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“All of the above,” he says with his back to me.

“What does that mean?”

“It means”—he turns around and walks over to me—“tonight, I want to do all of the above to you. I want to fire you, to punish you, to bend you over this counter and fuck some sense into you.” He grips the back of my neck again. “Tell me,” he pleads. “Tell me why you won’t tell your family about Chad.”

I stare at him, his chest rising and falling with his rapid breaths, and it hits me. He thinks it’s because I’m still in love with him. “I wasn’t lying; I’m not in love with him,” I say and my eyes search his for relief.

“Do you still want him?” he says, his eyes falling to my lips.

“No.” And before I can get the words out, his lips are on mine and his fingers are tangled in my hair. His kiss is hungry and needy, his lips covering mine as his tongue explores mine. Thrusting, massaging against mine as I feel him grow hard against me.

“Stop,” I say as I step away from him.

“You don’t have to do this; there’s nobody around to convince that we’re a couple or in love. I’m not in love with Chad. I’m totally over him but it feels childish to throw a tantrum with my family and ask them to choose me over him. It makes me feel pathetic, like the fact that I have to even ask my family for this just makes me feel less than. Why can’t they see that it hurts me? Why can’t they understand that it’s just fucking weird to still have your ex-boyfriend hanging around all the damn time.” I wipe away at the tear that falls from my eye and tumbles down my cheek. “I know it’s even more pathetic that I complain about it but yet do nothing about it. I guess I felt that in time, they’d naturally grow apart. Then when he showed up with her, it just snowballed and now they all get along and I feel like the asshole that comes in and breaks it all up because my feelings are hurt. I just want to get over it and not fucking care. I’m so tired of feeling like the outsider in my own damn family.”

We stand in silence for several seconds before Damon walks to me again. This time he doesn’t hesitate. He pulls me in to continue the kiss, lifting me onto the counter again.

“I’m not trying to convince anyone that we’re a couple right now.” He grabs my hand, bringing it down to his crotch to feel his cock ready to tear through the zipper of his jeans. “I’m doing this because I fucking want you.”

9

DAMON

I rest my forehead against Kate’s as I feel her squeeze my cock in her palm. I can see her heart beating in the small, fleshy dip at the base of her throat.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about the way your lips taste, wanting to feel them against mine again.” I lean in and kiss her softly. “Every time you run your smart mouth, I want to teach you a lesson you won’t forget.” I kiss her again. “Every time you look angry, frustrated, or stressed, I want to ravish your body so all you can focus on is the pleasure running through you.” This time I don’t stop kissing her.

I place a hand on either side of her face, angling her mouth so I can deepen the kiss. She moans against my lips as her hands unbutton my jeans and slowly lower my zipper. My heart feels like it’s about to beat out of my chest in anticipation of feeling her fingers wrapped around me. She doesn’t hesitate; she slips her hand beneath the waistband of my jeans and boxers, gripping my cock. She pumps it once, twice, and I break the kiss to let out a groan.

“Fuuuuuck.” My head lulls back as she continues to pump her hand up and down my rigid length. How can something so simple feel better than any fuck I’ve experienced? I steady my eyes on hers as I lean forward, placing my hand on the mirror behind her as I tip her chin upward.

“You’ve had me so fucking worked up for days,” I whisper against her lips before kissing her. I reach my hands down and grip the edge of her sweater. I don’t want her to stop what she’s doing but I need her naked now. “Put your arms up,” I say and she complies. I lift the sweater over her head and look down at her nude lace bra, her perfect tits spilling over the top of it. I’m about to lean down and pull one of the cups down when I look at her. “You’re not talking, Kate. What do you want?” She stares at me for a moment.

“Take your shirt off,” she says, reaching forward and undoing the buttons of my shirt. She gets three undone before I impatiently pull it over my head. I watch her eyes as they scan my naked chest. A small smile spreads across her lips, and then she bites her bottom lip as she reaches her hands out and places them on my pecs. She doesn’t say a word as she slowly explores every ridge and muscle of my torso. I watch her intently; she looks like she’s studying me and it’s the sexiest thing. I tell myself she’s memorizing this moment between us. My cock jumps and it’s painful in my jeans. I reach into my pants and adjust myself, wincing a little in the process.

“Take them off,” she whispers, and I look at her to make sure. She nods and I slip the jeans and boxers down my legs, kicking them off along with my socks. I’m standing in front of her, fully nude, my cock bouncing with my movements. I reach for the button of her jeans, undoing it along with the zipper before hooking my thumbs in the belt loops.

“Lift,” I say and she plants her hands on the countertop and lifts her ass so I can pull her jeans off. I toss them on the floor and she’s left sitting there in nothing but her bra and panties. “Don’t look at me like that,” I say as I step between her thighs again and lean forward, planting a row of soft kisses on her neck.

“Like what?” Her words are breathy.

“What’d you say earlier? Like now that I’m naked you don’t know what to do with me?” I move her hair away from her neck, dragging my tongue up it before nipping at her earlobe. I feel her knees press against either side of my hips. “Trying to get some relief?” I murmur.

“Yes, please.” She pants as she grips my biceps, her nails digging into my flesh. I reach a hand between her thighs, running my thumb over her still-clothed pussy. “Ohhh.” Her mouth falls open as I repeat the process, circling around her clit a few times. I take a step back and her eyes pop open. I reach down and grab the edge of her panties, pulling them to the side.

“Oh, sweetie, you are already soaked. Look at those pink lips glistening for me. I think I need a taste, baby.” I look up at her and she’s intoxicated with lust. “But first, I want to watch you get even more wet.” She looks at me with confusion. “I want to watch you play with yourself. Can you do that for me?” I grip her chin softly again. “Can you make yourself come for me while I watch?” A blush quickly creeps up her neck. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Kate. I want to sit on the edge of the tub and stroke my cock while I watch you get yourself off.”

“O-okay,” she says, still a little unsure.

“What’s wrong? You never had a man tell you exactly what he wants?” She shakes her head no and I lean forward and kiss her again. “Just pretend I’m not here; let loose and fuck yourself like you want me to fuck you, okay?”

I step back and sit on the tub, fisting my cock as she slowly pulls her panties to the side and begins touching herself. “Mmmm. Fuck, baby, that is divine.” I try to keep a slow pace but it’s hard the moment she lets her inhibitions go. I can see the moment it happens—her eyes close, her head falls back against the mirror, and she pulls her feet up to plant them on the counter. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Her creamy thighs splayed open, she works two fingers in and out of her wet pussy. I can hear the sounds it makes through her moans; she’s pulled the cup down on one of her breasts as she fondles her pert nipple.

“Ahh, I’m close,” she whimpers as she thrusts her fingers in faster and deeper. Her toes curl and she squeezes her nipple hard as waves of pleasure roll through her. I don’t let myself come; I don’t want to till I’m inside her. Instead, I stand and walk over to her, her fingers still inside her as she opens her eyes and looks at me.

“Did that feel good?” I ask as I reach down and pull her fingers from her folds. She watches me intently as I bring them to my lips, slipping them into my mouth and licking every ounce of her juices off them. I feel my dick aching. “Fuck me, you taste like heaven,” I mumble as I drop to my knees and rip her panties off.

“Oh God, Damon!” I don’t give her a warning; I dive face-first into her pussy, lapping at her. I use my tongue and fingers to pleasure her, drawing another orgasm out as she comes against my tongue.

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