I roll my eyes, but there’s no time to respond. I have to prepare another drink order. Harriet has been working her ass off, and I don’t want to leave her to carry my weight because I’m distracted by my sexy master sitting at the bar.
Dameon watches me intently over his whiskey all night, and I feel the heat of his gaze on my skin with every move I make. Frantically pouring drinks in this sizzling environment is challenging enough without adding his overwhelming gaze to the mix. I’m practically ready to combust.
Two hours later, the crowd has thinned out, and the bar is now manageable with just one person.
“Night, Harriet,” I call out, slipping on my jacket and grabbing my bag. She smiles and waves me off, already attending to the next server.
“Ready to go home, gorgeous?” Dameon murmurs. I love it when he calls me that, but I love it more when he calls his place “home,” like it’s ours. It’s probably a slip of the tongue, but it’s nice to hear, regardless.
“Let’s go.”
***
“You okay?”
“Mmhmm… just tired,” I mumble, stifling a yawn. The gentle sway of the car is lulling me into a hazy state, somewhere between sleep and wakefulness.
“Here, give me your foot.” I shift in my seat, placing my back against the car door, and swing my feet into his lap. He slips off my ballet flats and digs his thumb into my arch, and I groan at the relief. My body isn’t used to standing behind a bar for hours anymore.
“Ah, that feels good,” I say as he expertly massages my foot with firm strokes, then moves on to the other one. “I’ve died and gone to heaven,” I moan. “Like, dead as a door nail.”
His chuckle is like catnip, and combined with his scorching stare all night, and his strong fingers kneading the tension from my feet and calves, I’m teetering on the edge already.
I exhale a sigh and squirm in my seat. “A little bit—”
“I know what you need, kitten,” he interrupts. “Let me take care of you.”
His hand snakes under my denim skirt, finding me bare and wet, primed for him. A low growl escapes his chest.
“Have I mentioned how much I fucking adore your pussy?” he rasps, his voice thick with lust. “Always so wet and eager for me. You’re absolutely perfect.” I preen at his words, relishing his praise.
As his thumb circles my sensitive nub, his other hand continues its soothing massage on my foot. Then, he leans down, trailing his tongue along the arch of my foot before sucking my big toe into his mouth.
A surge of pleasure courses through me, and I come so hard and so fast it scares me. “Oh my fucking God,” I gasp, my whole body tensing into a tightly coiled ball before releasing, squirting my juices all over his hand.
I collapse against the seat, my limbs like jelly after such an explosive release. When I open my eyes, Dameon is licking up my juices from his fingers, savoring my taste like a fine wine, just as he promised.
This man will be the death of me.
Exhaustion pulls me under, but my phone’s shrill ringtone cuts through the car’s quiet before I fully drift off. With a sigh, I grab my handbag from the floor and fish it out.
“Hello, Hailee speaking.”
“Good evening, Ms. Mann, I’m Dr. Sanchez from St. Vincent’s Hospital. I’ve got great news. We’ve found a compatible match for Beth, and we need you to come to admissions as soon as possible so we can start preparations.” The doctor’s words hit me like a bolt of lightning, and for a moment, I’m speechless. Then, a rush of emotion floods through me—relief, hope, and overwhelming gratitude.
“Oh my God! Thank you, Doctor,” I choke out. “We’ll be there right away.”
I’ve been waiting for this phone call for months, but its arrival still catches me by surprise. Excitement surges through me, tinged with nerves. Until this moment, it never felt real. But it’s definitely real now. It’s finally happening—Beth has a chance at a new lease on life.
I end the call and turn to Dameon, my eyes shining with tears. “It’s Beth,” I explain, my voice breaking. “There’s a match.”
“I heard.” His dazzling smile and those gorgeous dimples momentarily steal my breath away. Or perhaps it’s the overwhelming moment. Everything is happening so fast. He gently takes my trembling hands in his and brings them to his lips.
“Let’s go get your little sister.”
Chapter twenty-five
Hailee
