Page 10 of Rekindling Desire

“You look radiant.” Damien leaned back, his gaze going over my butt. “Nice ass. No wet spot.”

I shook my head. “There is. I feel it.”

I felt more than the moisture. My core was reeling from the ferocity of Damien’s thrusts, and I was pretty sure my hips would be black-and-blue from the pounding against the sink. That didn’t mean I wasn’t also satisfied. I was—thoroughly. The anxiousness I felt as we arrived, the shock at Darius and Amber’s announcement, and my qualms about our ceremony were literally fucked out of me.

He smiled. “Good.”

Spinning toward him, I bathed in the glow of his smile. It was much better than the vibes he radiated on the plane and during our arrival. Lifting my hand to his cheek, I said, “You’re obnoxiously confident.”

Taking a few steps, Damien backed me up until my shoulders collided with the tile wall. “I’m confident that knowing my come is inside you makes me hard.” His menacing smile grew. “I like the idea of it there—on you, your thighs…and the other night, all over your stomach and tits.”

After the orgasm I’d just had, it seemed impossible for Damien to take me from satiated to horny in a matter of seconds, but if I was honest with myself, his cocky response was turning the dial, twisting my insides, and reminding me how great it felt to be at his side. Swallowing, I feigned being unaffected. “If you’re trying to get me pregnant, it won’t work.” I ran my hand over my left shoulder. “I still have the implant.”

“When is it due to be replaced?”

Squinting my eyes, I tried to remember. “End of this year.”

The blue of his eyes twinkled. “Coincidental timing.”

“One step at a time.”

Taking a step back, Damien removed his phone from his jean pocket and typed out a text. His navy stare met mine. “I’m texting Dani. If nothing has happened with Dad, I say we go to the cafeteria and by the time we return, the hickey I left on your neck won’t be as red.”

“What?” I said loudly, spinning toward the mirror and lifting my hair. My eyes searched my reflection.

“I’m kidding.”

His phone buzzed.

He shook his head. “Nothing new. Let’s go get a cup of coffee.”

As I turned to unlock the door, a rush of heat washed through me. “What if someone sees us coming from this bathroom together?”

“They’ll obviously know we fucked.”

“Wait. What? There could be other reasons that the two of us…” No, he was right. They would know. “Okay, stay in here. I’m going out first.”

Damien reached for my hand. “We’re walking out of here together with our heads held high. You, my dear, have the unique ability to calm me. You did that because before we came in here, I was ready to punch my brother. Your method of calming me is no one else’s business.” He left a kiss on the top of my head.

My chest warmed with his assessment.

I’d calmed him.

A romp in a public bathroom was a small price, especially with the orgasm I had, when it came to seeing his sexy smirk.

“Here goes,” I said, turning the bolt and opening the door.

After I peered out right and then left, the empty hallways filled me with a sigh of relief.

Damien led me toward the elevators. With his hand in the small of my back, we waited for an elevator.

“There you are. You both disappeared.”

The two of us turned to Damien’s sister.

“I just texted you. Has anything changed?” Damien asked.

“Nothing about Dad. I checked on Mom. She’s obviously stressed. Could I talk to you two?” She looked around. “Privately?”

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