“Someone like Grace. You seemed pretty hung up on her.” Sam said.
“I think it’s safe to say I’m not hung up on Grace.”
“I can see why you’re attracted to her,” Sam said.
“Who?” Damon demanded sharply.
“Wendy.”
Both men stared across the room to where Wendy danced with Ross.
“She’s a beautiful woman. I bet she’s awesome in bed.” Sam said.
Damon rounded furiously on Sam .
“You shut the hell up. Don’t even breathe her name again. You got it?” he said.
Sam smiled and backed away, holding his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, I get it. You’re awfully touchy about her. Funny, you weren’t that pissed when you found out about Grace.”
Sam sauntered off and Damon turned away, angry that he’d let him goad him.
“Damon, there you are.”
He sighed when his mom latched on to his
She raised her gaze to meet his. He was propped on his arms, his body still flush with hers and their noses were mere inches apart. His eyes were warm with desire, liquid with want, and her heart fluttered in response.His voice was so tender and understanding. He stared down at her like she was the only woman he’d ever made love to. A mixture of awe and wonder that humbled her.“I was thinking we shouldn’t do this,” she admitted.“But? There’s definitely a but in that sentence.” he said.He sounded so hopeful that she smiled and once again traced the lean lines of his face with a fingertip.“But I don’t care. I should care. I should be on my way back to New York. I should have never agreed to stay.”“But,” he murmured again, his voice husky and so very predatory. 
He reached down and his fingers slid between them.“That. Oh my God, that.” She said.Her cry echoed sharply over the room. It was the single most exquisite pleasure and pain all in one she’d experienced in her life. The tension was so sharp, so unbearable and then finally she exploded.The room darkened around her. She blinked but everything was fuzzy. All she was aware of was Damon stroking into her and the wonderful melting sensation as she went liquid around him.He growled her name and then he gathered her in his arms, holding her so tight she couldn’t breathe. His hips jerked against her before finally he collapsed onto her, his chest heaving with exertion.Her hands relaxed on his shoulders and went from punishing grip to soothing caresses. His skin was damp, and all that could beheard were his harsh breaths against her neck.She held him as tight as he held her, determ
He eased down, and she welcomed him into her arms. She pillowed his head on her chest, his mouth a breath away from her nipple. He kissed the plump swell of her breast but didn’t move. Their hearts thudded against each other and neither did anything to break the silence.What could be said? She knew she didn’t have words. She didn’t want to dissect the moment. Words would only ruin the euphoric aftermath of an experience she was at a loss to describe anyway.She ran her hand idly through his mussed hair. At his nape the crisp hairs were slightly damp with sweat. She inhaled, savoring the uniquely masculine smell of sex and sweat. It was intoxicating and erotic.“Does it make me a bastard that I’m already fantasizing about the part where you climb on top of me and have your wicked way?” he mumbled against her chest.She smiled. “As soon as I regain the feeling in my legs, I’ll see what I can do about that particular
As they waited behind the line of people going back inside, Damon leaned down and nuzzled her ear.“Let’s go have some fun at the reception,” he murmured. “You, me, a little dirty dancing…..”She laughed as the tightness left her chest. It was hard to remember all the reasons she shouldn’t become involved with this man when he charmed her to her toes.She tucked her hand willingly in his, and this time she curled her fingers around his as he led her into the hotel. No, logically she shouldn’t immerse herself in this charade. But then attraction was anything but logical. She had only a few more hours before she would be jolted back to reality. She planned to enjoy every single one of them.They danced. Slow, sensual songs and even the more upbeat tunes. Damon was astonishingly adept as he spun her around the room. Somehow she hadn’t seen him as the type to do more than a staid waltz or just a slow cuddle type dance i
He glanced between her and the car that was now parked a few feet away with Debbie inside, and his lips were drawn into a fine line.She shook her head. “No, you don't have to and it’s already past midnight. I’ll be fine. Your driver will take good care of the both of us, besides I know that once I get in that car, your sister is going to bombard me with a lot of questions. I don't think I want you to be there for that drama.”He looked as if he was going to press the point when she raised her hand. The diamond caught the glare from the headlights. Slowly she removed the thin band from her finger and pressed the ring into Damon's palm.“I won’t be needing this anymore,” she said lightly.He frowned as he stared down at the delicate piece of jewelry lying in his hand.It was ridiculous that this felt like a real break-up. Her heart seized and she had the absurd urge to snatch the ring back out of his hand and p
Two large-screen plasma televisions were positioned on either side of the large reception desk, and Standard Gates latest ad campaigns were predominately displayed in a series of commercials.Behind the desk, a cheerful looking younger woman smiled a warm welcome as he approached.“Good morning and welcome to Standard Gate Communications.” She said cheerfully.He returned her smile. “Can you tell Wendy Morgan that Damon Paige is here to see her?”The sudden awareness in the receptionist’s eyes told him she knew well who he was. She recovered quickly, though. With brisk efficiency, she rounded the corner of her desk and gestured toward the set of couches in the waiting area.“If you’ll have a seat, I’ll get her at once. Would you care for some coffee?” she asked him.“No, thank you.”She turned to stride down the hallway, leaving Damon standing there. He
“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