Bed Of Roses

Naomi's eyes fluttered open to the filtered light of the morning and the heavy weight of an arm draped across her waist. Her eyes swinging shut again in sleep, did that really happen last night?

Her body felt heavy like she'd been run over by a truck. She stirred, a faint smile on her lips, a sense of peace she hadn't felt in years settling deep in her bones. When her eyes finally fluttered open, they landed on Damon's deep, knowing gaze.

He was propped up on one elbow, his dark hair looked like a bird's nest, his eyes studying her with an intensity that no longer felt intimidating, but intimate. It was a gaze that told her something had changed. Or perhaps everything.

Naomi felt a blush creep up her neck. A wave of shyness washed over her, and she instinctively pulled the silk sheets closer to her chest. "Morning," she whispered, her voice husky from sleep.

Damon’s smile was slow and disarming. It wasn't the polite, controlled curve of his lips she was used to, but a genuine, playful grin that reached his eyes. "Good morning, sleeping beauty," he said, his voice a low rumble.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her forehead. "You look beautiful, even with a blush like that."

She smiled, pulling the duvet over her face but he pulled it down. “Becoming one with the sheets is not going to make you disappear.”

Her blush deepened. She looked away.

“I wasn't trying to hide.” She muttered.

“Look at me.”

She couldn't. Hell, she could only manage a blush.

He tilted her face to his and placed a peck on her lips. Her eyes met his, wide open. He pecks her again and again, earning a laugh from her.

His hand went down to her waist, pulling her close to him as he kissed her gently.

She playfully swatted his arm. "Stop. We have to get to work."

He chuckled, a sound that seemed entirely out of character for the man she had known. "Work? I'd say we've done a good day's work already. Besides, I think the company can survive without us for one day. What do you say to a spontaneous public holiday?"

Naomi’s eyes widened. "Damon, you can't just close the company down!"

He laughed, reaching for the phone on the nightstand. "Watch me."

She tried to snatch the phone from him, but he held it just out of her reach, his long, muscular arm a barrier she couldn't get past.

She stretched, her naked body twisting under the covers, but he simply watched her with an amused glint in his eyes.

"Give me the phone!" she giggled, a genuine, joyful laugh that felt foreign but wonderful.

"Nuh-uh," he teased, holding it even higher. He made the call, his expression serious for only a moment. "Patrick? Good morning. Yes, I'm fine. Listen, I want you to send an email to every department. The company will be closed today. Tell them to take the day off."

Naomi watched, wide-eyed and silently pleading with him to stop. This was a man who valued his work above anything else. The world was about to be turned upside down!

On the other end of the line, Patrick was stunned into silence. He cleared his throat.

"Sir, if I may, what reason should I put in the email? The staff will be... confused."

Damon looked down at Naomi, a soft, intimate smile on his lips. Naomi shook her head, a silent warning.

"Tell them," Damon said, his voice low and rich with a humor Naomi had never heard before, "that my wife distracted me, and now I'm lost."

Naomi's eyes grew wide, and she bit her lip to stop herself from laughing out loud. She couldn't believe he had said that.

Patrick, on the other end, was clearly just as stunned.

"A-acknowledged, sir," Patrick stammered before the line went dead.

Damon tossed the phone aside, his attention returning completely to her.

"There," he said, a triumphant smile on his face. "Problem solved. Now, what do you say we find something else to do with our free time?"

Naomi tried to muster a serious expression, but the playful look in his eyes was too infectious. “Why did you do that?" she said, shaking her head. "What will people think?"

"They'll think I'm a man deeply in love with his wife. And they'd be right."

“Damon.”

He chuckled, clearly not bothered about what he had just done or said.

“I can't believe you..”

She tries to leave but he pulls her back to the bed, capturing her lips in his. Her mouth felt soft and warm under his, inviting him to lose himself again.

“Do you believe me now?” He teased in between kisses.

“Uhm?” He asked

“You're going to lose money.” She said, her expression serious.

“I'll rather take that than lose you.” He muttered on her lips.

He cupped her face, deepening the kiss until he had had enough to make her wet. He pulled her waist close to his body, her back to his chest.

“Seriously Damon. We should go to work..”

Her words trailed off. Damon had slipped his finger into her wet hole and was teasing her clit gently.

A moan escaped her, eyes glazed over with pleasure.

“What was that, Ms Naomi?” He teased.

She couldn't talk; the sensation was overwhelming, and it clouded her mind. Thinking or constructing a sentence right now was pretty much far from reach.

His lips whispered into her ears. “Words, Naomi. I won't be able to grant your wish unless you say something.” He said.

He must be enjoying this, pleasuring her, and then telling her to say something.

“I said...” she managed, but stopped again.

He was inside her now, every inch of him deep inside her. She lost, she'll have to admit it.

He thrust in gently, placing feathery kisses on her shoulders as he moved.

“Fuck..” he groaned, his hand lifting her leg up as he went in deeper and deeper into her.

Her moans were music to his ears, sounds that he would love to hear every morning before heading to work.