Se connecterKaylaI 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 Damien drove us across the water in a jet ski. I held onto his waist so I wouldn't fall us. The ride was short and choppy. The mountain looked even more intimidating from the water. "Are you sure about this?" I asked, squinting up at the heights. "I haven't even had my morning coffee yet.""The adrenaline will be your caffeine today, Kayla," Damien said, jumping out into the shallow water and pulling the jet-ski onto the sand. He reached out a hand to help me onto the shore. "And don't worry, the trail is well-maintained. It’s got a full via ferrata setup.""A via what now?""Iron path," he explained, pointing to the side of the cliff. "Steel cables, ladders, and fixed hooks. You just clip your harness in and climb. It's safe."We geared up at the bottom of the trail. I struggled with the heavy nylon straps of the harness, fumbling with the buckles until Damien stepped behind me. He tightened the leg loops with a sharp tug, his knuckles brushing my inner thigh."Hey! Watch t
KaylaWhen we were done, I mean finally done, Damien literally carried me into the shower. The steam was thick enough to choke on, but Damien didn’t seem to notice. He had me pressed gently against the cool tile. The spray of the water was hitting his back while he focused entirely on me. He wash
Kayla He gave my pussy one heavy, dragging lick that made my entire lower half vibrate. "Fuck, Damien," I moaned, the sound raw and broken. My toes curled into the silk sheets, and I couldn't hold it back anymore. "Please, just fuck me. I’m begging you."He paused, hovering just inches away, his
Kayla I took the blanket off my face and watched him. He was staring at me from just inches away, his eyes dark and focused. Damien looked like a love-struck puppy, but there was something predatory underneath it. Maybe this was his move—his "MO." He was trying to seduce me, and truthfully, it wa
Damien I couldn't stop staring. Kayla was sitting across from me, and the more I looked, the more the heat rose to her cheeks. She was trying to be casual, sipping her drink and looking at me through her peripheral vision with a small, awkward smile."What?" she finally asked, still refusing to me







