8ElleI stood in the kitchen, wearing one of his shirts and nothing else, sipping coffee I hadn’t finished. Damon leaned against the counter across from me, watching like I was something waiting to be unwrapped.“I want to try something,” I said.His eyebrow lifted, just slightly. “Oh?”“I want to take control. Just once.”Silence stretched but he didn’t blink.“I want to top you,” I added, steadying my voice. “See what it’s like.”He set his mug down slowly. “You sure?”“Yes.”He nodded once, like a deal was being made. “Then do it. But you better mean it.”“I do.”The way he stared made my stomach tighten .He turned and walked to the bedroom, shirt off now, muscles flexing under his skin. I followed quietly and barefoot, my heart pounding.He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me. “Then take it.”I stepped in front of him, pulling the shirt over my head and letting it drop to the floor. His eyes dropped, then rose again to meet mine calmly.“Lie back,” I said.He did without
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