Page 47 of Unmasked

“Couldn’t you see us in this kitchen, Damian?” Lainey asked, loud enough so the agent could hear.

Her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief, hands knotted in front of her as she beamed at him. He shot her a look. What the hell did she think she was doing?

“We could make such a mess in this great big space.” She smiled at the agent, wrapping an arm around Damian and giving him an affectionate squeeze. “You know, I do most of the cooking at home.”

The agent arched a brow, her gaze sweeping over Lainey as one might inspect something on the bottom of their shoe. Lainey’s dress left miles of long, creamy leg on display, and her smudgy, sexy eye makeup was more suited to midnight than midday, but that didn’t give anyone the right to judge her.

“I’m sure you’ll find all the fittings here to be of the highest quality, Mr. McKnight,” the agent said, continuing to move through the room. “It would be a shame for a man like you to waste your money on something not up to standard.”

He didn’t miss the quick flick of the agent’s eyes toward Lainey. Luckily, she was too busy trailing her hand along the edge of the marble countertop and looking out at the view to take notice. Damian’s jaw clenched.

“I make it a point never to waste my time on things that don’t meet my standards. My fiancée knows I have very particular tastes.”

Lainey’s head shot up and she grinned at him. “Yes, dear. You are very particular.”

The agent looked at him in disbelief, her mouth popping open for a second before she snapped it shut and walked toward the lounge room. “The living area is open plan, as you can see, but there is an additional space for recreation. If you follow me through here...”

“Recreation, hmm?” Lainey tugged him after the agent. “That’s very important. We should make sure it will fit all our recreation...equipment.”

Damian stifled a laugh. The agent’s face had turned the deep shade of a tomato, and she scurried along in her heels, changing direction and gesturing for them to follow her to the bathroom. He knew it was wrong to pay the agent back for being a bitch...but it had been so long since he’d had any fun.

It was true. All work and no play had made him a very dull man indeed.

“You can see the bathroom is very generous. There’s a double shower and a deep tub. The towel racks are heated. You can control them with the switches here,” she babbled, unable to look either of them in the eye.

“Double shower would be great,” Lainey said in mock seriousness. “The last thing we want is to break the glass like we did at that holiday house.”

Damian smothered his laughter with a cough. “Yes, that was rather expensive.”

“We had fun, though, didn’t we?” She walked past him and brushed her hand brazenly along his crotch.

Unfortunately for Damian, while the words were joking, her touch had a very real effect on him. As she wandered out of the bathroom, she shook her hair out so that it tumbled unrestrained down her back, and his pants tightened considerably. That merest touch, a graze of her fingertips, had made him rock hard in an instant.

He followed Lainey into the master bedroom, watching her walk. The hem of her dress was borderline indecent, but she had such fantastic legs it would have been a crime for them to be hidden away. He was thrust into a memory. Last night. His lips on her, those smooth, perfect thighs parted for him. Only him.

“Is this a king-size bed?” Lainey asked the agent, who looked more than a little annoyed that she’d ended up dealing with his fiancée.

“Of course it is, ma’am.” The agent nodded stiffly.

“Please, don’t call me ma’am,” Lainey replied with a saccharine smile. “I’m way too young for that.”

If Damian had a drink he would have choked on it. Perhaps his earlier assumption that Lainey hadn’t noticed the older woman’s attitude toward her was incorrect. She seemed to be enjoying herself far too much.

Stop it, he mouthed at her.

As the agent made her way into the enormous walk-in closet, Damian grabbed Lainey by the arm. He brought his lips close enough to her ear that he brushed her earlobe as he spoke. “If there’s a report on some gossip site tomorrow that I enjoy dating young women, I’m going to blame you.”

She laughed, the deep, throaty sound sending whatever blood was left in his brain straight down to his cock. Turning her head, she batted her eyelashes at him. The bronzy smudges of makeup around her pale eyes wound him up even more. He wanted those eyes looking up at him while he drove into her mouth. He wanted to see her blink as he pressed between those lips. Pushing as far as he could, seeing how much she could take.

Stop that shit. Right. Now.

“I haven’t even told her how you like me to dress up as a schoolgirl yet,” she teased.

“Liar.” He squeezed her arm, pulling her tight against him. “Don’t. You. Dare.”

“Or what?” She blinked at him. “You’ll punish me?”

He wanted to press her up against the bedroom wall and kiss her until her knees gave out. “Don’t tempt me.”

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