Page 83 of Rekindling Desire

Damien pulled me closer, flattening my breasts against his chest as his other hand slid behind my neck. Our lips collided seconds before his tongue teased mine. I willingly granted him entrance. He tasted of toothpaste and my body warmed, melding against his. Soft against hard, our attraction was combustible. The more time we spent together, the less ability either one had to keep our hands off one another.

A small spark could ignite a raging wildfire.

When Damien pulled away, he lifted his eyebrows. “Not as hot?”

My cheeks rose in a smile. “I was wrong. If you were any hotter, I may end up being burned.”

“Fire play. I’ve never done that.”

“No,” I said definitely. “And we won’t.”

“I think this news is worthy of a celebration.”

I turned toward my desk. “Well, it’s after five o’clock, and I was just thinking about going home and—”

Damien’s lips met mine.

“I love when you call our house home.”

“It’s Duchess’s fault. She’s gotten used to more space and well…she’s spoiled.”

“Spoiling pussies is my favorite thing to do. Tonight, I’m taking my fiancée out on the town and tomorrow, we can wed.”

“Oh no. After explaining the whole mess to our mothers, they made me promise a real wedding.”

Damien cupped my cheek. “You deserve the best wedding ever.”

Over an hour later, back at home, Damien was in his downstairs office, and I was upstairs, getting ready for our celebratory dinner. In the month since Duchess made her unexpected move to the big house, many of my clothes and personal items had followed.

Eventually, we’ll put the condo up for sale. I was holding onto it out of fear for what Amber may do. Remarkably, she’d kept her word and not fought the annulment. I think her reasoning was similar to her mother’s. They knew that if the whole story got out, they would be the ones who were cast in an unflattering light.

Now that the annulment had been granted, we were a step closer.

Wearing a towel, following my quick shower, I stood in the large closet—basically the size of my bedroom in the condo—deciding what to wear. I ran my fingers over the dresses that seemed to multiply while we were at work. I’d complained at first, but Damien convinced me that he did enjoy dressing me. A deep-blue dress caught my eye.

The tags were still attached.

Refusing to look at the price, I lifted the dress in front of me in the full-length mirror, thinking how spectacular his shopper was, even better than I was at getting my size right. Truthfully, I wasn’t a big shopper. If buying me clothes made Damien happy, and at the same time kept me out of the shops, it was a win-win situation.

Damien met me in the bathroom as I was applying lipstick.

“I just spoke to Julia. I think I know your confidential news.”

I met his stare in the mirror. “Moon Medical.”

Damien nodded as he stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, peering at us in the reflection. “You’re gorgeous, Ella. That dress makes your eyes shine.”

Spinning in his grasp, I undid his tie. “I saw a blue tie in the closet that will match.”

Damien’s grin grew. “Are you dressing me now?”

“Currently, I’m undressing you.” I pulled the tie from his collar. “But yes, I like dressing you, too.”

As we were about to go into the garage, I paused and opened my small purse. “I have something for you.”

“A gift?”

“Yes, celebrating your annulment.” I handed him the lace panties I’d taken off after work, not replacing them for our night out.

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