I felt everything inside me tighten as he pounded harder, breathing heavily into my ear. “Shit. Damon.” I was close, so close. He moaned and smashed his lips to mine in a primal, passionate kiss that had my toes curling and nails biting into his skin. Clamping my legs around his waist tightly, I exploded and moaned his name against his mouth.
Pulling back suddenly, he tossed his head back and groaned, “Ah, fuck.” Calling out, he buried his head in my neck and spilled inside me.
“God, Nell, I could do that all day. I’ll never have enough of you.”
“Back atcha, champ,” I said, flopping forwards and laying on his shoulder.
Damon laughed quietly and started to walk us to his bedroom.
“Are you planning on doing it all night now?”
“Always,” he replied and kissed me.
Damon laid me down on the bed, slowly pulled out and lay beside me. “So, did you like my parents?”
“They’re great,” I replied. “Your mum is awesome.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Hmm…”
“Oh, she is! It was fun to see you around your family.”
“We’re close, even though they drive me crazy, her especially.”
I laughed, remembering many of their little arguments. “She loves you like crazy, anyone can see that. Even if you broke her heart when you inked your skin.”
He rolled his eyes. “She’s a bit psycho with the perfect skin thing.”
“I kinda think it’s perfect with the tattoos.”
Wiggling his eyebrows, he said, “You think I’m perfect.”
I deadpanned. “I’m so not getting into this with you.”
“Fine. So what else do you want to do? Are you ready for round two yet?”
“Bloody hell, you’re a machine! I’m tired, sort yourself out this time.”
It wasn’t late, a little after ten but being around his family and having it bring up things I tried to bury, left me drained.
He laughed and splayed his hand over my stomach from under the dress. Usually that would be enough to get me to go again but I was emotionally and physically exhausted and there was no chance of me moving until the morning.
“You’re really going to sleep, aren’t you?”
“Mmm hmm.”
Sighing, he kissed my forehead. “If you wake up first climb aboard.”
Smiling with closed eyes, I replied in a whisper, “Will do, cowboy.”
Nell
I felt all kinds of confused when I left Damon’s house the morning after meeting his parents. Too close, too much. The firm rules I wanted back in place after Scotland had clearly not happened and it was my fault. I was the one that agreed to meet his parents – against my better judgment.
There wasn’t one part of me that wasn’t ridiculous. I should just keep to myself, be a hermit, and then I couldn’t make stupid, mind screwing choices.
On the top of my to-do list today was the thing I should’ve done before: re-set boundaries. Being close to him was amazing but that had to be over now, and I only half felt sad about it. Some people never get even a second of what I had. Four days was incredible, especially since I was so sure I would be one of the never-get-it ones. I hungered for more but I was also grateful for what I’d had.
I walked into my office and reality smashed me in the face with a mallet. The Ogre was sitting on my desk with his arms folded over his chest. “We need a chat,” he said, scratching the stubble covering his double chin.
“Um, okay,” I replied, doing a mental inventory of all the things I’d done that this ‘chat’ could be about. There was nothing that he could have found out. Well, that I knew of. Occasionally I indulged in a little Internet shopping during work hours but I’d never failed to get my work done. “What’s up?”
“You’re having too many days off, Nell.”
“I haven’t been sick since I started.” What the hell was his problem? I put my bag on my desk and straightened my back defensively. “The only time I’ve had off has been booked as holiday and as far as I’m aware I’m entitled to take that.”
“We have an understanding here that we don’t take time off too close together. We’re constantly busy and it doesn’t help when an employee takes a few days off here and there every month.”
“Okay first, no one has ever told me that. Second, I don’t think you can dictate that unless it’s in my contract – which is isn’t. And third, why was my request signed off by management if you don’t allow someone to have blocks of holiday close together?”
His chubby face turned red. He hated knowing that I was right and he couldn’t say a thing. “You deliberately went to Harry to sign the request off because you knew I’d done the last one.”
“No, I didn’t. My friend set the date of their wedding, it was only five weeks away at the time, and you were away, so I asked Harry because I knew I wouldn’t see you until Monday.”
There was absolutely no way I was backing down. “Harry, come in here for a minute,” Ogre snapped. His voice boomed through the offices and everyone looked up from their desks. Great.
I had never felt like telling him to shove his job more. The weekend was perfect but I was still a little delicate over losing what I’d had with Damon. This made me want to scream, punch Ogre and Harry, and cry. In that order.