“On a Saturday?” He frowned at me and cocked his head to the side.
“Yeah. You know how lawyers are. I was helping a partner prepare for a big case before I left yesterday, and she must be working on it this weekend. She must have had a question or something.” My stomach was in knots. I hated myself for lying to him. But what scared me more was how easy it was for me to lie to him with a straight face.
Why is Chris calling me now?
I had told Chris that I was going to be out of town with limited phone reception when I thought Damian and I were going camping. I pulled up his text message.
Hey hun. Did you get the results yet? You know I’ll support you no matter what.
I kept my expression free from any of the panic that was racing through me. I was happy to hear that Chris wanted to be there for me, but the timing of his call and text was the worst. I had to call him back at some point without Damian knowing or else he’d probably continue calling and texting until he got ahold me. And if Damian accidentally found out that my ex-boyfriend was contacting me, I would not be able to explain this to Damian without making him mad—or worse, without causing him to leave me.
“Alex?”
His voice broke through my thoughts.
“Oh sorry. Did you say something?”
“Something wrong?” He looked at me suspiciously.
“No, nothing’s wrong. Sorry, was just checking my email.” I was riddled with guilt as I quickly turned off my phone so he couldn’t catch a glimpse of what I had been reading. I dropped the phone in my bag and smiled up at him. “Sorry about that. Seems like the office doesn’t need my help after all. Should we head back out to the reception?”
“In a moment. So what was it that you’re going to tell me soon?”
“Oh.” I let out a forced chuckle. “I was just telling myself that I had to remember to tell you how crazy happy I am right now here with you. I’m still speechless by this surprise getaway trip to Italy you’ve planned for us.” I turned around to face him and gave him a smile, hoping he couldn’t tell that something was wrong. I wasn’t completely lying. I was incredibly happy right now with Damian, and being here with him in Italy was more than I’d ever imagined for a small-town girl like myself.
“Are you sure that’s what you meant?” There was a hint of doubt in his voice, and I wondered what he had actually heard before I’d known he was there.
“How long were you standing there? You scared me.” I hit his chest playfully as I tried to take control of the conversation. Nerves shot through me as I watched his eyes study me carefully.
“Not too long.” He narrowed his eyes and cocked his head. “Why?”
“Oh, no reason. I was just wondering how long you were standing there being a creeper and lurking in the girls’ bathroom without announcing yourself. It’s a good thing no one else is in here or they’d report you.”
I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him down toward me for a kiss. I wanted to enjoy this week with him without anything to ruin it. Even if that meant I had to lie to him.
All that can wait until we get back to San Francisco.
He pulled me into his embrace but then pulled away and looked me up and down. “You’re shaking.”
“Ah, yeah. It’s cold in here.” I quickly shifted my face to avoid his gaze, hoping he wouldn’t see through my lie. I cleared my throat and plastered a grin on my face, beaming up at him. “This was a beautiful wedding, Damian. Thanks for bringing me as your plus one.” I buried my face into his chest and inhaled his musky scent. His body felt unusually stiff. “Are you okay? Your muscles seem tense.” I moved my hands to his shoulders and gently massaged them.
“Yeah, it’s nothing.” He pulled away from me abruptly, and I saw a flicker of something I’d never seen in his eyes before. A cold darkness.
Could it be anger?
But when I looked closer, it was gone.
He looked around the bathroom. “Anyone else in here?” I saw a shadow behind the intensity of his blue eyes, sending a shiver down my body. “You really are cold, huh?” He rubbed his hands up and down my arms. His grip seemed tighter around me than normal.
“Just a little,” I lied.
“I know how to warm you up.” His lips twisted into a devious smile as his hands reached behind me. I felt my dress loosen around my body as the back zipper moved down my back.
“But—” I began to protest.
“Take off your dress.” His voice was raw and cold. It was clear that this was a command and not a request.
I frowned up at him in surprise. I was shocked by what he wanted to do and wasn’t sure what had gotten into him. I knew he had an insatiable appetite for sex, and since we’d been together, I’d had more sex outside of the bedroom than I could count. But something about this moment was different. He seemed distant, cold, almost violent, and there was something threatening about the way he looked down at me that scared me. It scared me so much that I felt all my senses heighten in his presence—the way his rough hands tightened against my skin, the way his uneven breathing burned against my neck, the way his deep raspy voice woke my very core. Something about this moment scared me in a way I had never felt before, and to my surprise, I’d never been more turned on than I was at this very moment.
“Damian, we’re in the ladies’ bathroom.” I made no attempt to zip my dress back up. Even I knew my words of protest were empty as my breathing became more ragged and uneven and I arched my body toward him.
So why am I so turned on?
“Then let’s not waste any time then.” His hold tightened around me as I felt his fingers unclasp my bra. “Let’s see if I can make you come before someone comes in.”
Instead of resisting, I dropped my purse to the ground and felt my body respond on its own as I shifted my hips and heard the dress slide down my body. A second later, my bra joined my dress and purse on a pile on the floor. Before I could think through my emotions, he grabbed my face and lowered his lips down to greet me. His kiss was rough and forceful as he backed me up against bathroom sink and lifted me up on top of the cold black marble counter. His hands secured mine against the mirror behind me.
“Now, do you want that? Do you want to come before someone comes in?”
I swallowed hard and nodded, unable to say a single word.
“Now take off your panties.” He wasn’t asking and he wasn’t demanding. He was stating a fact that he knew would happen. His smoldering eyes were dark and dangerous as he watched me push my panties down my legs and onto the floor next to my dress. He moved his hands down my legs, and by the way his hands secured me in place, I knew this wasn’t the first time he’d done this before.
I suddenly gasped as he pushed my legs apart and leaned into me. I felt his hard erection rub against my inner thigh through his pants and an excruciating need grew in the pit of my stomach. I saw my hands reach for his white tuxedo shirt, and before I could register my actions, I ripped his shirt open with both hands, revealing his hard, chiseled, tan chest. I heard the buttons fall down the porcelain sink and against the marble countertop. My breathing was sharp and uneven as my gaze moved down his naked body that peaked through his ripped shirt. My eyes widened when they landed on the hardness that was pushing through his slacks. He groaned as my hands moved up his pants and brushed up against his erection.
“Let me out.” His commanding voice was ragged as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. I obeyed and unzipped his pants. I gasped as his erection immediately poked out of the opening to greet me. He had gone commando tonight.
Damian’s lips curled in a crooked smile as his eyes were fixed on mine, taking in my reaction.
“That’s what I’m talking about.” His eyes then left mine as they slowly moved down my naked body. His hands followed his gaze as they seductively moved along my skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. “Now, let’s have some fun before anyone tries to interrupt us.” Something in his voice left me breathless and impatient, and I realized I desperately wanted whatever he was going to do to me on top of this cold, hard marble sink.
“Yes, please. I’ll do whatever you say,” I whispered in his ear. I wasn’t one to normally beg for anything, but when it came to my desire for Damian, I felt my conviction crumble against my sheer need for him.
My hands pushed his shirt off him to reveal his muscular upper body. My eyes devoured
his chiseled, copper-toned chest, his intricate tattoo that ran alongside his arm, and his piercing blue eyes that always seemed to leave me weak in the knees.
I gasped as his hard chest brushed against the tips of my nipples, sending a ripple of indescribable sensations through my body. I flirtatiously licked and nibbled on his earlobe, knowing how turned on that always made him. His hands tightened around me as he let out a primal groan in response. I smiled to myself in satisfaction.
“You drive me crazy, baby. I know you love to be in control, but not this time.” He met my gaze and licked his lips. There was a crazed frenzy in his blue eyes that sent a chill down my spine. “Not tonight. Tonight, I’m in control, and I’m going to drive
you
crazy.” A crooked smiled twisted on his lips as he went down on his knees in front of me. His devious smile disappeared between my legs, and all I could see was his brilliant blue eyes watching me intently from below.
I gasped and arched my back against the marble counter as I felt the combination of the cool bathroom air and his hot, heavy breath against my pussy. “Oh God. Please!” An almost painful surge of hunger flooded through me and I felt myself swell below in anticipation.
He looked up at me as he inched his face deeper in between my legs, toward the growing wetness that was collecting between my legs. He inhaled my scent deeply, and I saw the blue in his eyes grow dark and wild like the tumultuous ocean waves right before a storm.
“Show me how much you want this, baby.” His voice was hoarse and demanding, and the lava heat of his breath against my pussy pushed me over the edge.
“I want this!” I gasped for air as I shifted myself closer to him. “I need this!” I wasn’t sure what had come over me, and I couldn’t completely understand Damian’s behavior. But at this moment, I didn’t care, because whatever it was, it had sent me in a frenzy as I felt my entire body grow hot with need. My body tingled with anticipation from knowing that his tongue was just inches away from me.
“Baby, you’re so wet already.” His eyes were wide as I saw him inhale me again, and I saw the same need I felt on his face. “Who am I to deny what you want or need?”
Before I could respond, he grabbed my hips, lowered his face toward me, and began to explore the depths between my inner thighs with his mouth and tongue. I moaned and arched my hips toward his face as his tongue rapidly flicked against my clitoris. My moans turned into gasps as his hungry mouth began to suck me, knowing exactly how to push my button and take me close to the edge of my climax. I screamed in pleasure as his mouth moved lower to my pussy and his tongue began to circle the epicenter of my pleasure, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through my body.
“Oh God!” I heard myself scream as his tongue plunged inside me. “I’m about to come!” I cried as I threw my head back and gripped the marble counter for dear life.
Right before I reached my climax, Damian emerged from between my legs, his face glistening with my wetness.
I frowned at him. “Don’t stop now.”
He ignored me and gently kissed me along my inner thigh, moving away from my pussy. He looked at me and smiled, his eyes filled with intent. “Oh no, that’d be too easy on you.”
I squirmed at his words and let out a whimpering sob. “Please! I’m dying here.”
“Baby, you taste as sweet as honey and I can’t seem to get enough of it no matter what my mood is.” He paused, and I wondered what he meant by that. “But I want to fuck you. I want to feel you come around my cock.”
His words sent a surge of intense pleasure down below, and another wave of moisture developed between my legs at knowing what promises lay next.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the counter as he dropped his pants to the floor, where they joined the growing pile of clothes. I inhaled deeply as I felt the tip of his erection rub up against my opening.
“I need you inside me now,” I demanded, my impatience building as he rubbed up against me but did not enter me.
“You still on the pill?”
For a brief second, I froze at his question. “Yes, of course,” I responded as soon as I recovered. It was true. I was still on the pill. But I knew that would change if the pregnancy test turned out positive.
“Good.” His word came out cold and emotionless. But before I could wonder what that had meant, I screamed out in pleasure as he plunged the entire length of his cock inside me.
“God! Damian!” I wrapped my legs tightly around him as he pounded into me.
“Remember this,” he roared into my ear, his voice deep and ragged. “Remember how amazing I am inside you. Fucking remember this!”
“Yes! Yes! I—I’ll remember!” I cried out as my hands moved with madness through his hair.
He grunted as he drove into me, deeper, faster, and more forceful with each thrust. I gasped and moaned as my breasts shook violently against his chest.
“Fuck, I love how your breasts bounce for me.” He licked his lips as his eyes glazed over in pleasure.
“I’m so close, baby!” I felt my body tighten as I reached the apex of my orgasm.
“Not yet,” he demanded. “Not until I tell you you can come.” He slowed his thrusts and began to suck on my breast.
“Please…now!” I wanted—no, I needed—him to take me over the edge before I died from the intensity of the pleasure.
But before I could beg him to fuck my brains out, I heard the approaching sound of stilettos against the marble floor.
Shit! Someone’s coming!
“Oh no! Someone’s coming in!” I hissed at him. I tried to get off the counter, but Damian stopped me.
“Don’t move.”
“But—” I began.
“I’m not done fucking you yet.” He covered my mouth with one hand and plunged into me again.