“I thought I was perfect,” I said with a grin.
“The perfect torture.” He kissed my nose. Pushing my knees back, Damien increased his speed. The friction was fantastic as my insides grew tight and my back arched. I held tight to his shoulders as I teetered on the brink of my orgasm.
Gasping for breath, my nerves exploded, setting off electrical charges throughout my body. The tendons in Damien’s neck stretched as he too found his release. Our hearts beat against one another’s as we steadied our breath and our heart rates returned to normal.
It was after our showers as I was dressing that Damien asked me about my meeting with Millie.
I looked at the clock. “It’s in an hour.”
“I hate not being with you. But I need to get to Sinclair Corporate.”
“Beta Kappa Phi is close. It’s why I bought this condo.”
“The bodyguards are starting today,” he said, looking at his phone. “I’ll text for one of them to drive you to your meeting and back to Corporate.”
Tilting my head, I sighed. “I was all right with the bodyguard thing in principle, but in reality…”
“In reality, Darius was here last night saying disgusting things. And Amber is a hot mess. We’re not taking any chances.”
“Fine,” I said. “I get the feeling there’s no arguing the point.”
“None,” he replied, knotting his tie.
I took a moment, as he donned his gray suit coat, to admire his reflection in the mirror beside mine. His navy stare met mine as his lips curled. “I like starting our day together.”
Nodding, I smiled. “I do too.” I turned toward him and took a step closer. Lifting my chin, I brushed his lips with mine. “And ending it. Will you drive me home or will one of the bodyguards?”
Damien wrapped his arm around my waist, tugging me closer. “You’ll have me.”
“My favorite.”
Damien picked up his phone from the vanity and read a text message.
“It seems Deidra will be picking you up in twenty minutes.”
“I wanted Eli.”
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re not getting Eli.” He gave me another chaste kiss. “I’ll see you at Corporate. Text me when you’re with Deidra and when you’re headed downtown.”
“That didn’t seem like an ask.”
He shook his head. “It wasn’t. Don’t poke the bear. Give me the sanity that comes with knowing you’re safe.”
After Damien left, I collected my things for the meeting with Millie. Mostly, I had my notes and the information I’d gathered on the coalition.
I was almost ready when the doorbell rang.
“This is my driver,” I said to Duchess. “Fancy.”
Opening the front door, I was met with a green stare, and not from the woman we’d interviewed. “Amber. Why are you here?”
“You’re sleeping with my husband. I think we need to talk.”
Still holding the door, I didn’t budge. “Your marriage isn’t legal. You know that.”
She scanned the solid door. “Don’t you see. You can help Damien get the permanent CEO position by accepting that he’s married.”
Before I could respond, another car pulled to the curb and a woman in a simple black suit emerged from the driver’s seat.