Page 15 of Finding Emotion

His dick hardened despite his intentions. Damon didn’t understand why he reacted so strongly to her. He shook his head to clear it as he captured her gaze. “I’m not having sex with you.”

She smirked. “Don’t tell me you’re not into it. I swear you get hard as quick as a teenager.” She shifted again with a slight hum. “Though I have to say, your size is all man.”

His hands shifted to her waist, and he pushed her off of him. “I’m serious, Skylar. What happened on the jet wasn’t like me at all.” He rose from the couch, fastening up as he went despite how he ached.

“What, your groupies don’t give you blow jobs?” she asked, flopping back on the couch. “I guess that’s why you shot your load almost immediately.”

Damon flushed again at the reminder. “I’m not sure why that happened.” Though it had been a while since he’d given in to anyone who had shown interest in him. He took in Skylar’s posture, or lack thereof. Slumped over, she was mussed and sexy as hell. “You’re gorgeous, Skylar, and I won’t lie and say that had nothing to do with it.”

She didn’t smile at the compliment. Instead, she sighed. “I don’t need all that.” Her eyes closed. “Your time frame is getting shorter if you want any of this.” Her hands slid over her breasts and down between her legs.

“I don’t.” Damon knew it was part lie. Hell, her hands between her legs, even without rubbing herself, made him harder, and he was glad he’d gotten his zipper up already.

The lines were back at the corners of her eyes. With them shut, she looked exhausted, and he wondered where she’d been that night. It hadn’t been with her sister, at least according to Malcolm.

He moved back to sit next to her on the couch. His fingers drifted over the top of her thigh. Her leather pants were so tight they were like a second skin. “I really don’t expect anything from you, Skylar, but a part of me wouldn’t mind returning the favor from the plane.”

“What?” Skylar’s eyes popped open. She scooted away from him as she sat up. “Yeah, the dick part of you.”

“I’m serious about no sex. Sorry, I’m a relationship type of guy there.” He shrugged, using his standard line. He remembered the way she’d moaned during his massage. “I don’t mind other things, though, and would love to bring you to orgasm.” He hadn’t realized how true that was until he said it. Making her limp with his massage was what had gotten him so hard on the jet.

“I told you. I don’t need all that.” She moved away from him. “It’d probably take you too long, anyway.”

“I’m sure you’ll take longer than me. You’d have to.” He snorted in self-derision. “But it’d be an honor to watch you fall apart if you want that.”

Her nails dug into the couch cushions, and Damon frowned at the reaction.

“You said you wanted to talk. If fucking is out, talk already.” Skylar added a glare to the words. “I told you. I’m tired.”

Damon shifted away from her on the couch to give her more space. “I’m sorry about what happened on the plane. I was embarrassed and acted like a bastard afterward because of it.” He ran a hand over his hair. “Honestly, I’m not that casual with sex, so I felt a little mind-fucked.”

Her anger slipped back into a smirk. “I have that effect on guys.”

The twist in his stomach at being lumped in with everyone else was stupid. “You’re amazing, Skylar. Way out of my league, which is what has the media going apeshit over the idea that we’re together.” Damon shook his head as he realized them thinking it was unbelievable was the truest thing yet. “I’m still not sure what you get out of helping me like this.”

Skylar’s legs shifted under her, and she shrugged. “I don’t overthink things. It drives Mandy crazy. The host just kind of pissed me off, and it snowballed.” She snickered. “Did you catch her face when I planted that kiss on you?”

Damon had avoided most of the footage. “Hopefully it was worse than mine.”

She dragged out her phone, tapping on it before showing it to him. He barely glanced at it, taking in Skylar’s laugh and smile instead.

She turned it toward herself. “Yeah, the host looks a lot like someone I used to know. They’re both bitches.” Her sense of enjoyment fell, and Skylar looked tense again. “Me too, but at least I’m real about it.”

“I wouldn’t call you that.” Damon pulled his own leg up to turn to face her on the couch. “Whatever your reasons, you helped me out more than once now. So I owe you.” He waited, but she didn’t meet his eyes. “You can call in the favor whenever you want, for whatever you need.” He shook his head at how that sounded. “Well, anything besides sex.”

Skylar looked up. “You know, you’re kind of weird, Damon Lynch.”

“I get that,” he said. His hand moved to the top of the couch, needing something to clench while she studied him. He felt way too vulnerable under her watchful eyes. He was certain Skylar had already seen through to the dweeb inside.

“And you’re missing out. Sex with me is awesome.” She stretched as she stood.

“I don’t doubt it,” he said, unable to keep from looking at her. Skylar was more rock star than he would ever be, and part of him wanted to grab hold of that.

“Let’s hash out the breakup with Mandy and Johnny later,” she said with a yawn.

“It’s Jimmy,” he corrected. He felt kind of bad for his manager. Her flirting must have been only to pass the time.

“Oh yeah.” She nodded, heading toward one of the bedrooms. She paused with the door open. “Just to be clear, your ticket has expired. Crash wherever, but don’t try to sneak in here with me after this.”

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