“I thought we could eat at this restaurant I know across town. It’s small and not so well-known, but the food is excellent and it affords privacy...That's what you would prefer right? Privacy?” he asked.
He looked at her almost like the last was a challenge. She tilted her chin up and stared coolly at him. She hoped that she looked as unruffled as she wanted to portray.
“Is this business, Damon? What exactly are you doing? Why did you come to my office today?” she asked him.
His mouth tightened briefly before he relaxed and eyed her with thinly veiled amusement.
“Damn it, don't act like that. We slept together, Red. We had an amazing time together... You can't deny that. I don’t think lunch is that scandalous given that fact.” he replied.
She curled her fingers into tight fists. She wanted to close her eyes and moa
The waiter appeared with food, and she blinked because she hadn’t remembered ordering. She glanced at the half-empty wineglass and couldn’t for the life of her remember drinking so much as a sip. Damon was bad, bad for her brain. He was as bad as some wasting disease. She wouldn’t survive, either.“Damon,” she began again, and promptly shut up when it came out more as a plaintive wail than a protest.“I’ll send a car for you, Wendy. No one needs to see you getting into a vehicle with me. I don't why you are so worried about that... I'm not. I’ll have my driver pick you up from work, or if you prefer, you can drive your car to your apartment and I’ll have him pick you up there. And I’ll have him take you home in time for you to prepare for work. You don't even have to come to my house.... Not that I mind if you do”Why wasn’t she immediately shu
Finally, she settled for a brief thank you and that she’d enjoyed spending time with Martha, as well. It was true and didn’t delve into any part of her nonexistent relationship with Damon. Stealing over to the man’s hotel room after work hours certainly couldn’t be considered a relationship.Her intercom beeped, startling her from her thoughts that she almost jumped.“Wendy, I have a cleaning service willing to take over James Parker's house.”“Brave,” Wendy muttered to herself.“What was that?”“Nothing. Do you have details on when they’ll start? Can you e-mail me that and the agency name and contact info so I can forward it?” she asked.“Sure.”There was a distinct pause and then Rebecca's hesitant voice filtered through the intercom.“Sooo, are you going to give me the dirt on James Parker? Like how you know him and why you’re a
She maneuvered into her parking spot and dashed inside, ready to do battle. Debbie wasn't home. Thank God. She wasn't sure she wanted to explain this to Debbie.. At least not yet.She hadn’t missed Damon's reaction to her sexy, feminine lingerie. It was her one indulgence or what she deemed a silly indulgence since her sex life was so staid in the last few years that no one but her had a prayer of ever seeing what her underwear looked like.Hopping on one foot as she stepped out of her clothing, she went over to her drawer to find the most sinful set of lingerie she owned. She settled on pink. What was more feminine or soft looking than pink? Even growing up with boys hadn’t erased the girly from her. And since she was a redhead, wearing pink clothing wasn’t an option. But pink underwear she could do.Unsure of whether she’d return to her apartment before going to work the next day—and she did like to be prepared for any
After tonight, she had to put an end to this thing with Damon, before it got out of hand and the rumors started flying around... Or worse.... someone got hurt. And she was one Hundred percent cure that hurt someone was going to be her.Just one more night of passion with Damon, and she'd end it all. Things might not be be exactly the same between them after this, but they'd get over it. She was sure of that. It's not like they were in love with each other or something like that. Like Damon had said, they were adults, they could handle this.A few minutes later, the driver pulled up to the sumptuous hotel Damon had booked for the both of them that night, bypassed the main entrance and stopped at the second pull in where her door was immediately opened by one of the hotel staff.Maybe Damon had his own entrance. The thought amused her, but then he had so much money, it wouldn’t surprise her. She was immediately met by conc
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
"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?"