He’s glaring at me now. “You got one thing right. You definitely think too much. That theory is so asinine I’m not even going to dignify it with a reply except this one.”
He kisses me again, punishing me in the sweetest possible way. Then his big hand is inside my shorts, well technically his shorts? And I’m writhing, held in place with his left arm while he slowly pushes two fingers of his right hand inside me. He strokes them in and out, ignoring my attempts to grind against his hand. He adds a third finger, stretching my inner walls wide and causing my spine to tingle, then he brings his thumb up to my clit and presses down slowly.
“Damon!” For the first time ever I actually scream from the tsunami of sensation rolling through me. I can feel my pussy clench tight around his fingers and I collapse against his massive chest, my nose buried in his neck. He smells of warm man and citrus.
The fingers that were just deep inside me are lightly tugging on my chin until I meet his hooded eyes with mine. “Ready to rest that defense, counselor?”
I can’t take the heat in his eyes and look away, swallowing hard. “I… clearly there’s um… attraction. But it’s a heat of battle thing. Proximity, adrenaline and stuff.”
His chiseled jaw is clenching. “Sweetheart, I’ve been in battle. No amount of near-death experiences or adrenaline has ever made me want to claim someone so completely. And yes, I’ve been there in near-death situations with women and never felt the need to do that. You aren’t going to get rid of me that easily.”
Damon slides me down his body gently, keeping me close and pressed against his cock when I’m once again standing on my own two legs.
“Are you..?” I ask a little worried that he’s going to explode from the size of that thing.
His smile crinkles up the corners of his eyes again. “I’ll be fine, babe. Come on let’s eat and get some sleep.”
“We aren’t going to…?” I squeak. God, it’s like I’m a sixteen-year-old in a thirty-six-year-old body. Crap, that’s exactly Damon’s theory of sexual relativity.
“Not tonight, no. Just sleep, Kate. But I won’t say no to as much skin to skin contact as possible.”
My arms are still lightly gripping his shoulders. I can’t seem to stop touching him.
5
DAMON
I’m resigned to not getting any rest tonight and a perpetual case of blue balls for the foreseeable future. Kate is asleep, curled against me like a heat-seeking bombshell. I’ve never felt so protective and turned on in my life. She’s touchy though, about the age difference between us, her shitty job situation and I’d have to say a general lack of support in her life. She hasn’t mentioned friends or family. Has she been trying to tackle this whole situation all on her own?
Her inexperience is charming except for the part where she thinks what’s between us is ordinary— like it happens all the time when two people get together. I can tell you, it’s not. And because I know how rare it is, I’m not letting her go. I may have to play hardball to win this. I may just have to save myself for marriage. At the thought of having to wait a full week before I can fuck her properly, I sigh heavily and she snuggles even deeper into my shoulder. I tighten the arm curled around her and give her a soft kiss. She mumbles something and slips deeper into sleep.
When my alarm goes off at six Kate’s eyes pop open and she stretches her arms and legs out wide. When her limbs hit me, she squeaks and her eyes go wide.
“Morning, babe.”
“Umm.” Then she blushes.
Damn, I did something good to have her suddenly drop into my life. “Up and at ‘em, Kate. We need to get to your place and I need to be at Alpha Corps by nine. We can call Evan from there and deal with your car in between my meetings.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to add to your workload.”
“You’re not. You’re making me excited to wrap things up so we can go somewhere and fuck until neither of us can walk.”
Her eyes go wide again and she sits up. “Oh. Not really sure what to say to that.”
“‘I do’ is the usual response.”
She rolls her eyes dramatically and gets out of bed.
When she comes out of the bathroom I offer her a sweatshirt. “Want to add this for a little more warmth? I thought we’d stop for breakfast after your place. I just need to shower and dress then we can go?”
She nods. “I’ll go make some coffee for the road.” She starts to move past me towards the living area and then she pauses in front of me. Rising up on her toes she places a soft kiss on my surprised lips. “Thank you, Damon. For just being there yesterday. I do appreciate it.” She smiles and before my arms can come up to keep her there, she’s gone, leaving me harder than ever. I head into the shower to take the edge off.
It’s a long day. Kate hangs out in the lobby of Alpha Corps while I’m in meetings. In between, we deal with her insurance company and she has an informal interview with Evan who owns a law firm specializing in individual justice—basically the little guys against big corporations or the government. They take national cases that often end up at the Supreme Court so there are a lot of attorneys working behind the scenes. And remotely. When we move to Europe there won’t be a conflict. I was selfish enough to lay that out with Evan ahead of time. No way am I laying ammunition in Kate’s path to delay our future together.
When my workday ends, Kate’s starts and I take up the same barstool as last night. Tonight’s bouncer is actually a guy I know from his service days. When it’s not busy Toby and I shoot the shit while Kate looks on, occasionally rolling her eyes at the sheer volume of gossip. “You guys are like two little old ladies.”
Toby pouts and I just shoot her a look that promises retribution later. She smirks and goes back to wiping down the bar.
When she can finally lock up we walk back to my rental. “You’re place or mine, babe?”
“Damon, you really don’t have to stay with me. I need a ride, clearly but…”
“I don’t have to, no. But I want to and I’m planning to. So which is it?”
“Can we stop by my place for clothes? I only have a twin bed there so there’s not really room if you’re going to go all alpha on me.”
“I am. Sounds like a plan.”
When we’re finally back in my hotel and tucked into bed, I can feel the questioning glances she’s shooting me in the dark. “What is it, Kate?”
“Umm. I’m confused.”
“About?”
“You’re the one that insisted we stay the night together but you’re not… I mean…”
“Not doing something about this?” I pull her hips back to nestle her ass against my erection. My cock jerks in anticipation.
“Um, yeah. That.” She half-laughs, nervously fluttering her hands against my arm wrapped around her waist.
I lean my head down to nuzzle her neck. She smells of gardenias and something that’s just pure Kate. “I’ve decided we’re getting married first.”
Her hands still. “Oh, you’ve decided, have you?” she asks ominously.
“I have. And I plan to convince you of that in the morning. It wouldn’t be fair to ambush you with it tonight. You need to be well-rested.”
“For what?”
“You’ll see. You don’t work on Friday, right?”
“No. They bring in a real bartender for the weekend.” She remarks dryly.
“Good, don’t make plans. I’ll lay it all out for you in the morning. I don’t have any meetings until eleven.”
“But…”
“Go to sleep, Kate.”
6
KATE
I wake up this morning to coffee and pastries. Damon must have snuck out at the crack of dawn to find a bakery. When we’re done eating he motions for me to stay on the barstool. I’m still in my sleep shorts and t-shirt that I brought from my place and I was about to go in and change. He gives me a quick kiss and then lowers down in front of me. I’m beyond confused. Not for the first time with this man.
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Damon sits back on his haunches, balanced perfectly, his arms resting casually on his muscular thighs. He looks absolutely delicious, like a broody magazine cover come to life. There’s a wicked twinkle in his eyes but he keeps his face composed into stern lines. “I promised to lay out my plans for you, for us, last night.”
I nod, not sure what to expect.
“You strike me as the sort of woman who knows the Constitution backward and forwards. Probably memorized it in high school, am I right?”
Well, yeah. I’m mean who doesn’t? I nod, bewildered. It’s a good thing I’m sitting down because I’m starting to feel all tingly.
“Here’s my proposal, If you can recite the entire main text including the first ten amendments without stopping for more than five seconds I’ll let you call the shots on when we fuck and when we move in together. I’ll even give you the preamble without my distracting you and two outs. But mess up a third time and we’re leaving immediately after my meeting for Vegas to get married. Then I’m fucking you until you can’t even remember the year you were born.”
I can feel my breath shuddering in my chest but nothing settles my nerves better than negotiation. “What will you be doing while I’m reciting?” I ask suspiciously.
He pushes his weight forward so he’s on his knees in front of me. “I’ll be right here, trying to distract you. But you know since you aren’t sexually responsive, you’ll have no problems ignoring me. Hands and mouth only. Your clothes stay on but if I can reach your skin or your pussy I will. I won’t cheat by kissing or touching your mouth. For someone who claims she’s repressed this should be a piece of cake, counselor.” He raised one perfect eyebrow, daring me to contradict him and surrender.
I bite back a whimper of desire. He’s right, this should be easy for me. If it were any other man on his knees in front of me I wouldn’t hesitate. But this one… this man makes me fantasize about all kinds of things I never thought I wanted. He’s too dangerous to have in my life long term. I’m wound so tight he could break me into little pieces through sheer carelessness. I consider what he can reach from where he’s at in front of me. I know the Constitution really well. I think I actually have recited it in my sleep when I was stressing before taking the bar exam.
“You’ll stay on your knees and you’ll give me the Preamble without distraction,” I state emphatically.
“Affirmative.”
“Who’s going to time the gaps if I mess up?”
“Planning to lose already, counselor?”
His eyes linger on my breasts. I can feel my nipples tightening painfully under his attention.“No! Just making sure you don’t weasel out of a corner.”
“Pretty confident I don’t need any tricks for this, Kate. Here, I’ll put my cell phone on stopwatch where we can both see it. If I think you’re hesitating I’ll push the button. That actually gives you the advantage of an extra second or two.”
I consider the man in front of me. His big hands, that growing erection he’s not even trying to hide but refuses to share, for the moment anyway. His eyes are glittering with angry arousal and his hair is mussed from running his fingers through it in frustration as he tried to convince me of his argument. I’ll bet he’s breathtaking in a courtroom. I don’t believe he really wants to marry me. It’s just his out-sized sense of honor and chivalry drummed into him by umpteen generations of charismatic leaders. It doesn’t matter, a little voice whispers in my head. You won’t lose this, so the argument is moot. Plus I’m tired of talking about it. “Fine. I agree.”
He looks like the cat that ate the canary. He’s smirking. What does he know that I don’t? I scowl down into his handsome face.
“Do you want a glass of water first?”
I consider his offer. It could give me the hiccups or make me need to pee. “No, I’m good.”
He takes his phone out and puts it on the chair next to him where we can both see the display. “Okay. Whenever you’re ready.”
I flex my hands a few times, straighten my spine and do a quick mental trial. I think of one more thing. “Oh, and no talking from you.”
“Not a problem. Any time now, counselor.” He says dryly.
I take a deep breath and begin. “We the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect union…” Shit! How did I not realize this thing was full of teenage double-entendres? Because you were never an adolescent boy, my little voice says kindly.
Damon is smirking and his finger is reaching for his phone.
I get my head back in the game, resolving not to look at him. “…establish justice, insure domestic tranquility…” I’m back in my comfort zone and as I wrap up what’s probably the world’s most famous run-on sentence I steel myself for his distraction strategy that I know is going to be pure torture. “All legislative powers herein granted…”
Damon isn’t holding anything back. His warm palms wrap around my left calf muscle, softly massaging. Then he leans in and nuzzles the side of my knee with a loose, wet mouth. He’s teasing; searching for something with light suction. He finds it.
“Oh dear God!” I shout as my over-stimulated synapses freeze my body. Suddenly my clit is throbbing and my pussy clenches tight.
Damon doesn’t lift his head but reaches over a finger to tap his phone. He continues to rain soft kisses down on the inside of my knee. Then he holds up his index finger where I can see it.
When I can breathe again I reach over and turn off the timer. “The senate of the United States shall be composed of two Senators from each state…” I’m on a roll.
Until Damon moves his attention from my lower leg. He slowly edges my shirt up with his warm hands and then reaches his arms around my waist.
“Immediately after they shall be assembled…”
He slides both hands under the loose waistband of my shorts and curves his fingers under my ass.
I gulp, trying to reinforce my focus for whatever he has planned. “…they shall be divided as equally as may be into three classes.”
He thrusts his tongue in my belly button. “Ngggh” is all I can get out.
He silently laughs, the vibration traveling through his mouth to my womb. He reaches over blindly to start the timer again.
I reach my hands down to grip his hair. A large part of me doesn’t want him to stop what he’s doing. He continues to fuck my belly button with his tongue. I’m panting when he holds up two fingers over his head. I groan and have to take a second to remember where I stopped.
I’m not even halfway through and I’ve used up all my outs. There’s no call a friend option. Fuck.
DAMON
Kate is adorably stubborn. I’d be enjoying this more if I wasn’t in agony. My cock is about ready to explode and by my calculations, it’s got at least twenty-four hours to wait before we can get married and into the nearest hotel room. I never could have imagined that I’d be withholding sex to convince her I’m not going to leave her. That I won’t let her diminish the relationship we could have. Hell, the relationship we do have. Just a few more hours and we can both get what we want.
How she can think she’s not a fully sexual being is beyond me. I barely touched her leg and she’s close to cuming. I made this little bet knowing I couldn’t lose, although I’m hoping I’m teaching her something about herself that she really needs to know. Besides being mine, that is. She deserves to feel good. Fuck, she deserves to feel bliss each and every day. Just to prove my point, for this last little distraction, I’m not even going to touch her. I have to wait until she regains her composure though. She knows she’s going to lose but she’s right back in the game. That’s my girl.
“The Vice President of the United States shall be President of the Senate…”
I sit back on my heels again and take out the cuff links of my white dress shirt. Slipping them into my pants pocket I reach up and slowly start unbuttoning. I’m watching Kate’s face as I perform this scaled-down striptease and her amber eyes are going glassy. Her cheeks
are flushed and her gloriously full breasts are swollen, nipples straining, begging me to taste.
“…also a President pro tempore, in the absence of the Vice President,…” her voice trails off and then she jerks back. “The Senate shall have the sole power to try all impeachments.” She’s practically shouting trying to regain her control. She’s a bossy little thing.
I take my dress shirt off and then slowly bring the white undershirt up and over my head.
“When sitting for that purpose,…” her voice trails off to a whisper and then fades to a moan.
I can’t help grinning while my face is obscured by the soft cotton. I ease the t-shirt off and drop it on the floor, letting my face fall back into military command pose. “I think we’re done here, don’t you, Mrs. Maddox?”
She’s frowning and blushing, her eyes downcast until she stiffens her shoulders and meets my gaze. “Damon… I don’t need rescuing. I can take care of myself.”
“Who said anything about rescuing? Kate, do you have any idea how rare you are? A woman who’s gorgeous, smart, and makes me feel like this?” I take her hand and hold it against the base of my throat where I know my pulse is jumping. “Do you really think I can just walk away? Can you?”
Her brow is furrowed, her fingers lightly curled around my neck. “Noooo…. I’m not sure. I’m not clear on why we need to get married first.”
“Because you’re too smart to run out of arguments not to for the next ten years. I already know I don’t want to wait ten years. It will be nearly impossible for me to take you to Europe as my girlfriend and I won the bet.”
“That’s a lot of reasons.” She says softly. “How old are you anyway?”
That again. Not loading her ammunition for her. “You’ll find out when you sign the marriage license.”
7
KATE
I’m in shock. There’s no other word for it. My eyes are riveted on the slim gold band decorating my ring finger as we ride silently up in the crowded elevator. My husband, my take no prisoners, twenty-eight-year-old husband, is sternly magnificent in his dress uniform. The crowd of little old ladies, in Vegas for a reunion, keep making eyes at him in the elevator. I can see his lips twitch every now and then but he keeps his focus straight ahead despite the one with the pink hair avidly fanning her cheeks hard enough to generate a breeze.
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