Page 30 of Call You Mine

I take a step toward her, forcing her to reach behind and steady herself on my desk. Her body shifts toward me and I takeher sudden distraction to position myself between her slightly parted thighs slowly pushing them apart with my knee.

“Your phone, you looked down at your phone and it’s like you saw a ghost.”

She inhales another sharp breath, her eyes looking behind me instead of directly at me. It pisses me off and I want to reach out and make her look me in the eye.

“That’s not true. I just realized I’m late,” she huffs, another bullshit excuse leaving her lips. “I have things to do, errands to run. My life doesn’t revolve around you, you know.”

Irritated by her denial, I do the one thing I shouldn’t do but can’t help. Without second guessing my actions, I grip her chin and bring her face to mine, pressing slightly harder than I should be to make her look me in the eye. “It does now, Princess.”

My mouth crashes down on hers, swallowing the lie which was surely about to leave her lips. She fights me for a split second before giving into the sensual assault, meeting every swipe of my tongue with one of her own. She eagerly opens wider for me, allowing me to taste her completely, my hands moving up her thigh beneath her dress, hitching it over her waist.

God her skin is so fucking smooth. Like silk underneath my fingertips as I grip her hips and lift her onto my desk, knocking down some papers and other shit I couldn't care less about. Her legs spread open for me, allowing me to settle between them, her fingers twisting into my hair as she forces my lips down closer to her.

She’s hungry, fucking ravenous trying to suck the life out of me with her mouth and my cock twitches aching to feel her sensual lips wrapped around it. My hand continues to move along her thigh, my fingers inching closer to that sweet spot I’m dying to touch. To taste. To fucking devour like I’m a starved man, and she’s my last meal.

“Damon,” she moans, my mouth turning up triumphantly as my name leaves her lips. I swallow her pleas with my mouth, my knuckles grazing at the wetness pooled between her thighs. Fuck she feels so good, so wet and ready for me to slip right inside her. I need to feel her come apart around my fingers.

Sliding her thong to one side, I insert a finger into her making her bite my lip in response. She grinds her hips forward, pressing her pussy against my palm trying to get me to apply more pressure to her clit.

Rubbing her clit, I push her legs as far as they can go, thrusting another finger in as I drop to my knees. My mouth finds her clit, my fingers curving to hit that spot I know will make her scream out in pleasure.

Her hands twist into my hair grabbing on as her hips move in a circular motion trying to feel my tongue as close as she can. It’s goddamn addictive. Her taste, her smell, the look in her eyes and the way she throws her head back as her orgasm builds. I run my chin along the inside of her thighs, scraping her porcelain skin and loving the way it turns red from the roughness of my growing beard.

I need her to come for me, to lose herself to the feeling of my mouth on her and my fingers inside. I continue to devour her licking my way around her clit, sucking it into my mouth as my fingers continue to thrust relentlessly inside her until she comes apart on my hand.

“Fuck, Damon I’m…”

“Let go baby,” I mutter, placing a soft kiss against her clit as she shamelessly comes for me, falling apart, her body trembling as her thighs clench around my head keeping me in place as she rides her orgasm out against me. I give her a few moments before I press another kiss between her thighs. “Sealed with a kiss,” I whisper, bringing my mouth back to hers and letting her taste herself on my tongue. “You’re mine now, Wynter.”

I pull back just in time to see lust gleam in the icy blue of her irises, but it fades just as quick as it came. Fury bubbles up inside her as she pushes me away as she hops off the desk and yanks her dress back down her thighs. Shame tints the apples of her cheeks when the realization of what she’s just allowed herself to do crashes into her like a wild wave of regret. The vulnerability she’s masterfully disguised for so long I’m sure she even believes no longer exists, appears shortly before she’s back to the impartial Ice Queen we all know and loathe.

“Only from four to nine right, and only for two months.” She throws my words back at me and the way she says them makes me almost regret the clause I added, but it needed to be done. Not only do I have other clients and a business to run, but spending every day with her from now until she decides this little game of hers is over, well I just know it won’t end well for either of us.

Especially if I drop to my knees in front of her every single time she’s in the goddamn room with me. Since our kiss the night of the wedding I haven’t been able to get her out of my damn mind. I stayed away for two whole fucking days, but today, I couldn’t help myself.

I need to get a hold on myself. This cannot happen again and I must do whatever it takes to make sure of it.

The day Scarlett and I ended whatever there was between us, I promised myself I would never again allow myself to be put in a position where I’d lose who I was. I became a possessive asshole and although I never would have dared hurt her. I wanted to control her. I needed to make sure she was safe at all times and that pushed her away and made her lose her trust in me.

From then on I swore I would never again allow any woman to have that kind of hold on me. It was the same one I know my father had on my mother. The moment the bastard left her, shortly after he found out she was pregnant, my mothercompletely lost herself. She became a shell of the woman she once was and Ruby and I suffered because of it, never able to have the relationship we deserved to have.

Driven by grief my mother fell to drugs, whoring herself out to pay for them, and neglected her two innocent children. We’re better for it. Because unlike Wynter who was given everything in life and then had it taken away, I started with nothing. Which means I had nothing to lose.

I hit rock bottom at six years old so I know there’s nothing in this world I could ever lose that would matter. My sister is the only person I’d kill for and I know the damn brat can take care of herself.

The only time I ever doubted what I’d promised myself was the night I slept with Wynter. That was when I realized this woman was far more dangerous than anyone I’d ever met because the way I felt when I woke up the next day with her in my arms, was the only time I felt tempted to lose myself.

Which meant Wynter Servite had the power to ruin me. And that meant I needed to keep her at arm’s length.

I was doing a shit job of it.

Shoving my hands into my pocket I realize the boundaries I tried to set were already being torn down. It’s impossible to stay away when she feels so goddamn perfect in my hands.

It takes everything in me to not reach down and taste her lips once again. Whatever just happened between us isn’t enough to satiate the need in me to once again claim her. If anything, it’s only made things worse.

I’ve never forgotten the taste of her lips, or the feel of her body pressed against me, but now, it’s the only fucking thing I can think about.

“Look,” I say, backing a few steps away from her, trying to put some distance between us. All I can smell is the decadent scent of her perfume combined with the addicting scent of herarousal and it’s making me dizzy with need. “You're right. It’s none of my goddamn business, but eventually this deflection of yours won’t be enough, Wyn.”

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