LOGINKayla I licked off the thick bead of precum, then suddenly plunged forward, deep-throating Damien for two agonizingly perfect seconds. I felt his pulse thrumming against the back of my throat. I kept sucking him from top to bottom, over and over, my mouth working to keep his cock slick. Every few seconds, he would reach down and grip my hair, pulling my head up so we had to make eye contact. "Fuck Kayla," Damien said, grabbing me by the waist. He lifted me up, his large hands coming down against my bare ass."You're too good to me," he murmured, his voice deep and warm. I couldn't help it; a breathless, excited giggle escaped my lips. The thrill of being held so effortlessly by him was making my head spin.He flipped me over, he helped me shift, guiding my hips up into a comfortable position on my knees, my chest pressed against the pillows. Without warning, he shoved his full lenght inside me. I still wasn't used to how big he was. "FUCK! DAMIEN!" I gasped, my fingers instantly
KaylaDamien pulled me closer, his muscled arm snaking around my waist with a firm grip. The rough fabric of his unbuttoned shirt rubbed against my bare skin, sending a jolt straight to my breasts."Already perky, I see," he said, looking down at me with a smirk.A wave of embarrassment hit me, warming my cheeks. My breath hitched completely as he reached out and traced the very tip of my nipple. His finger moved in slow, teasing circles over the sensitive peak and the skin around it, over and over again."Hmm," I gasped, instantly biting down on my lower lip to stifle the moan building in my throat."Don't resist, babe," he whispered, his hot breath brushing against my skin. "You'll only hurt yourself trying to fight it."I rolled my eyes, trying to look annoyed despite the shivering heat in my belly. "Fuck you.""Yeah, I'm sure you really want to," he quipped, his smile widening.Before I could snap back, his fingers pinched my nipple. The sudden mix of sting and pleasure wrecked my
Kayla “Nothing,” he said at first, then hesitated like he was weighing something heavier than he wanted to admit. The playful expression on Damien Blackwood’s face returned, but it didn’t fully reach his eyes.“We have an event tomorrow,” he finally said.An event?My mind immediately ran in ten different directions. I barely caught myself before I spiraled.“An event?” I repeated, trying to sound calm. “What kind of event?”Honestly, after everything these past few days, all I wanted was to curl up in bed, eat ice cream straight from the tub, and disappear into a long, endless series with no responsibilities attached.“What?” Damien asked suddenly, narrowing his eyes slightly. “Did you just say that out loud?”I blinked. “No. Nothing.”He studied me for a moment longer before letting it go. “It’s fine,” he said gently. “It’s a gala for cancer research this Saturday. We’re expected to attend.”“Oh.” Relief softened my shoulders. “Just a formal event. That actually sounds… nice.”“It’
KaylaThe cool evening air hit my face the second I stepped outside the building, instantly easing some of the tension sitting in my chest.My phone buzzed inside my purse.For one brief second, I thought it might be Jason again.Instead, it was the help: Mrs. Blackwood, your vehicle was delivered to the estate this afternoon. The paperwork has been placed in the kitchen for you.A smile spread across my face before I could stop it.My Porsche was finally here.I quickly sent back a thank-you text, then checked the time. I still had a few minutes before my next meeting. Enough time to breathe and push thoughts of Jason and my dad completely out of my mind.By the time I returned upstairs, my focus was back where it belonged—the Julia Project.The strategy meeting with my team went surprisingly well. David Won organized the presentation materials while everyone shared fresh ideas for rebranding Julia Restaurants. Even Rachel looked genuinely impressed by the progress.“This is strong w
DamienI let out a short laugh and leaned back against the counter in the refreshment area.“You still haven’t figured it out, have you?” I said calmly. “You don’t beat me, Charles.”Charles smiled, but I caught the irritation hiding underneath it.“Maybe not today,” he replied smoothly. “But eventually? I will.”To anyone else, it probably sounded like two successful businessmen joking around. But Charles and I had been competing since college. What started as harmless rivalry had slowly turned into something sharper over the years.I pushed away from the counter. “We should get back before they think we disappeared.”“Hold on,” Charles said.Something in his tone made me pause.“There’s something I wanted to ask you.”I turned slightly. “What?”“How come I wasn’t invited to your wedding?”That caught me off guard.“My wedding?”“Yes, Damien. Your wedding.” His expression stayed casual, but his eyes stayed fixed on me. “I figured old friends at least get an invitation.”Honestly, eve
DamienI stepped away from Kayla near the executive elevators, heading toward my office. Just before the doors closed, I glanced back one last time.She stood confidently in the middle of the hallway, speaking to one of the employees with calm authority. Her fitted skirt and blazer gave her a polished, executive look, but it was more than that. It was the way she carried herself—smart, composed, impossible to ignore.People listened when Kayla spoke.And for the first time, I realized they weren’t staring at her only because she was my wife.When I entered my office, Sarah was already waiting beside my desk with a tablet in one hand and coffee in the other.“Morning, Mr. Blackwood,” she said smoothly. “Your schedule changed. The meeting with Horizon Media Group has been moved to eleven.”I frowned slightly. “It was supposed to be later this afternoon.”“Their chairman personally requested the adjustment,” she explained. “Apparently another buyer entered negotiations.”That caught my a
Kayla Damien stepped out of the car as I reached the sidewalk. He looked me up and down, his gaze lingered long enough to make my skin prickle. "You look incredible, Kayla," he said softly. He reached for the door and held it open for me. I felt a flush creep up my neck. It was such a simple gestu
Kayla I was finally done for the day. Damien had left the office early, which gave me some room to breathe. I headed downstairs to the lobby, where I spotted Joan and Cameron waiting by the glass doors. "How was the rest of your day in the dragon's lair?" Cameron asked. He tilted his head, studyi
Kayla "So, have you decided?" Damien asked. He made it sound like we were choosing a font for a PowerPoint slide. He pushed a breakfast sandwich and a steaming cup of coffee toward me. I stared at the food. My stomach gave a loud, traitorous growl. I hadn't eaten a thing since yesterday, and takin
Kayla "If I was even considering this insane idea of yours," I said, my voice rising as I gestured to the papers, "how would the child even get here? Because as you can see, I'm not Mary. There’s no immaculate conception happening in this office." Damien let out a low, dark laugh. He stepped close







