But as much as she wanted to let him bring her to fulfillment, she wanted to take care of him first.
She shoved his shirt off his shoulders, then started to unbutton his pants. The instant she’d unzipped him, she slipped down his body and took him in her mouth.
“Red,” he gasped as she swirled her tongue around his hot shaft. She loved the size of him, the feel, the way he bucked against her tongue. It turned her on to know she was doing this to him, that he was fisting his hands in her hair and groaning because of the way she made him feel.
But before she could bring him to completion, he pushed her away.
“Inside you,” he said, lifting her.
He shoved her gown to her waist with one hand and snapped the thin strap of her thong with the other, the near-violent action more titillating than she could have imagined.
She kicked what remained of her panties free in a desperate rush to get
“That was incredible,” she said, pressing a kiss against his damp chest and smiling as his skin puckered against her lips.“You are incredible,” he said, his hands curling over her bare bottom and simply holding her close.She glided her palms up his arms to his damp shoulders, lifting her head from where she’d pillowed it on his chest to look at his face. "So are you" she said.“If I am, it is only because of you.” he said.She took a relieved breath and pressed her mouth to his, grazing his lips once, twice. They couldn't continue this. She knew that. But they had tonight, and she was going to enjoy every moment of it. “Then let’s make the best of tonight.” She replied.His big body tensed a fraction, and for a heartbeat she feared he’d refuse. What would she do then?&ldquo
He gritted his teeth, pumping into her, fingers twined now, eyes locked on each other. “Remember this,” he charged, driving into her hard, fast, pushing her into the stars that surely glittered just for her. "I want you to remember tonight"“Always,” she said, her voice no more than a breath.Then she was lost, her body trembling as her climax overcame her. He sank into her once more and let himself go, lost in the flickering carnival lights of passion with her.She kissed him again then scooted off the to the bathroom. When she returned, he was propped on one hand, watching her intently.His naked body was a gorgeous sight. Even in a relaxed state, his proportions were generous to say the least.“If you keep looking at me like that, it’s not going to stay down,” he growled.“You sure you want to go again?&rdquo
She relaxed. Things were shaping up perfectly. She’d take him to the game and introduce him to James afterward. Then she’d wow him the next morning with a kick-ass presentation. The deal was hers. In the bag. She couldn’t contemplate any other outcome.Creative Edge and others might be coming on strong, but they didn’t have James Parker, and they damn sure didn’t have her ideas. Ideas she knew were perfect for Damon and his company.This was hers.Damon reached out to wipe a smudge from the corner of her mouth. She glanced down to see his food gone and most of hers, as well. And the way he was looking at her, she had a good idea what was for dessert.“Give me two seconds to clear this away and roll the cart out into the hall and we’ll get on with option two, although I’m thinking that option three should be significantly delayed.” he said.She raised an eyebrow and her heart started tripping d
Damon could swear that James looked straight at Wendy and winked. He looked between the two and finally shook off the absurd notion.Mitch struck out the next batter and the Tide was up to bat. Wendy clutched her hands like an anxious mother. Todd Cameron, the lead off, looked up at Wendy as he headed to the plate, grinned and waved. Wendy waved and blew him a kiss.Damon stared but didn’t say anything. Things just got stranger and stranger. He was willing to put the first off as a fluke, but when the third batter came up and gave Wendy a thumbs-up, he wondered what the hell he was missing.After the batter flied out to center field, advancing the two runners on a sacrifice, Damon leaned over, intending to ask Wendy exactly what he was missing out on, but she put her hand on his arm and squeezed hard.“Just a minute. James is up!” she said excitedlyHer fingers dug into his arm like little dag
Damon was a little starstruck. It was the Tide’s catcher, Sheldon Michael. He was a veritable legend in baseball, and it was rumored this would be his last year before he retired.“Wendy! You should have just come on in. James got held up by an interview, but he wanted you to come on back.” he said.Wendy walked over and gave the catcher a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Good game, Sheldon. You’re looking as awesome as ever.” She saidThe big man actually blushed. He glanced up at Damon, and Damon was convinced the guy scowled at him.“Oh, Sheldon, this is Damon Paige. Damon, this is Sheldon Michael, the Tide’s star catcher.” Wendy said.“Yes, I’m well aware,” Damon said. “Great game. I’ve watched you a lot of years.”“You Damon Paige who makes
“I will try,” she said as she leaned up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “Sorry about the last weekend. Something came up. And to be honest, I wasn't really sure about seeing dad”Damon realized that he was what came up when he’d finessed Wendy away for the weekend. While he was sorry she’d missed what was evidently an important family gathering, he couldn’t summon any regret for the way their weekend in the island had come together."You don't have to be worried about anything. Trust me" Cole replied. "Dad wants to see you. He misses you. You should pick his calls and go see him. Give him a chance"Wendy nodded. "I will... As soon as I have the time" she replied.“It was nice meeting you both,” Damon said sincerely.The other men nodded and shook his hand again before departing the room.“In
Seconds after Trevor's abrupt departure, Damon entered behind Rebecca. Wendy crossed the room and extended a hand to Damon. Instead of shaking it as she’d intended, he slid his fingers over her palm and held it far too long for her liking. She snatched it away and turned to introduce him down the row.Her presentation went off without a hitch. Each part of her team executed their part flawlessly, and through it all, Evan sat back with a very satisfied expression on his face.By the time she was done, she was as convinced as everyone else that Damon would sign with Standard Gate. He’d be a fool not to.The lights went back up after her last video clip.“This concludes our presentation,” she said to Damon. “I hope we’ve convinced you of our commitment to you and your company.”He took his time responding. For a moment he studied her, his hands in a V in front of him. Then he simply nodded then said,&
He always knew exactly what to say to melt any resistance on her part. He was a seducer with words.For some reason she expected his kiss to be gentle, sweet. Damon was neither.He simply took her mouth with no hesitation—as if it was his, as if she was his, as if that devastating possession was his right. Like he didn't need to ask. Like all those times they'd spent together was enough to claim her as his own.It was like a bomb detonated inside of her, exploding through her limbs, white-hot fire and spiraling need combusting again and again and again, leaving her weak. Wanting. Her breasts ached. Her nipples hardened. Her core melted. And still he kissed her, taking her mouth with an easy command that made her tremble against him.He kissed her with a carnal demand, a sheer, arrogant certainty, that shook Wendy almost as much as the feel of his mouth on hers.Hot. Commanding. The incomparabl
"Oh, Damon" Wendy said, her eyes filled with tears. "I love you too. I never stopped. I always will"Damon smiled and wiped a tear that had fallen with his finger. "Don't cry, honey" he said, "You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that. And it makes what I'm going to say next so much easier"Wendy laughed and wiped her cheek with her palm. "Oh.... There's more?" she asked.He nodded. "Hell yeah" he replied, then his hand moved to stomach and he cupped it. "You remember when I found out about the baby and I asked you to move in with me?" he asked."Yes" she replied softly."At first I didn't like that you said no, it pissed me off in fact, but I realized that it was a crappy thing to say. We are having a baby, Red. You, me and that tiny human growing inside of you. And we love each other, so if we are going to do this, I want us to do it right, so...... "
“You are so beautiful,” Damon drawled, then gave a small cough. “Red, i have missed you so damn much, so much that I stayed up at night thinking about you. It was never just about sex for me".Wendy smiled up at him, tracing lines on his chest with the tip of her finger. "I have missed you too. I'm so sorry that I hurt you, Damon. I didn't mean to push you away like that. I cared but I was just so worried about what people thought so much, that I didn't know I was torturing myself, and hurting you too, but now.... With the baby, I don't care so much anymore. My priorities has changed all of a sudden"He laughed—and it sounded so good. To see him relaxed, smiling, was like glimpsing somehow a different man, and all she knew was that she wanted more of this. He ran his hand over her warm, naked body and she squirmed with pleasure, couldn’t believe she was lying naked in his arms in the middle of the day and feeling only beautiful.
“Don’t hold onto those thoughts, Red, just let them go.” And she tried, really tried to just relax as his hand cupped her bottom and lifted her enough to slip off the shorts and knickers in one. But the movement erased what had been achieved, embarrassment flooding in as her flesh was exposed, her knees lifting instinctively and her hand moving down in a futile attempt to cover herself. Wanting to hide her body from his gaze. It had been a while since they'd been this way together.“Don’t fight,” he ordered, but he was soothing her with his words. “Don’t think about that anything else, just think about this.” His hand hovered over her stomach until she caught her breath.She wanted the contact again and he was very gently tracing tiny endless circles around the little hill of her abdomen as his lips dusted her cheeks. Oh, how much she'd missed him. He was kissing away the salty tears that were spilling from her eyes with his other hand around
The sun blocked out as he hovered over her, her eyes still closed as she blissfully attuned to the feel of his lips lightly on hers until it wasn’t enough. He was waiting for her bidding, she instinctively knew that. She could smell the bitter orange and bergamot undertones of his cologne, his breath mingling with hers, and after seconds that seemed to drag for ever she gave him her consent with her mouth, pressed her own lips into his. The greeting was acknowledged by the reward of his cool tongue parting her lips, slipping inside, and that delicious taste of him, the intimate feel of his mouth inside hers, his tongue languorously capturing hers, playing a slow teasing game, long strokes that made her want more, countered by a tiny feather-light stroke on the tip of her tongue and then a gentle sucking as he dragged her deeper into him. And it was the most erotic of kisses yet the most frustrating, because still nowhere else did he touch her. Only their mouths were touching only the
She turned abruptly away, terrified he’d read the naked lust in her eyes. She took a long drink from her water bottle then, blowing her fringe skywards and trying to keep her voice normal, determined not to make a fool of herself again, to be absolutely sure she wasn’t misreading things, she said, “You should try meditating if you want to be relaxed.”“It wouldn’t work,” Damon dismissed.“It won’t if that’s your attitude...” She could feel the atmosphere sizzling between them, knew that if she said what was on her mind then she’d be crossing a line, playing the most dangerous of dangerous games. “Try it,” she breathed, her eyes daring him to join her. “Why don’t you lie back and try it now?”“Now?” Damon checked, a dangerous warning glint in his eyes, which she heeded, but it only excited her more.“Now,” Wendy affirmed. “Just lie back.”“Then what?” Damon's impatient voice demanded instruction as,
Absolutely the last person she was expecting to see at this hour as she thought she wouldn't be back from work so early. He was dressed in his inevitable dark suit, but there was a slightly more relaxed stance to him. He held a brown paper bag in one hand and he didn’t look in his usual rush—his usually perfectly knotted tie was loosened, the top button of his shirt undone. But his dark eyes were shielded with sunglasses making his closed expression even more unreadable if that were possible.“You’ve done a lot of work. I can see.” he said.“It’s getting there.” She nodded. “And if I keep going at full speed, I could still be done with this by early next week.”He didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to. Just a tiny questioning lift of his eyebrow from behind his dark glasses was enough for Wendy.“I am allowed to take a break,” Wendy retorted.“I didn’t say anything!” he said, but she could see
His mouth brushed her cheek, sweeping along her cheekbone till she could feel his breath warm on the shell of her ear then moving back, back to her waiting lips, slowly, deliberately until only a whisper separated them, till his mouth was so close to hers that she was giddy with expectation, filled with want —deep, burning want, a want that suffused her, a want she had never, even in their most intimate moments, experienced, and he hadn’t even kissed her. Her breath was coming in short, unyielding gasps, his chest so close to hers that if she breathed any deeper their bodies would touch.It was the pregnancy, she thought. Everything seemed to be heightened.She was torn between want and dread, her body longing to arch towards his, her nipples stretching like buds to the sun, his hand still on the wall behind her head, and all she wanted was his touch.As if in answer, his mouth found hers, the weight of his body pushing her do
Damon smiled. "Well, if it makes you feel better, your plan worked out fine"Wendy smiled back and withdrew her hand slowly from his, missing the feeling instantly, "I should go now" she said, trying to unlock her car. "Did you bring your car""Yes, but I will follow you home"Wendy grinned at got into her car, and she could see him through the mirror as she drove home. "---------------“Home!” she said, when they were at her place and both got out of their cars.He didn't leave then, but followed her up.“Should you be climbing the stairs everyday? Now that you are... You know.”She laughed."I'm not paralyzed Damon" she said, "Besides, it's good exercise"They were at her front door now. “I know what I said before, but thank you for coming, Damon. It’s been, er...pleasant. I mean... Having
"You really have to ask? Damon, for the past weeks all we have done is fight. We simply can't stand each other. We can't agree about a single thing, and now you think all that is just going to magically go away because we are having a baby together? Even you have to admit that that's ridiculous ""I honestly don't think it is. I think we can work through things and find a way to make it work""Well I don't" Wendy replied, rolling her eyes, "And you can't just come in here and expect me turn my life around just because you said so. Have you ever considered the fact that I might have my own plan? No you don't. You think that all of your idea is gold and I'm just supposed to agree with whatever you say"Damon didn't want to fight or argue with her, especially not in this room, so he took a deep breath. "Fine. I'm sorry I didn't ask you first. I just wanted to be helpful not piss you off" he said. "What are your plans?"