Page 83 of Remembering Passion

His smile grew. “I’m not the only one who’s guilty.”

“No, you’re not. I wouldn’t have spent the night in here if I didn’t want to.”

“I’m glad you did.” He leaned over and brushed my lips with his. Keeping his nose close to mine, he lowered his tone and slowed his timbre. “Waking up to your hand on my cock was like a fucking dream.”

The memory flooded my body with endorphins.

“Oh, baby,” Damien growled as he rolled from his side to his back.

My hand moved up and down, feeling the way his cock hardened under my grasp. The dark room filled with a litany of cuss words and praises when I licked the tip, slurping the moisture from the end. It was as I climbed over Damien that his vocabulary became even more articulate and downright dirty. Positioning myself to take him for the nth time during the night, I eased myself down, stretching my muscles until I was as full as humanly possible.

My knees ached as I moved at a slower rhythm than was Damien’s normal.

Soon, his large hands encircled my waist, lifting and pressing.

I may have been on top, but there was no doubt who was choreographing the performance.

With Damien, there was nothing wrong with handing him the reins. The man was gifted at more than business.

My cheeks warmed. “You would think we would have been worn out.”

“If you’re willing to shower here, I can prove I’m not.”

“All my things are back in my room.”

He jutted his chin toward his lap, and I laughed at the tented sheets.

“You can’t leave me like this.”

“No one ever died of an unsatisfied erection.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. “This would be a bad time to learn it was fatal.”

I reluctantly pushed back the blankets and moved to the edge of the big bed, looking for my clothes. Shaking my head, I let out a giggle. “Oh my God. I don’t have any clothes here. Just the coat.” Standing, my body reminded me of all we’d done throughout the night. I picked up the pink coat.

“Best damn business purchase I ever made.”

As I wrapped the coat around me, the soft lining felt cool against my skin. Tying the belt, I looked over at the way Damien was watching my every move. “Lucky for you, it was fifty percent off.”

Damien stood, fully nude, his erection bouncing. “I’m going to have it dipped in gold and made into a statue in my house. Better yet, in the foyer of Sinclair. Everyone will see it and only the two of us will know its true meaning. We’ll tell them it was made by some famous artist, and I couldn’t resist it.”

I felt down in the pockets finding my key card. “Let me know what Julia thinks.”

He came closer. “I’ll call for room service and have breakfast brought to your room. Once I shower and take care of what you left unattended, I’ll come down.”

I shook my head. “Now I’m going to be thinking about you jacking off in the shower.”

His smile simmered as a gleam filled his blue orbs. “That’s exactly what I want you to think about.”

As I started to walk toward the door with my shoes in one hand, Damien grabbed my other hand and spun me toward him. I bumped against his solid chest. The wool coat shielded me from other protruding body parts. I stared up into the blue abyss. “Yes?”

“I want you to know—before we’re dressed and back to professional mode—that while everyone else at today’s meeting will be thinking about what you’re saying, I’ll be thinking about how spectacular you were.” He lifted the hand he was holding. “How good this feels on my cock and the way your tits swing when you ride me.”

I closed my eyes for a moment before refocusing on him. “Are you trying to distract me?”

“I want you to understand that while no matter the tone of the room, I’ll be wearing a perpetual smile.”

He kissed me. The contact lingered long enough to twist my core, but not like we’d kissed throughout the night.

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