Page 32 of Billionaire's Second Chance

Step back, Ava.

“I needyou, Rose,” his eyes swimming in honesty, he called me by his lead character's name.

I swallowed. The lump that had formed in my throat didn't go away. It blocked my airways, and my head became light. I had frozen in my place, neither here nor there. Neither accepting his plea nor denying it.

“Ava, there's something you're not telling me. I can see it on your face,” he confronted me, his hand tightening its grip over mine.

“I leaked the picture of you and Lily to the tabloids,” I blurted, stepping away from him.

Damon also pulled away from me. One of his eyebrows rose higher than the other. I exhaled. He looked surprised but not broken. Curious, but not angry.

He glanced over his shoulder to a fully-stocked bar, then back at me. He held my hand and walked me to the bar, then got behind it and poured himself a generous serving of whiskey.

"What's your poison?" He asked me calmly as if I hadn't just told him it was me who caused the PR mess of his life.

"I'll pass," I muttered.

I thought he needed a drink more than I did, anyway.

He took one swig from the glass, downing a large gulp of the soothing, gold liquid, his eyes fixated on mine the entire time.

“Ava?” He raised his voice to signify a question.

"Yes," I responded meekly, still waiting for a storm of anger to pour on me.

"I don't think you understood me," he continued calmly. "Youaremy Rose. There's not a single thing you can say or do that will change my mind."

With that, he walked around the bar toward me. His hand slid around the back of my neck, burying his fingers in my hair. He didn't kiss me. He simply looked at me, searching my eyes for validation.

"What would Rose do?" He asked, a cocky smile spreading over his lips.

I stared at him, remembering every moment of that one-night stand. The pleasure I had felt then was etched into my mind, and my body yearned for it again. He wanted me to be Rose, but tonight I was Ava. An Ava he hadn't met before.

Suddenly, I felt as if a projector were shining over me, blurring out the rest of the world and the judgmental audience of life. It was just me, Ava Sage, and him, the man I hadn't stopped fantasizing about for years, Damon Alexander.

What would Ava do?

My arms left the sides of my body where they had been frozen all night. They reached around his waist and pulled his muscular body toward mine. Our lips locked like two desperate magnets that had been away from each other for too long. His tongue filled my mouth, making my groins pulsate with anticipation of him inside me.

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Damon

Iliftedthetightblack dress up to free up her thighs, sat her on the barstool, and pressed my body against hers. Now her face was level with mine as she answered my passion with her juicy kisses.

I paused and watched patiently as her gentle, manicured fingers gracefully unbuttoned my shirt. Her eyes darted up and down, checking my reaction. I bit my lip when the final button flew open, and her hands unveiled my chest, sliding the shirt off my shoulders and onto the floor.

Next, her fingers reached for my belt, but I stopped them. I grabbed her hands and lifted them over her head while I slowly peeled the tight black dress up her waist, toned abs, and over her perfectly round, plump breasts, hanging free, nipples erect.

Her arms eased down. I leaned closer, spreading her legs around my waist. Electricity buzzed through our naked, beating chests at the skin-to-skin sensation. Our hardened nipples brushed past each other, sending shockwaves of pleasure through our bodies.

I held her chin and kissed her sloppily, her saliva and mine forming an ocean in our mouths. Then I licked two of my fingers, pulled her panties to the side, and slid them inside. Her mouth flew open, and a shriek of pleasure escaped it.

"I've been dreaming about this since you walked into my audition," I confessed, vulnerable and eager to have her.

Her eyes widened and then rolled back as I worked my fingers inside her.

"You have?" She moaned.

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