Page 226 of Taeja

He nodded and went upstairs, showered, then grabbed a lavender oil bottle and towel before returning downstairs. “Come here.”

Taeja’s brows raised. “What? No. Mi need fi study—”

“I’ve been helping you study all week, and Gavin told me you spent your entire lunch with your head buried in a book. You’ve told me before that breaks are important, so come take a break.”

Taeja sighed. “Okay…”

He helped her to her feet and led her to the dining hall.

Taeja chuckled. “You’ll have to buy a new dining table again.”

He shrugged as he helped her out of Zain’s oversized shirt. “Buy us a massage table. You have my card info.”

“And Zain’s,” she added.

“You must feel like the luckiest girl in the world, huh?”

Taeja nodded with a bright smile. “I do.”

Damon chuckled, patting the table. “Hop up.”

Taeja was about to when she paused. “Wait.” She ran off. She returned a moment later with the speaker and her phone.

Damon glared as she played some music. “Seriously, Taeja?”

She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, and his eyes drifted to them. “Baby! Mi tired fi tell yu mi namebaby!”

“You’re not acting like my baby right now,” Damon countered, and Taeja pouted, looking away from him. He tapped the table. “Hop up… baby.”

Her hands slackened as her face brightened. She obeyed his order while resuming the music. She set the phone aside, then adjusted herself comfortably on her front. “It’s my favorite song by Kirone Tyke. It’s going to set the mood.”

“Mhm,” he hummed, annoyed by the man’s voice filling the room. All Damon could imagine was Kirone’s dirty hands all over his woman.

Grabbing the bottle of lavender oil, he doused his hands in it before getting to work.

Taeja released a sigh. “I didn’t know you could give massages.”

“I can’t. I remember what you did to me.”

She smiled. “Told you I have magic fingers.”

Remembering how her fingers gently roamed his skin and how skillfully she stroked his dick, Damon smirked. “You do.”

Taeja hummed, turning onto her back.

“Just close your eyes and enjoy it,” Damon coaxed, and she did.

Looking away from her face, his eyes roamed the features of her petite body. From her brown nipples… Flat abdomen… Fat pussy… Smooth legs.

Taeja was a work of art. One he wanted to savor slowly until all the contours of her perfect body were engraved into the depths of his mind.

Dousing his hands in some more lavender oil, he palmed her breasts, kneading them gently and watching her nipples harden. Her breasts were soft in his hand, the skin smoother than he remembered it ever being.

Slowly, he trailed his hands from her breasts and along her arms. He took her hand in his, placing a kiss on each knuckle like she had done to him. The hair on her skin raised right before his eyes, and it excited him.

Moving around the table, he repeated the actions to the next hand. One. Two. Three… Five feather-light kisses on her delicate skin.

Damon moved around the table again, climbing onto it this time. He kneltbetween her legs and took her feet by the ankles. Spreading her legs wide, he brought his head down and the tip of his tongue grazed her clit.

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