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“No, but this seems to stem from jealousy or just you being an overprotective caveman. It needs to still be reasonable, Damian.”
“Jealousy?”
“This isn’t about Jeremy or Paxton or other men?”
“No, it’s about one man—or I suppose woman that seems to be fucking stalking you, Shay. This is a very real situation. Just because you aren’t privy to every little threat doesn’t mean they aren’t there. I work to keep them out of your sight. I lie awake at night so you don’t have to and I’m not going to apologize for that.”
“And I’m saying now you don’t have to. We can hire someone else so you can relax and just…be with me?” My voice sounds weak because I don’t feel like arguing anymore. I missed him all day, and I just wanted to cuddle up against him. Arguing with him makes me feel like shit and I’m tired and tense and I don’t hate the idea of sitting on his face like he mentioned earlier.
“I already said that wasn’t an option and it sure as shit isn’t until we figure out what the fuck is going on.”
“Fine.” I pull off my dress and he narrows his eyes curiously. “You’re annoying me, so I thought maybe an orgasm would make me less pissed at you.”
He cocks an eyebrow at me but keeps the rest of his face impassive. “I’m not happy with you either. You think I want to make you come after your tantrum?”
I cock my head to the side and give him a smirk as I pull my bra off and let my tits spring free. “Yes.”
His eyes trail down my body and between my legs as I slide my panties down them leaving me completely nude. He runs his tongue over his teeth and bites his bottom lip in that sexy way he does that makes my sex pulse. “Come,” he says as he moves to lie on his back.
I get on the bed, straddling his neck and I watch as his pulse flickers. “You can’t have your eyes on me twenty-four-seven. I know you have this intense need to keep me safe, and believe me, I love it, and I get off on how obsessive you can be about it, but I do still have to work. My job requires me to be out there.” I nod towards the window.
“Can’t you understand where I’m coming from?”
“Of course, I do.” I move up and hold myself over his mouth and his breath on my wet slit forces my eyes shut. I feel the tip of his tongue touching my folds gently, not sliding between them. He tongues the skin there and I move my fingers down to part my sex for him exposing myself to him. “Can’t you understand where I’m coming from?” I gasp as he brushes over my clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Damn, you’re fucking hot. Lower,” he grunts and I oblige, grateful for the squats and thigh workouts I do that will make this easier. I meet his gaze as his tongue begins to lap at me, dragging it against my clit, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sexier visual. I lean forward to put both of my hands on each side of his head as he rubs his tongue over and over and the last of the irritation begins to float away.
I briefly wonder how we must look. Me riding his face while he’s not touching me at all except for where his tongue meets my pussy.
Fuck, this is hot.
“Oh my god, I love you so much.”
“Then let me fucking take care of you, Shay. Stop fighting me,” he grits out.
“I’m not,” I whine as I rub myself against him. “Ah! Right there. Please, oh my god!”
“You like that?” he asks, while his mouth is still pressed against me. “How’s it feel, gorgeous?”
“So good. Yes yes yes.” I pull back so that I can watch him and I can see the smile in his eyes when our eyes lock. “Damian, I’m going to come.”
“Thank fuck,” he growls. “Give it to me, then give me another one.”
I bite my bottom lip as I go over the edge. “Fuck, yes I’m coming.” I cry out as the orgasm pulls me under. “Damian!” He groans against me. I stay over his face for a moment while I come down from the euphoric feeling and move off his face to the space next to him while I try to catch my breath.
“That was fucking hot.” I look over and my mouth drops open when I notice his mouth is shinier than usual. He drags his hand up slowly and wipes his mouth before dragging his tongue over his hand. “I love your taste.”
I move down between his legs and rub his cock through his sweatpants. “I want to taste you now.”
Ididn’t want to tell her that there had been another note. That the note had been at the entrance to the gateagain.This fucker knows where she lives and is completely covered when he delivers it. This time it was delivered in broad daylight with a bouquet of flowers so the security at the front gate hadn’t thought anything of it.
You can’t protect her from me.
The six words that were directed at me have been playing through my mind on a loop since I saw it, and now she’s supposed to go to a premiere tonight. I’ve had three of my guys thoroughly sweep the venue of the premiere but there’s still a feeling I can’t shake. She left about an hour ago, and since then I’ve watched the security footage of the person leaving the note at her gate no less than a hundred times. I didn’t expect it to be the same car that ran me off the fucking road but my intuition makes me believe that everything is linked. I stare down at the pictures of her tonight, both ones she took in the limo for me and from the paparazzi.
Christ, she’s pretty.I stare at picture after picture of her in a white strapless dress that makes her look like an angel.
And you’re going to lose her if you don’t back off about all of this.