DamonHer scent surrounded me, and with her soft curves pressed against me, I couldn’t resist temptation. I lowered my head and brushed my lips against hers. It was supposed to be a gentle kiss, practically grandfatherly, before I pushed her away. That’s what it was in my head anyway.Until my lips touched hers. It was like the first spark of a raging inferno. Her lips molded to mine, and our mouths pressed against each other with unbridled hunger. I deepened the kiss, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She stiffened slightly, like it shocked her, but then she relaxed against me again.With a surge of enthusiasm, she returned my kiss with equal fervor. She tasted like honey and sin, and I wanted to lick up every drop. I caressed her tongue with mine, gently following the sides and contours with the tip of mine. She moaned and pressed closer, further opening her mouth.With a hint of shyness, her tongue stroked against mine. It was light and maddening, yet completely intoxicating. I w
PhoebeThe accident was going to kill me. Not the injuries from the event, but the embarrassment I experienced after throwing myself at him. It had to be the concussion. There was no other explanation for my uncharacteristic actions. I was going to die from humiliation.That kept me from sleeping, so I was up and ready to leave very early the next morning. I was sore and stiff, so I moved slowly. I wasn’t trying to sneak away. I was just being quiet out of consideration—and a wish to avoid another interaction with Damon.“I should have expected you to sneak out.”His disapproving voice sounded behind me as I carefully eased open the doorknob on the front door. I let out a startled yelp and whirled to face him. “What’s the matter with you? Why are you sneaking up on me and giving me a heart attack?”He had his arms crossed over his chest—I couldn’t help noticing he was still bare from the waist up, forcing me to look away as my clit pulsed at the tempting sight—and he shook his head. “
Chapter SevenPhoebeIt was strange to be riding beside him in the car that had hit me without the lingering resentment I’d felt when he drove me to his house. I directed him to make the last turn, and he drew up to the magnificent iron gates of Berkshire. It looked like a quaint English manor home, complete with rolling green hills and the ornate fence around the property. When I considered the fence was there to keep the people in the walls from escaping so they wouldn’t hurt themselves, it wasn’t so cheerful.He seemed confused about why we were there, but he gave my name to the attendant and pulled up the long driveway. When he reached the visitor parking lot, I hopped out without waiting for him. “I’ll be back shortly.” I rushed inside, at least as much as I could rush with my battered body, not wanting him to know too much about my errand.I entered the main office, and the receptionist gave me a sour look. In the twelve years my sister had been a resident of Berkshire, I don’t
DamonIt took every ounce of self-control not to return to that smug prick’s office and slug him in the face. I was doing my best to control that urge, but it was hard. I would have been outraged if he’d done that to anyone, but especially to my Phoebe.My…she wasn’t my anything. I had to give myself that harsh reminder, which made me clench my hands tighter around the wheel after we’d returned to the car. “Where would you like to eat?” My voice sounded stilted.She was already stiff and jerked upright at the question, seeming on-edge. I saw her from the corner of my eye and wanted to reach out to soothe her sore spots when she winced.“I’m not hungry.” Her stomach rumbled then.I turned slowly from the wheel to look at her, brow raised. “Really?”She flushed and looked away. “I’m sure you have things to do, and I need to get some rest before my shift tonight.”I frowned. “You can’t expect to be able to dance tonight?”She glared at me. “I’ll do what I must, Mr. Santos.”I realized he
PhoebeI stared at him for a long moment, rendered speechless. “You can’t. You didn’t want me last night.”He laughed. “I knew you remembered that.”I flushed and looked away, hastily selecting something from the menu and giving my order to Dana when she reappeared. She was a perfectly put-together blond woman in her late-thirties, though cosmetics took off a good ten years. Her evident tiredness added five more, but she was still sophisticated and beautiful. That was the kind of woman Damon should want.My eyes narrowed as I recalled her words. “Have you slept with her?” I grasped hold of his forearm when I asked.He winced, gently prying my nails from his skin. “I guess I’m not the only one with some jealousy issues.”I tossed my hair. “Don’t be absurd. I’m just curious.”He laughed. “Sure you are. I did though.”“Sleep with her?”“No sleeping involved, and it was a long time ago, but I was referring to last night. I did want you. I do. I was just trying to be a better man.”I slowl
PhoebeI stared at him in shock for a half a second before I nudged against him to let me out. “Move.”He frowned, not budging. “Calm down.”I shook my head, furious with him and whatever about me made him think I’d be okay with such a fucked-up request. “Get out of my way. Now!” My tone was a little shrill.Instead of moving, he grasped my hand under the table. “Just calm down and listen.”“I’d never do something so vile. What makes you think I’d ever have a child to hand over to a pedophile?”His eyes widened, and then his own cheeks flushed with anger. “That’s disgusting.” He glared down at me. “That wasn’t what I meant at all. I want a legacy. I have no family, and I don’t want a wife. I want to have a child in the near future, and you need help with your sister. We can both satisfy each other’s needs and have a good time doing it.”I was still glaring at him, but I calmed slightly. The surge of nausea burning up my throat subsided as I sat staring at him. “You just want to be a f
DamonI tried not to grin at her impatient air. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she was anxious to get on to the conceiving part. “This is the last one.” I turned the contract to the final page. My attorney had prepared it, but I was presenting it to her privately in my office at my penthouse. It felt more informal that way, and I hoped less intimidating.I held my breath as she read the last page and signed with a flourish. When she handed it back, I signed too, and it was done. A fully executed contract, at least once my attorney notarized it, and our deal was officially beginning.She’d been staying with me for the last three days while my attorney drew up the contract, and I prepared all the things I’d promised. I’d sensed her impatience and patent disbelief at me keeping to myself, but I’d reminded myself it had to be in writing before we proceeded.It was now, and there was nothing to keep me from reaching out to pull her into my arms. “Let’s seal it a little less orthodoxica
PhoebeI was so nervous as he gently dropped me on his bed. I landed less than gracefully and started to scramble to close my legs. Before I could, Damon was on the bed between my thighs, his mouth sealing mine. I moaned against his tongue as it surged into my mouth. It was so hard to breathe, but not from lack of oxygen. Excitement and desire whirled inside me, until I felt on the precipice of fainting.Despite that, I struggled to pull him closer, wanting even more of his mouth. He indulged me for a moment before finally pulling free. He didn’t leave though. He just trailed his tongue across my cheek to my ear. He started to nibble on my lobe, and it was unbelievably arousing. How could one part of my body, not even a sexualized part, feel so amazing under his tongue? “Damon.” I shifted restlessly, needing something.He responded by taking my wrists and placing them above my head. He held them in one hand while he leisurely explored my ear and then my neck. When he left a wet trail