle Tom, had always tried to fill the role as best he could but it wasn’t the same.
Uncle Tom had been married once but Damon didn’t remember her, having only met her when he was young boy. She’d died of a rare cancer when he was five. Uncle Tom had never remarried and spent his life mourning her.
So marriage didn’t seem like a good choice. He’d always been distrustful of loving and giving someone that much power over you. Only to have them leave, by choice or not. Then he’d met Kim and she’d wormed her way in and he’d done exactly what he swore he wouldn’t. Let her in—loved her and started to dream of a future.
Lesson learned…the hard way.
But he couldn’t tell Kim all that. Not if his goal was to make her fall in love with him.
“No, I haven’t been close to that leap but I’d like to
one day. Just haven’t found the right person yet,” he finally replied, staring intently into her eyes.
Kim paled and swallowed. He could see the movement in her throat before she seemed to regain her composure. “Well good luck with your search. I do sincerely hope you find her.”
“What if I have?” Damon whispered, moving closer, breathing in the scent of her floral perfume.
Chapter Nine
Kim’s hand trembled, her wine visibly shaking. She quickly moved away from Damon toward the barbecue and set down her glass. “I’m starving. Are you gonna feed me sometime tonight?” she said, pretending not to have heard him.
What the hell did he mean by that? What if he’d found her already?
Her? Married to Damon? No way, no how, no…just no way.
“Yes, it’s ready. I just left it to warm while we finished our conversation,” he replied.
She put on a smile and faced him. “Then let’s eat before I fade away to nothing.”
Damon hesitated, his gray eyes watching her sharply. Kim had to fight not to look away. Finally he turned and began to set the food on their plates. “Can’t have that,” he replied. He seemed to have gotten the hint and left the previous subject alone.
Thank God.
Kim babbled through dinner about her business meeting tomorrow and asked Damon questions about Black Industries. She wanted to keep the conversation light and miles away from marriage and crap like that. Damon told her about some of his favorite resorts and communities and Kim tried to pay attention but her mind kept moving back to their conversation. She was miles away, or specifically, twenty years in the past, remembering a time when all she’d wanted was to be with Damon forever.
Even get married. She recalled picturing their wedding. An elopement, on a sandy, white beach—just the two of them.
Before he’d left her. Alone and broken-hearted.
She quickly shrugged off the melancholy and concentrated on their conversation. Somehow she made it through dinner and helped Damon clean up. Afterward, she quickly excused herself on the pretense of reviewing some numbers for tomorrow’s meeting.
