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“It’s necessary.” I shrug. “It’s the nature of my business.”
She tilts her head. “And are you trying to control me?”
“No.I’m trying to control myself.”
There’s a pause. She visibly blushes and looks down at her plate for a second, then up again.
I lean forward slightly before continuing. “Because if I don’t, I’d say things I shouldn’t.”
Her breath catches, and she does that little lip bite that I have come to adore.
Dinner comes in courses. Elegant small plates arrive like works of art. She eats slowly, savoring every bite, but never lets herself appear impressed. She’s careful and measured, but the longer the evening goes on, the more her edges soften, the more her eyes linger.
By the time dessert arrives, she pushes the plate away with a contented sigh.
“I couldn’t possibly eat any more.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Because you’re full or because you want to look classy in front of me?”
She cocks an eyebrow at me before taking her fork and scooping up a large bite of chocolate soufflé. “You’re a bad influence.”
“You have no idea,” I murmur. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Okay,” she says quietly, without a hint of hesitation.
9
LYRA
Ifelt like I was doing great controlling the extremely volatile situation presented before me, but alas, it takes less than ten seconds for us to start making out once we’re back in the limo. I don’t remember who leans in first, but it hardly matters now. All I’m aware of is Damien reaching up and pressing a button. The privacy partition rises without a sound, sealing us in.
The second it clicks into place, his hands are on my thighs, sliding up my dress.
His hand slips beneath the hem, his fingers spreading over my bare skin as if he has every right to touch me. And I let him. I let him because I can’t stop him, not with the way I’m already gripping the front of his shirt and my knees angle toward him in the narrow space between us.
His mouth is slow, measured, and controlled, but it doesn’t stay that way for long. I feel the edge building with every stroke of his tongue, every sharp breath between kisses. His self-restraint unravels, and somehow that makes it worse in the best way.
He pulls me toward him until I’m practically on his lap, one arm braced behind my back, the other sliding higher up my thigh. I gasp into his mouth when he reaches the line of my panties, and he pulls back just enough to meet my eyes.
His voice drops low.
“May I touch you?”
There’s not a single part of me that hesitates.
“Yes.”
It comes out more breath than sound, but it’s enough to convey my consent. He grips the back of my neck and kisses me again. Deeper this time. I melt into him like my body already knows where it belongs. His fingers graze the lace, and I know he feels how much I already want him.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “I need to feel you.”
I pull him closer and grind my core against him, trying to convey how much I need him to feel me too. He is rock hard already, andvery large.The thought of someone so endowed and experienced being inside me excited me, and I put even more desire into my movements. Slowly, far too slowly and far too gently, his finger slips under the fabric and pushes into me. It’s all I can do not to scream at the sensation.
My hips roll against his finger as his lips trail down my neck. His other hand reaches out to cup one breast, and I wish he would do more. But this isn’t exactly the ideal space for it, and too soon the driver is pulling up to his building.
Damien doesn’t even glance out the window. He adjusts the straps of my dress, pulls my panties back into place, straightenshis cuffs, and helps me out of the car as if his hand wasn’t between my legs two minutes ago.
I can barely stand with how much I want him. I feel my excitement pooling between my legs, and I’m sure his doorman notices the way I’m walking. But thankfully, I don’t have to wait long before we’re alone again.