LOGINKaylaThe drive to the penthouse was filled with a companionable silence, the kind that only exists when you've just shared something intense. I didn't want to talk; I just wanted to process everything. Once we were inside, I headed straight for the bathroom and took a long, hot shower. The girls could wait. After the flight I just had, and the way Damien had practically fucked my brains out in that private jet, I needed a serious refresher.I dressed in a chic, two-piece silk set that hugged my curves and slicked my hair back into a tight, high ponytail, secured with my favorite hair tie. I felt refreshed, but my body still thrummed with a low-level ache from earlier.I went to find Damien to let him know I was heading out, but I stopped when I saw him in his home office. He was hunched over his desk, focused on a stack of documents. I started to back away slowly not wanting to disturb him, when his voice cut through the air."Kayla?"I paused. "Hmm?""What's up? Come in!" He didn't
KaylaI was shifting in my seat. The leather felt hot against my thighs. The heat radiating from my body was making me dizzy, and I was literally squirming, trying to find some relief. Damien was still using the financial magazine high up to hide his face, but I could hear the faint sound of him chuckling. Is he mocking me?I was enraged. He was playing with me, and I wasn't going to let him win this round.I reached under my tennis skirt. I hooked my fingers into the lace of my underwear and slid them down my legs. When they reached my feet, I gave a sharp flick with my toe. Damien caught them mid-air. He lowered the magazine slowly, bringing the lace to his nose. He took a deep, lingering sniff, then looked at me and mouthed, 'What are you doing?'I didn't answer. Instead, I gripped the armrests and spread my legs wide for him to see. At first, a wave of shyness hit me—I was unsure of myself, wondering if I was being too much. But then I saw his eyes. They were hungry. He stared
Kayla I woke up to the soft sound of a zipper gliding shut. Squinting against the bright morning sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw our suitcases standing by the door, perfectly packed and ready to go.Damien was already dressed in a crisp linen shirt, looking unfairly awake. He noticed me stirring and walked over, sitting on the edge of the mattress."Morning, sleepyhead," he murmured, leaning down to press a slow, warm kiss to my lips. He reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair away from my eyes. "How did you sleep?""Like I was drugged," I croaked, stretching my limbs. "In a good way.""Good. How’s the rib?" He didn't wait for my answer, sliding his hand under the silk sheet to find the spot. His fingers pressed against the bone. "Any sharp pain? Swelling?""It’s just a little dull ache now," I said, swatting his hand away playfully. "Stop poking me, Dr. Blackwood. I’m fine.""I'll be the judge of that," he teased, helping me sit up with a steady h
KaylaWe spent the entire afternoon in bed. After arguing for about thirty minutes about what to watch, we settled on something we both appreciate. F.R.I.E.N.D.S was blaring from the speakers. This was my family's comfort show. The only person who loved it more than me is Chelsea. "I’m telling you," I said, pointing a fork at the screen during a transition scene. "Ross is the actual villain of this entire series. He’s possessive, he’s whiny, and 'we were on a break' is the weakest legal defense in history."Damien leaned back against the headboard, his arm draped over my shoulders. He looking surprisingly invested for a man who usually dealt in hostile takeovers. "He isn't a villain, Kayla. He’s just a man who lacks basic communication skills. But Rachel? She’s the one who sabotaged every girl he dated because she couldn't decide if she wanted him or a career in fashion.""Excuse me? Rachel Green is an icon of self-actualization," I argued, nudging him with my elbow. "She went from
Kayla "Are you on the pill?" he asked, his voice low and raspy as he started to pull back, his breathing still heavy against my neck.I shook my head, my face flushed. "I... I stopped after..." I trailed off, the memory of my ex making my throat tight."Because of that idiot?" he asked, a dark groan vibrating in his chest. I simply nodded. He didn't say another word about it; he just pulled me into his arms, wrapping a discarded blanket around both of us as we settled onto the thick rug.We talked for a long time, then I looked up at his sharp jawline and whispered, "Do you cuddle all your girlfriends like this?"Damien looked down at me, his expression uncharacteristically soft. "I don't have girlfriends, Kayla. I just cuddle my wife."My heart nearly escaped from my chest at those words. ---The next few days were a blur. We got along better than we ever had. At some point, it felt like we were making dangerously like a real connection. We fucked in almost every room, from the ma
Kayla We laid down on the thick, designer rug with the bottle of wine. The glass pane in front of us made it feel like we were floating over the ocean. The wine was crisp, and the silence of the mountain was addictive. I could get used to this. "You know," I said, taking a long sip and looking around at the smoothed stone walls. "I still think the modern cave thing is just a way for you to avoid ever actually touching dirt. You're like a high-tech hermit."Damien chuckled, leaning back on one elbow. "I touched plenty of dirt getting you up that trail, Kayla. Give it a rest.""I'm just saying! Most people have a tent. You have recessed lighting and a wine fridge. It’s a bit much, don't you think? It’s very 'I have a yacht and I’m not afraid to use it' energy.""Is that so?" He turned his head, his dark eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint. "You’re yapping a lot for someone who was gasping for air twenty minutes ago.""I was experiencing the mountain," I teased, waving my glass. "And
Kayla"Yes!" I said, shrieking and squealing like a little girl as Damien slipped this amazing ring onto my finger. It was huge and sparkled so much in the light of the hallway. He got up and hugged me, lifting me off the ground and spinning me into a circle. My head was spinning, but I kept a smi
KaylaWhen I opened my eyes, Damien wasn't on the bed. I heard some movement in the kitchen. Great. I walked into the bathroom and stared at my reflection in the mirror. I had a severe case of bed hair. I brushed my teeth, oil pulled, used mouthwash and washed my face. When I was done, I brushed
Kayla "Leave," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "I want to change.""I want to watch," he countered.I let out a short, nervous laugh, waiting for the punchline. But his face didn't move. That confident smirk stayed exactly where it was. My heart skipped a beat. "You’re not joking, are you?"
Kayla"I ordered some food," Damien said as we walked toward the private elevator. "Just in case we get hungry after drinking."I tilted my head, stopping in my tracks. "Drinking?"He nodded looking at me with this boyish glint in his eye. "Yes, drinking. We need to celebrate this win, Kayla.""You







