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“What’s that supposed to mean?” I look down at her head.

“Everyone has a weak spot and it's only a matter of time before I find it.” Lea straightens her posture. She flips her hair behind her, pursing her lips. “Now, where’s King?”

There’s relief spreading through my chest, my breath coming back to me. That one simple question quells the fear in my mind. If she doesn’t know where Damien is she didn’t hear us after all.

“Damien? Is that your weak spot Lea?” I give her a snarky smirk, one I’ve learned since coming to Eden. “Cause he seems very interested in my spots too. And he hits them real good.” I make sure to nudge her with my shoulder when I walk by.

Inside the suite, I pass the full-size kitchen with the bar, trays of snacks and hor d’oeuvres. I'm heading for the long hallway and I don't stop until I find an empty bedroom.

When I'm positive there's no one inside, I flop on the bed with a bounce on the mattress. It’s soft and cushiony and I’m much more comfortable in here than out there with people that will never respect me. Unscrewing the top of the whiskey bottle, I bring it to my mouth, pouring the liquid down my throat.

Damien King isn’t interested in me. Not for real. Sure he said he was but he’s used to saying things to get his way. Whatever favours they get from these deals are much bigger than me. Much bigger than whatever relationship I thought Damien and I had. While I should be more interested in what these favours are, right now, I’m too bummed out.

There’s a knock on the door and I like I summoned him back to existence, Damien’s voice comes through, “Jo?”

“Go away,” I yell at the door. “I’ll be there when Isaac needs me.”

He doesn’t listen. I’m hardly through my words before he’s opening the door. He doesn’t close it when he comes in, but it's enough for us to have a bit of privacy.

“He doesn’t need you,” he says, sitting on the edge of the bed, the mattress making a dip under his weight.

“What do you mean?” I sit up, wiping my mouth.

He shrugs, “Don’t do the job today.”

“What?” I’m confused. “What about the money? The favour?”

“That can wait.” He takes the bottle from my hand and I watch as he brings it to his lips. He runs his tongue along the opening before taking a swig. It reminds me of how he uses that tongue on my body, a spark bursting in my core. Leaning back on his forearms, his eyes rake me from head to toe. “Tonight, let’s relax.”

I raise an eyebrow, taking the bottle back. “You mean, you want to hang out with your friends."

His eyes hit the ceiling. “Fuck, Medusa. Sometimes you come off daft for a girl this smart." Taking the bottle out of my hand he puts it on the hardwood underneath us. "I want to hang out with you. Don't make me spell it out.” Moving on top of me, he tugs at my straps. “Fuck my friends.” Leaning in, his lips brush mine. “And fuck that job.”

When his lips land on my neck, I’m like a Jo puree. Like clay in his hold, his cold hand gliding up and between my legs. “What are we doing, Damien?” I hate that my breath is already heavy, but he can't distract me this time.

“I’m about to make you scream my name.” His fingers move up to my underwear but I stop him. He growls a warning, “Jo…”

“Answer my question.” I find his gaze and he locks with mine for a moment before he pulls on the other strap.

Ignoring my question again, he starts a trail of kisses from my neck to my chest. His pecks send tingles from my core to my centre and the further he goes the easier it is to forget what I'm mad about. I'm lost in his touch, his teeth tugging on my panties, my fingers through his hair. He presses his tongue against my mound and I clench to his strands. Looking up at me, he smirks. “You sure you don’t want me to finish what I’ve started?”

"Not until you answer my question." Balancing on my elbows I lift an eyebrow. "What are we?”

“You’re whatever I want you to be and right now that’s spread on this bed.”

Why can’t he just admit it? “Are you into me?” I don’t back down. “Or am I just your drug mule? A game to you?"

“You’re not an idiot, Jo.” He trails a finger down my leg. “You should know I’m done playing games.”

“How am I supposed to know that?” I hope he knows how hard it is to have this conversation with his head between my legs. I deserve a medal for my resilience. “You only seem to notice me when you want something.”

"Hm,” Damien pauses, his eyes narrowing at my face. “Looks like I have to show you how bad I want you." He doesn’t wait for me to answer before he plunges his tongue between my folds. He speaks between my legs, vibrations on my skin. "And when I'm done, you're not going to want anyone else."

The way he’s moving his tongue shows me he’s hungrier than usual and when he pushes into my dripping hole, I’m his. I can’t find any more words. I just want to feel him.

I’m completely naked by the time I’m bucking against his face. His strong hands sliding up under my ass. He’s cupping my cheeks, completely locked on my centre. With nowhere to go, his tongue lashing against my clit, I'm already feeling a release rolling in. We've been like this enough times for him to know just how to make me explode.

“Damien?”

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