Page 60 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

Chapter 8

Don’t panic. I need to talk to you as soon as possible.

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THOSE WORDS HAD MAIRIpanicking of course. Oh my God, what could make someone like Damen Leventis type those words?Don’t panic?Did that mean there was something she should be panicking about? Was that something causinghimto be secretly panicky about but just didn’t want to look less than manly in her eyes?

She almost jumped out of her chair in her haste, surprising JB. “I’m sorry, but I, umm, need to make an emergency call. Is that okay?”

JB’s gaze was concerned as he nodded. “Sure, don’t worry about me. Anything I can do?”

“I’ll let you know.” She was already backing away as she answered him. “Thank you so much for understanding. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” She spun around and hurried to the ladies’ room, not bothering to wait for his answer.

The ladies’ room was completely dark when she opened the door. It was strange, but she did not have time to think about it. She switched the light on even as she fumbled to get her phone out of her purse.

“Got you!” she exclaimed when her fingers came into contact with the familiar shape of her iPhone. She looked up and screamed.

Or at least she tried to.

Damen was there in front of her, and the moment she had opened her mouth, he kissed her. In the next second, he had swept her up in his arms, causing her phone and purse to clatter to the floor.

When he let her up for air, she demanded breathlessly, “What are you doing here?”

It was a question he was not ready or able to answer for now, and so Damen did the next best thing and that was to kiss her again, to both their satisfaction.

The door started to open and he moved fast, locking them inside one of the small cubicles and kicking her stuff – Mairi winced at this – inside with them by the time someone entered the room.

As they were in one of most expensive restaurants in town, everything was pristine and luxurious, the dark rose marbled walls shiny and scrubbed clean, with the cubicle’s thick and heavy door made of varnished wood.

When Damen pushed her against the door, Mairi’s legs still wrapped around his waist, the impact barely made a sound.

Motioning her to keep quiet with a finger to his lips, he inched her dress up to her waist. When his hand went to the edge of her panties, Mairi recovered from her shock and shook her head wildly.

What the hell was he thinking? JB – herdate– was still outside, waiting for her! Did he think—-

Damen yanked on her panties, tearing it apart instantly.

She moaned silently in shock, embarrassment, and excitement.

After stuffing it inside his pocket, he wasted no time dipping his fingers into her heat and was immediately rewarded with her beautiful honeyed wetness.

A gasp escaped her.

Outside, a woman asked a bit nervously, “Hello?”

Answer her,Damen mouthed with a wicked grin even as he started thrusting his fingers in and out of her.

“Hello?” the woman called out again, sounding even more nervous this time.

“S-sorry,” Mairi managed to croak out. “I’m having, umm, period cramps.” Damen chose to tease her clit then, forcing out another unexpected gasp from her.

She glared at Damen, but soon she was whimpering silently again as a completely unabashed Damen used his thumb to continue playing with her clit while his other fingers maintained its exquisitely rough pace.

Outside, the woman said, “Oh, I’m sorry! Is there anything I can do?”

“N-nothing...” Damen, the wicked man, had withdrawn his fingers and was licking them dry now. The look on his face, as if he was savoring her taste, made her shudder in pleasure, and her head fell back, slamming against the door.

Damen’s eyes widened in concern even as she yelped in startled pain.

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