Damon was a little starstruck. It was the Tide’s catcher, Sheldon Michael. He was a veritable legend in baseball, and it was rumored this would be his last year before he retired.
“Wendy! You should have just come on in. James got held up by an interview, but he wanted you to come on back.” he said.
Wendy walked over and gave the catcher a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Good game, Sheldon. You’re looking as awesome as ever.” She said
The big man actually blushed. He glanced up at Damon, and Damon was convinced the guy scowled at him.
“Oh, Sheldon, this is Damon Paige. Damon, this is Sheldon Michael, the Tide’s star catcher.” Wendy said.
“Yes, I’m well aware,” Damon said. “Great game. I’ve watched you a lot of years.”
“You Damon Paige who makes
“I will try,” she said as she leaned up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “Sorry about the last weekend. Something came up. And to be honest, I wasn't really sure about seeing dad”Damon realized that he was what came up when he’d finessed Wendy away for the weekend. While he was sorry she’d missed what was evidently an important family gathering, he couldn’t summon any regret for the way their weekend in the island had come together."You don't have to be worried about anything. Trust me" Cole replied. "Dad wants to see you. He misses you. You should pick his calls and go see him. Give him a chance"Wendy nodded. "I will... As soon as I have the time" she replied.“It was nice meeting you both,” Damon said sincerely.The other men nodded and shook his hand again before departing the room.“In
Seconds after Trevor's abrupt departure, Damon entered behind Rebecca. Wendy crossed the room and extended a hand to Damon. Instead of shaking it as she’d intended, he slid his fingers over her palm and held it far too long for her liking. She snatched it away and turned to introduce him down the row.Her presentation went off without a hitch. Each part of her team executed their part flawlessly, and through it all, Evan sat back with a very satisfied expression on his face.By the time she was done, she was as convinced as everyone else that Damon would sign with Standard Gate. He’d be a fool not to.The lights went back up after her last video clip.“This concludes our presentation,” she said to Damon. “I hope we’ve convinced you of our commitment to you and your company.”He took his time responding. For a moment he studied her, his hands in a V in front of him. Then he simply nodded then said,&
He always knew exactly what to say to melt any resistance on her part. He was a seducer with words.For some reason she expected his kiss to be gentle, sweet. Damon was neither.He simply took her mouth with no hesitation—as if it was his, as if she was his, as if that devastating possession was his right. Like he didn't need to ask. Like all those times they'd spent together was enough to claim her as his own.It was like a bomb detonated inside of her, exploding through her limbs, white-hot fire and spiraling need combusting again and again and again, leaving her weak. Wanting. Her breasts ached. Her nipples hardened. Her core melted. And still he kissed her, taking her mouth with an easy command that made her tremble against him.He kissed her with a carnal demand, a sheer, arrogant certainty, that shook Wendy almost as much as the feel of his mouth on hers.Hot. Commanding. The incomparabl
She settled against him, her wild reddish hair falling forward, making her look like some kind of goddess. His goddess, he thought and stretched out his hands to test her hips, the indentation of her waist. He pulled a long strand of hair to his mouth, rubbing it over his lips. She smelled like rosemary and wine, and the feel of the long waves was like raw silk. But she batted his hands away.The look in her eyes kept him from flipping her beneath him as every instinct shouted at him to do. That stern frown of hers made him stir against her, made the fire blaze even higher, even hotter, within him. She finally bent over to taste his chest, him. Her tongue was soft, wet, maddening. He tangled his fingers in her hair and urged her up to eye level, taking her mouth with a swift possession that made some kind of bell toll, long and true, deep inside of him.He ignored it, because he was tasting her—hot and female and deliciously, undoubtedly Wendy—unti
“Shh,” he replied, and then he moved down the length of her body to rest between her legs. He slid his strong arms beneath her hips, and before she had time to react, to take back the lead and use it, he lifted her and settled his mouth against the hot core of her.Passion exploded inside of her, a white-hot, searing heat that blanked out her plans, her fears. He licked her, teased her, took her—his mouth more wicked, more clever, more confident.She arched against him, into him, as he kept her anchored beneath him, his mouth glued to her heat. She heard her own voice, moaning wordless sounds of desire, of pleasure, of ecstasy, as if from far away.Her breath came in hard, shallow pants, and she could not quite catch it, she could not calm down. And still he built that fire, stoking the flames with every swirl of his tongue, pushing her higher and higher until she toppled over the edge and dissolved all around him.When she ca
“But, yes, I do need to travel to Seattle and tie up some things. I plan to spend some time in San Francisco but over the next few months I need to make arrangements so I would be traveling less and spending more time here.” he added.Her heart sped up. Did he mean he was making those arrangements to spend more time in New York so he could be near her?She hated guessing, but she hated assuming even more. She was still uneasy about the timing of them seeing each other. It was too close to when he’d signed on with Standard Gate.“I’ll be back Monday afternoon. I want to spend the evening with you. Dinner.Dancing. You can stay over at the hotel and my driver will take you into work on Tuesday.” he said.She loved it when he got all demanding. She was a sucker for someone who planned in detail, and he’d certainly planned their evening down to her staying over for what would undeniably be amazing sex
Wendy put her hands over her face. “I was stupid, Camille. I knew how this was going to turn out. I knew what was going to happen if I did this and I went through with it anyway. I was stupid, and now I have to pay the price.” She said.The sound of someone clearing their throat had Wendy looking up toward the door. Evan Banks stood there, an indecipherable expression on his face.“Camille,” he said. “Would you leave me and Wendy for a moment?” he said.“Of course,” Camille murmured as she hurried away.Tears burned Wendy's eyes. She was holding on by a sheer thread.“Want to talk about it?” Evan asked her.It was that question that did it for Wendy. If he’d been angry or if he’d been indifferent, she could have handled it, but the simply worded request broke her down. Her shoulders shook, and she lowered her head as a sob welled from her throat. It appalled
She had to do the one thing she'd known she'd have to do but had been postponing it. Now was the time.The rest of the day was spent sequestered in her office. She only spoke to Rebecca to tell her she wasn’t accepting any calls and the rest of the time she spent in brooding silence.At five, she stared out the window, watching as her coworkers left the building. She purposely waited until everyone else had left before she locked up her office for the night.Though it was well past seven, she dragged herself down six flights of stairs just on the off chance any stragglers were in the elevator. She was pathetic and spineless but she didn’t care. She’d face them all when she had some semblance of control over her emotions.She drove to her apartment with her fingers curled tightly around the wheel. She battled bouts of fury and the impulse to break down into tears. By the time she reached home, she was men