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Damon’s face lit up before he disappeared into his room, leaving me in my kitchen with Maverick and those exposed forearms of his.He wore a long-sleeve Henley like he often did, but had shoved up the sleeves.God damn, that was a good look.
“You’re looking at me like a lion looks at a gazelle on the savannah,” he said, playfulness in his voice.
I swallowed and licked my lips.“Thank you for involving him.This means so much to … both of us.He’s learning a lot.”
We were alone, but he glanced toward the bedrooms for a moment before bracketing me against the counter like he had earlier.I was dressed now, in loose-fitting trousers and a black T-shirt.His hands slid between where my waistband and hem met, brushing against my skin and making my body ignite with heat.“How do you feel about me spending the night?”he asked, his voice low and rough.
I blinked up at him.While I’d love nothing more than to spend all night getting hammered into my mattress as my body shook relentlessly with orgasms, I remained hesitant because of the kids.
He could see that hesitation in my eyes and nodded.“Not yet.I get it.”
Sighing, I dropped my gaze to his chest.“It’s only been three days.”
“It’s been eight years for me.Eight years of longing, three days of living out the fantasy.But I get it.And it’s okay.We’re not in a rush.”His thumbs rubbed back and forth over my hipbones in a hypnotic slide, causing my eyes to flutter shut.I leaned forward and rested my forehead against his chin.He kissed the top of my head.“Just do me a favor?”
“Hmm?”
“Carve out some time today where you can sit on my face, please?That’s all I ask.”
I glanced up at him, and those light-blue eyes with the flecks of gold shimmered back at me.
My core tightened and my clit throbbed.“I’ll figure something out.”
His hand slid down and he patted my butt.“Good girl.”Then he left me standing there, drenched between the legs, heart pounding, breath shallow.“I’m going to go see a man about learning how to blow glass.I’ll see you later.”And with a wink, he was gone.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Maverick
Wedecidedtodropthe first podcast—my interview with Man—the following Friday.With the one with Roman to come out the Friday after that, and my one with Jagger the Friday after that.Since Damon still had schoolwork, I didn’t want him spending all of his time working for me, even though he said he enjoyed it.We also queued up several more interviews with other athletes I knew from the industry, as well as a few other islanders that Jagger suggested.
It was Thursday night, and Gabrielle and I had just finished a two-hour session in my cabin.Six orgasms from her, three from me, and we were both sweaty, breathless, and exhausted.
“You nervous about the podcast tomorrow?”she asked, returning to the bedroom, naked and confident in her own skin after using the washroom.She had two glasses of water with her.
“Very,” I said, taking one cup from her.“I know what I’m doing is good.That it’s the right thing to do, but it’s still really terrifying.”
She climbed back onto the bed and pulled the covers up over her breasts—much to my dismay.“Well, I think you’re going to do amazingly well.I’ll be honest, I kind of eavesdropped outside my office door when you guys interviewed Roman, and I thought what you discussed was real and raw, and absolutely needs to be heard.”
“Even the stuff that kind of skirted the edge of me pleasing Damon’s mother in bed?”I quirked one brow at her.
“While that was a little awkward, Damon’s fourteen.He’s … sexually aware.”
“That’s a diplomatic way to put that he spends too long in the shower.”
“I thought so.”
We both snorted and sipped our water.
“Are you nervous about presenting to the Island Elders Council tomorrow?”
Sipping her water, she glanced at me sideways.“I should be.And honestly, I’m stressing out that I’m not.”She turned to face me, dead-on, a calmness over her that I only saw in fleeting instances.“But I’m not.We have a solid proposal.A worthwhile plan for the land, and now that we’re not butting heads with the McEvoys, but working with them, I think our idea is better than ever.We have a real chance at winning this.”
I reached for her hand, smiling as I laced our fingers together.“Go on a date with me,” I said, just as she was about to swallow another sip of water.So of course, that made her choke, and I had to hammer my fist on her back as she coughed and struggled for her life.“Sorry,” I said with a chuckle, when we determined she was, in fact,notgoing to die.
“It’s … it’s okay.”She blinked through the water that welled up in her eyes.“Uh … a date where?”
“I have another cheese making workshop on Saturday and it’s for two people.Go with me.”
