Damien smiled at the look of shock on Theresa's face."Don't do this to me," she said, looking at him over her glasses, one handabout the heart. - I thought you were sleeping.“And I was.He reached out and took her arm, because it was hard to look at her and not touch her. Yourmurmur had woken him up, but that woman was so beautiful that he couldn't stayupset about it. She messed with him too much. Smart, sassy, sexy, sensual – but alsowith a certain simplicity, like blushing with embarrassment for nothing and whispering to herself, whatmade it even more attractive.And it was so much fun to play with Theresa.“It's been hard to sleep through all this stuff about bureaucracy and justice of the peace and white ribbon.What the fuck is a justice of the peace anyway?Her face filled with embarrassment and she took off her glasses."Was I talking to myself again?" Sorry. A justice of the peace is the person who officiates amarriage."You academics know all the great expressions," h
I struggled with the button on Damien's pants. It wasn't like I was crazy with curiosityto know what a man's package would be like, but he had made me too excited, andeverything I saw and everything I touched suggested that his equipment must indeed beAmazing.His erection was so large that it stretched the fabric taut, and it was a struggle to force the button.metal through rough denim, and then another struggle to get that zipper down. But I persevered, and thedarn it slid down.The swollen head of his cock popped out of the top of his black briefs, damp with precum.An image of masculine vigor, the pure sensuality that made my body shudder.of will.Vaguely, I noticed him pushing his jeans down his legs, his boxer briefshugging the balls and tops of his muscular thighs, but all of a sudden, that was all gone.too, and I took a deep breath as my gaze fell across that rigid lengthpointing at me.I was right when I imagined it to be spectacular. In comparison, Jeffrey and my ot
Looking at Damien, I had a feeling this wasn't true. couldn't be mehere, in a luxury hotel on Waikiki Beach, with a man who had been voted one often sexiest singles in australia.A man who deserved that title. His body was incredible, hard and masculine, golden with hair.Sun. On that body, the dragon and sea eagle tattoos didn't look over the top or tacky,and they gave him an interesting advantage.Damien had a beautiful complexion, his features were strong. An illustration of how inheritancecrossbred could produce wonderful offspring. Oh yes, he was a feast for the eyes.But the most incredible thing was the burning flame in his gray eyes, the huge swollen penisfilling my hands. The indisputable proof of how aroused he was. For me. Oneacademic, not a sex goddess.Yet the heat that pulsed through me—that hardened my nipples, that leftmy pinker skin, which made me tingle and swell between my legs, was downright sexual. And theThe size of his erection, the desire in his eyes ma
When I walked in front of Damien into our room, I thought the day so far had beenone treat after another. The last one, my passion fruit ice cream with chocolate drops andmacadamia nut topping, which melted faster than I could lick it off. Withhands and mouth sticky with ice cream, sweaty body covered in sunscreen, the promise of adelicious sex in the air, I said:- I need a shower!"Hey, what is this?" The third today? I think we should save water and protectthe environment.A shared shower bath. Something I had never done. privacy alwaysit was an important thing for me. Today, however, knowing that I was with a man I likedof my body, I felt confident enough to say:— That's right, let's be environmentally conscious.When we arrived at the hotel, I retied the sarong around my waist. And now, in the bathroomour bedroom, Damien untied it. The cloth dropped to the floor and my gaze followed it. looking at thatpile of flowered fabric, I turned and offered her my back. He untied
I played around with the first button.“Well, I'll let you count them later.“Provocateur!I? Dr. Fallon? I was trying to figure out how to react when our platesThey arrived.We tasted it, shared it, and then started eating greedily. After havingcalmed my appetite a little, I said:— Have you ever written or worked on anything else before?“Yes to both. I always liked to write, so I majored in journalism. I worked onnewspapers, but I didn't like it. From being forced to cover stories that didn't interest me, to obeyingto the political bias of the newspaper or, at best, sticking to the boring facts. So I started towrite fiction. It's much more fun.Oh yes, despite our growing intimacy, he and I were different. my life wasdedicated entirely to the collection and analysis of information, because I always thought that only statisticscould have an impact. However, Damien's readership probably numbered well over a hundred thousand,and I had to admit that my work only reached a few h
I found a shop around the corner from the departure gate, where I bought water for Damien andfor me, cereal and chocolate bars with raspberry filling.Leaving the store, I ripped open the chocolate wrapper, broke off a square, and popped it into my mouth.When I took a bite, I almost groaned at the combination of chocolate and delicious raspberry tart.If Damien was especially nice to me today, I might even share it with him. However,come to think of it, when had that man been anything less than especially wonderful?I recognized his voice even before I turned the corner, and the familiar timbre sent a warm smile.emotion through me. So there he was, leaning against a wall, his back to me, casual andmale in jeans and a white T-shirt, which showed off his big musculature. He was holding his cell phonein ear.Not wanting to interrupt his call, I stood there admiring his back view. Then,half at a glance, I realized he was talking about me.“Yes, she's a professor of sociology at the
I am really sorry. Damien had said he was sorry.For shame? Or was she sorry that the media thought we were engaged?He gave me a hug and walked towards the taxi stand.I looked at him, remembering the confusing mix of emotions that had hit me whenfirst saw the tabloid article. Shock and humiliation, yes, but also a stranger andpleasant pride. As if I enjoyed being engaged to Damien, and wishing theworld knew about it.“Theresa? — it was the reporter, invading my personal space. - How long..."Sorry, no comment." I gave him a pale imitation of Damien's smile.My father had moved to my side and I grabbed his arm."Let's get out of here," Dad said."Theresa, you could have at least told us that…" Merilee began."Later," I said.- She is right. “Dad put himself between me and the reporter. "Please leave myfamily at peace. We have nothing to say. ’ He loomed over the much younger man,looking bigger and almost fierce.“All I want is—” the reporter began .“You won't get it from us.Da
"What's new with me?" Simply everything! —Kat, Nav 's neighbor Bharani , widenedsharply her brown eyes. She dropped the laundry basket on the basement laundry floor.the building, then sat down on the dryer, clearly prioritizing gossip before chores.Nav smiled and leaned back against her machine, which was already doing Saturday's morning wash.“I saw her Wednesday night, Kat. "She had taken him to a friend's house to use hermuscles putting together a new bookcase and rearranging the furniture. "It couldn't have changed everything."in two days.Something very important had happened in his life just yesterday. Great progress inhis photographic career. He was anxious to tell Kat, but he would hear her news first.She rolled her eyes.“Okay, almost everything. My little sister is suddenly getting married.Even in the bad lighting, with her auburn curls still tousled andthe marks of the sheets on her face, Kat was so beautiful it made his heart sink.— Merilee ? I thought she and...