Lydia had never gone bareback either, never even considered it. But here she was, thinking about it. Damian was already so deep inside her, skin to skin. She felt every hot inch of him inside, nothing separating them. The thought of asking him to put something between them made her want to scream.
No. That wasn’t an option for them.
“Don’t stop. I want to feel your cum inside me.” Lydia cupped his face in her hands, making sure his gaze locked with hers. “I’ve never gone without a condom. Never. This will be just ours.”
Damian growled. She could feel the vibrations starting low in his belly and rolling up through his body to burst out from his lips a moment before he claimed Lydia’s mouth. The kiss matched the slow tempo of his hips but somehow turned out more intense than anything Lydia had ever experienced. Their tongues danced together, sliding and tasting. She loved the hint of her own flavor still left on his tongue. He moaned as she bit at his lower lip.
Through it all, Damian kept his agonizingly slow push and retreat from her pulsing channel. Once again, he didn’t rely on the kink he had witnessed her enjoy at the club. There was no racing toward the edge, then backing off. But it wasn’t the fast, hard drive to release he’d given her with his mouth. This was different altogether. Each glide of his cock pressed against delicious nerves inside her, rubbing them into a near frenzied state. She mourned his loss each time he pulled out almost to the tip, then welcomed him back for every thrust in.
For the first time in her life, Lydia let go. Let herself feel everything and give Damian everything back in return. There were no games now, no detached arousal. The closer they both climbed toward their mutual peaks, the more they slid their hands to take in every inch of skin, to make sure they touched it all. The rippling muscles in his back beaded with sweat, and Lydia used it to smooth her way down to grip his ass. With every forward thrust, she pulled him toward her, trying to get him just that little bit closer.
Even while keeping his pace, his hips began to snap up at the end, hitting a new place deep inside her that had her eyes rolling back, had her shouting to the ceiling, begging to come. She didn’t beg; it wasn’t her thing. Even as she hung from cuffs on a wall for hours upon hours of foreplay, she never once begged. Thirty minutes of missionary sex with Damian, and she begged for him to make her come.
“Wait for me, sweetheart. I want us to go together.” The force of his thrusts increased, and though she could tell he tried to keep the slow, intimate pace he had set, the wild man inside began to emerge, wanting to fuck, to dominate. But he held it in check, stayed with her in the moment, just the two of them. “Goddamn, you feel so fucking good. Like a place I’ve been missing my whole life.”
“Please, Damian. Make me come. Fill me up. Please.”
One last thrust and Damian stilled. Lydia gripped his ass, holding him against her as every tightly wound nerve ending in her body suddenly contracted, then released. She clung to him as the orgasm overwhelmed her senses, held to him like an anchor in a wild sea. And he clung to her as well. Their foreheads pressed together, their lips a fraction of an inch away from each other.
Damian’s hot breath bathed Lydia’s pulsing flesh, spurring her orgasm higher, until slowly their heart rates calmed, coming back to normal. “Jesus, I could do that all day.”
Lydia smiled, nuzzling her face into his neck, almost embarrassed at how she had let herself go. “That would be nice, but I need to eat at some point.”
Damian slid his spent cock from Lydia’s body, making them both groan. “I was so busy enjoying my breakfast, I forgot to make you something.” He winked at her and rolled to the edge of the mattress. “Stay here. I’ll bring it in.”
With a gentle kiss, he climbed from the bed and strode out of the room bare-ass naked. It was truly a vision. Lydia turned onto her side, reaching for her cell phone to check in on her email. It might be Saturday, but that didn’t mean she could just kick back and relax. There were research reports to read over, projections to analyze, and marketing campaigns to critique, all before she stepped foot into the office again on Monday.
Not finding her cell on the bedside table, where she could have sworn she’d left it the night before, she went in search of her purse, thinking it might still be there. But she came up empty-handed. Her search turned up a huge walk-in closet filled with clothes in her size, all bought by Damian of course. But no cell phone. Eventually, the purse materialized in a drawer, next to a number of other purses she knew for a fact were on back order from their designers, but the cell phone wasn’t there either.
Confused, Lydia slid on a pair of fresh panties from the dresser full of La Perla lingerie in the closet, along with a matching negligee. The endorphins from the sexiest wake-up call in her life were gradually leaving her body, leaving her irritated with herself for allowing a man she barely knew so deep beneath her skin. What had she been thinking? Twenty-four hours ago, Damian waltzed into her office demanding she spend two weeks with him in exchange for keeping his mouth shut, and she just fell in line?
The more she stomped around in search of her cell phone, which was vital to her life and her business, the more pissed off she got. He thought he could come in and bully her. And she almost let him.
After searching the bedroom and bathroom once again, she made her way down the hall to an office, which must have been his. A sleek desk sat against a window facing out onto the already buzzing streets below. Three monitors were set up, along with an elaborate keyboard and a wireless mouse. And next to that, her phone. Plugged into the computer. Red covered her vision. Was he hacking her phone?
As she unplugged her phone, her hand brushed up against the mouse, waking the screens up from their hibernation. She could place the spreadsheets open on his desktop anywhere. They were the quarterly earnings reports for the past two years of her company’s existence. On the far right screen sat an email from someone named Brant.
Right, dude, I’m so sure you’re going to give up your life of hopping from bed full of women to bed full of women for one chick. And you’re coming out of retirement to take over her company? What, does this woman have straight-up gold between her pussy lips? We both know no matter what she has between her thighs, you’ll be sick of her and back to Zion in no time. But I suppose you’ll have a couple million to add to your bank account when it is all said and done, and that ain’t bad. You always were a shark.
What the hell? He was going to take over her company? The memory of his eyes taking her in as he hovered above her just moments ago shoved itself unwanted into her mind. Those weren’t the eyes of a man blackmailing a woman or planning to ruin her life and livelihood. That was the gaze of a man in love. But that was impossible. Love didn’t start with secrets and manipulations. Not that she would know. She’d never had a shining example of love in her life.
A revolving door of men had been in and out of her mother’s bedroom. Lydia had never known her father, doubted her mother even knew exactly who he was. Even so, her mom had been good to her. They were friends more than mother and daughter. But her childhood had left her with a low opinion of men in general. It was why she had always kept things on the surface with the opposite sex. She didn’t need them to be happy.
Really, she should be thanking Damian for teaching her a very important lesson. The eyes could lie. He’d been doing it all night.
