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

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

She maneuvered into her parking spot and dashed inside, ready to do battle. Debbie wasn't home. Thank God. She wasn't sure she wanted to explain this to Debbie.. At least not yet. She hadn’t missed Damon's reaction to her sexy, feminine lingerie. It was her one indulgence or what she deemed a silly indulgence since her sex life was so staid in the last few years that no one but her had a prayer of ever seeing what her underwear looked like.Hopping on one foot as she stepped out of her clothing, she went over to her drawer to find the most sinful set of lingerie she owned. She settled on pink. What was more feminine or soft looking than pink? Even growing up with  boys hadn’t erased the girly from her. And since she was a redhead, wearing pink clothing wasn’t an option. But pink underwear she could do.Unsure of whether she’d return to her apartment before going to work the next day—and she did like to be prepared for any

But as much as she wanted to let him bring her to fulfillment, she wanted to take care of him first. She shoved his shirt off his shoulders, then started to unbutton his pants. The instant she’d unzipped him, she slipped down his body and took him in her mouth.“Red,” he gasped as she swirled her tongue around his hot shaft. She loved the size of him, the feel, the way he bucked against her tongue. It turned her on to know she was doing this to him, that he was fisting his hands in her hair and groaning because of the way she made him feel.But before she could bring him to completion, he pushed her away.“Inside you,” he said, lifting her. He shoved her gown to her waist with one hand and snapped the thin strap of her thong with the other, the near-violent action more titillating than she could have imagined.She kicked what remained of her panties free in a desperate rush to get

He gritted his teeth, pumping into her, fingers twined now, eyes locked on each other. “Remember this,” he charged, driving into her hard, fast, pushing her into the stars that surely glittered just for her. "I want you to remember tonight" “Always,” she said, her voice no more than a breath. Then she was lost, her body trembling as her climax overcame her. He sank into her once more and let himself go, lost in the flickering carnival lights of passion with her. She kissed him again then scooted off the to the bathroom. When she returned, he was propped on one hand, watching her intently. His naked body was a gorgeous sight. Even in a relaxed state, his proportions were generous to say the least. “If you keep looking at me like that, it’s not going to stay down,” he growled. “You sure you want to go again?&rdquo