Wreck Me

I turn and stride back to the store. When I walk in I see Sutton busying himself with my abandoned labels. I put my hands on my hips and fire away.

“What the hell was that all about?” Sutton peeks up at me as nonchalantly as he can.

“What?” Oh he is really pressing his luck today.

“Don’t you play dumb with me, Captain! Why did you drag him into your office and just what the hell did you two talk about? You put on a big display at lunch too, by the way. Nice. Very nice.” Why the hell does his lack of courtesy towards Damon have me so riled? I should not care, but I do. This can’t be good news.

“I had to have words with him. Last I checked this is America and I am free to talk to whoever I please so don’t get your panties in a twist you prima donna.” My blood boils and I see red. How dare he make fun of me. I am no damn prima donna. I never have been and never will be.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that, Captain! I am no f*cking prima donna and my panties are not in a twist!” I growl at him and his face falls a little. What the hell? Is that remorse? I didn’t think he was capable of that emotion.

“I apologize okay. I was only joking with the name calling. I just wanted to check him out. Too many jackasses out there these days. It’s not safe for young women to just pick up any man.” He shrugs and my jaw hits the floor. He gives a shit?

“Babysitting me huh?”

“Well someone has to! You’re as careless as they come. Now…stop…lollygagging and get to work here. I’m uh…going to be in my office.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and fidgets nervously with loose change. I watch quizzically as he shuffles off to his cave. I’ll be damned. He’s babysitting me. I shake my head in disbelief and get back to work in hopes that the rest of my day zips by. By five o’clock I have conquered the task of packing up inventory. Sutton had me draw up a huge going out of business poster board to hang in the window. Just like the old jerk to force me to do the dirty deed. It broke my heart to scrawl those words. I hung the sign in the front window and gathered up my things. I pop into Sutton’s office to say goodbye to the old fart.

“Hey I’m- what’s wrong?” I freeze in my tracks when I see how pale he looks. He glances over to me and shakes his head.

“Nothing. It’s that damn sandwich you fed me for lunch. I have indigestion from hell. Get me some antacids will ya?” I draw in a quiet breath of relief. I guess I kind of care about Captain a little too. It’s a love hate thing maybe. I have spent the last seven years of my life putting up with the old grump’s bullshit, it would be normal to be a little attached right? I don’t… love him or anything. He is my boss and I’m loyal is all. My silent ranting has my head spinning and even I have to admit that I sound like I am trying to persuade myself that I don’t care. I grunt in disgust with myself and snatch his antacids from behind the counter. I walk back into his office and plop two in his wrinkly palm.

“There you are Captain, my Captain. Anything else? Shall I spoon feed you now? Sponge bath?” He narrows his blue eyes on me and grumbles a few obscenities while he chews up the chalky tablets.

“Better?”

“Yeah. Get out of here you smart ass.” I snicker under my breath and stride out of his office. I snatch up my bag and high tale it to my place in record time.

When I get to my apartment I fire a text away relaying my address to Damon. He responded right away with a simple ‘okay’. I strip off my jeans and graphic tee and hop into the shower. I shave and exfoliate every inch of myself. I don’t know why the hell I am so damn compelled to get extra gussied up for him, but I do. I kind of want to impress him. A little. Okay a lot. I am all tied up in knots over this crap. This is not like me and it’s infuriating! I shove away my irritation with myself and jump out of the shower. I dry off and lotion up. I dart into my room and dig through my dresser in search of something lacey and sexy. I snatch out a lacey black thong and slip it on. I drag out a black bra and shove my full breasts into the cups. The warm weather makes picking out clothes easy. I grab a pair of denim shorts and a teal tank. I slip my feet into gladiator sandals and fasten the buckle.

I check my ensemble in the mirror and approve. Summer nights in Vegas make wardrobe choices simple. Less is best. It’s still hot at night around here. I scurry into my tiny bathroom and blow dry my wavy brown locks. I never style my hair. It’s either down or in a pony tail. Honestly I don’t even know how to do all that fancy shit the other woman my age do. I grab my cosmetics and line my lids like normal. I coat my lashes with mascara, and skip the blush since I am sure I won’t need it. I pop my lips together after applying my tinted gloss and ruffle my hair a bit more. I snatch up my perfume and give my collar and wrist a spray. I hear a knock at my front door and my stomach clenches. Oh geez. He’s here. I give myself one more glance in the mirror and then make the short walk across my apartment to the front door. I swing it open and there he is. Damn I can never tire of drinking in the sight of him. He is still in his gray suit and high-shine dress shoes. His hair is a little less disheveled and he is clean shaven. I guess he primped too. I wave him into my crap hole apartment and get a whiff of his cologne as he passes by me. Panties on fire. I’m like a rabid dog in heat. I need to calm myself. I glance down and see he is holding a black wardrobe bag in his hands.

“What’s that?” I ask with an arched eyebrow. He smiles and unzips the bag. He reveals an amazing cocktail dress. I may not be fashion forward, but even I know a cocktail dress when I see one.

“I am taking you to dinner and though I really, really, like those little shorts and tank top, you can’t wear that where we’re going.” He fishes down into the bottom of the wardrobe bag and pulls out a pair of sky high stilettos and I instantly panic. I don’t own a pair of stilettos and I doubt I know how to walk in them. I shake my head vigorously.

“The dress is beautiful, but there is no way in hell that I am going to wear those heels.” He narrows his warm amber eyes and it only heightens my desire for him.

“Yes you are.” I cross my arms over my chest indignantly.

“The hell I am!”

“And why won’t you wear the heels?” My puffed up indignation deflates and my shoulders slump fractionally. I feel stupid. How embarrassing is this shit? I am twenty-five years old and have never worn a pair of stilettos. I can’t just put those on and go out to dinner with him. I’ll break my neck or at the very least, embarrass the shit out of both of us when I wobble all over the place.


“I don’t know how to walk in them,” I mumble as my cheeks scorch red. I peek up at him. He shoves the heels into the bag and sets it all across the back of my futon/couch. He steps forward and wraps me up in his arms. His smooth jaw brushes against my cheek as he whispers in my ear.

“Don’t worry about it. You can wear different heels tonight but I promise you will learn how to walk in these heels. Understand?” His words set me trembling. I can tell he is dead serious and though he sounds all bossy and cave man-macho, I find myself nodding my head in agreement. There is just something about his dominating personality that turns my insides into searing hot pure arousal. I can feel the heat between my thighs. I’m a mess over him and honest to God, I have no desire to send him packing just yet.

“Your wet for me aren’t you?”

“Mhmm,” I hum seductively.

“I know. I can smell you.” Holy f*ck, that’s hot. He grips the nape of my neck with one hand and I close my eyes as the other skates down my body. He flicks the button of my shorts open and unzips them. They drop off my hips slightly. It’s just enough space to allow him access. His hand slips into my shorts and I moan. He holds the nape of my neck, keeping my head from lolling forward to rest on that hard chest of his. His hand starts moving back and forth over my center.

“Open your eyes.” I pop my eyes open. We gaze at each other while he keeps up his movements. The pure heat and lust in his eyes has me ravenous for him.

“Let’s skip dinner,” I say in a pleading voice that sounds alien to my own ears.

“I know what I plan on having to eat, what will you have?” His voice is husky and dripping with desire.

“You.”

“Fine, if there is anything you need I suggest you pack a bag.” I gape at him. What the hell does he mean pack a bag?

“A bag?”

“I told you, Jo. It’s mine. All night. Let’s go.”

“Oh yeah.” I swallow hard and hurry to my bedroom. I grab a backpack from beneath my bed and toss in a bunch of random shit that makes no sense, but I am so flustered by him. He screws up my head and I end up tossing dumb shit into an overnight bag. I take a deep breath and dump out the bag on my bed. I toss aside the bottle of asprin and my bedside flashlight. What the f*ck? I sigh and shake my head. He is being really bossy so he can wait a damn minute while I get my things. I calmly walk over to my dresser and pull out extra panties and another bra. I toss in a pair of jeans and another tank top. I dig into my nightstand for my birth control pills and shove them in along with my cosmetic bag. With a zip I sling the backpack onto my shoulder and walk back out to my small living room. Damon has his hands stuffed in his pockets and looks like casual male yummy-ness waiting for me.

“I’m ready.”

“Are you?” He winks slyly and I smile back at him.

“I am.” He slips the bag off my shoulder then transfers it to his. He scoops up the wardrobe bag and we set out towards his place.





By the time we arrive at Damon’s place we are both anxious to get to his bedroom. He taps the button at the elevators and the doors chime as they slide open. He tugs me in, and the doors shut. He punches in a code, and we begin ascending to the penthouse. He turns to me, and in an instant he sweeps me up off my feet. My back crashes against the wall of the elevator. His full lips cover mine and his tongue plunders my mouth hungrily. I moan into him and he rolls his hips against mine. His cock is fighting against his trousers to be freed. The elevator lurches to a halt and the doors slide open. I’m set to my feet then tugged by the hand to follow him. He hasn’t said a damn thing since we left my place. I feel a little nervous about it. Normally no discussion would be a welcome thing for me, but something about Damon’s silence has me feeling edgy. He unlocks that fancy door and pulls me into the penthouse. There is no hesitation and I am immediately dragged to the stairs. I snatch my hand from his and stop in place.

“Hey. Are you alright?” He sighs and rubs the bridge of his straight nose between his thumb and index finger.

“Yes. I just- I want you. I have to have you.” Oh. He exhales loudly and his chest deflates. What does he mean he wants me and has to have me? If he is hinting at some type of long term thing I won’t be able to give that to him. As much as I’d like to daydream about being normal and dating, falling in love and maybe even popping out a kid or two, it’s just not in the plans for me. I am not good girlfriend material and I have no interest in setting myself up for more loss. Thanks, but no thanks.

I glance up into his warm liquid honey eyes and I die on the inside a bit. He is looking at me with such need and desperation. Why me? I’m a nobody with nothing. Honestly he should not even be interested in me in any capacity other than casual sex a time or two. He is way out of my league. I wish I could be normal. If there were ever a man worth giving a shot it would be him. There is no doubt about it in my mind. I can’t bring myself to ruin the mood though. I’m a giant coward. It’s wrong of me, but I decide to tell him what he wants to hear. It’s a means to an end, and dammit I want my end. He coils those veiny long muscular arms around me and nuzzles my neck. He lays a trail of hot kisses up to my ear.

“Wrap your legs around me.” I do as he says and he climbs the stairs two at a time with me clinging to him. I take the opportunity to inquire about our strange dilemma.

“Anything come to mind? Any memory of me pop up?” He pauses a long time and for a moment I think maybe he hasn’t heard me.

“Only one thing pops up when I think about you, and you’re about to find out what it is,” he murmurs into my neck, and I breathe an internal sigh of relief knowing that our quest for answers gets to continue. He walks us down the corridor to his room and kicks open his door again. It’s amazing that he hasn’t put his foot through the damn thing. He takes me to his bed and plops me down.

“Wait.” I hold up a hand, palm against his thrumming chest and he freezes. I peek up at him and his face has gone stoic, his pulse has sped up even further and his skin in nearly pale. What in the world? I push forward in spite of his odd behavior.

“Don’t you find it f*cking odd as hell? This whole thing we feel? It’s not normal. If I felt this connected to someone shouldn’t I have a memory of meeting them or knowing them? It’s just odd is all I’m saying. Are you sure you never volunteered or dropped off a donation at the mission?” He inhales deeply.

“No. I’ve never been there.” I shake my head and my brows draw together. This is driving me nuts. Maybe I feel like if somehow I sort out how I know him, the pull between us will be validated a bit.

“Maybe we were lovers in a past life or something,” I say jokingly and shrug. He only half smiles in response. What is his deal?

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I narrow my eyes on him skeptically. He is just acting so odd and I find it difficult to believe it’s because he is eager to have me.

“I’ll be better if we could stop talking and lose these clothes.” He punctuates his statement with a light smack of his hand across my thigh. I yelp and he silences me with his skillful mouth. He pulls back leaving me disgruntled over the loss of his lips against mine. He taps my forearm.

“Raise them.” I comply and lift my arms. He swiftly jerks my tank top over my head and tosses it to the floor. I am sitting on the side of his bed in my bra, shorts, and sandals. He folds my hands together and sets them in my lap.


“Close your eyes, Josephine.”

“It’s Jo.”

“No it’s not,” he counters. The deep authoritative tone in which he says it has me spellbound lusting after him. He nips my neck and I lose all train of thought.

Suddenly a soft fabric brushes over my face then comes into place over my eyes. I let out a gasp as he pulls the fabric snug and ties it comfortably tight. I have never really been blindfolded during sex and I feel only the tiniest bit of apprehension. . I feel that I can trust him and this whole blindfold thing is hot. I’m in total darkness behind the cloth and I listen closely to him moving about. I can hear his zipper lower, and the shuffling of clothing. One of his hands cups my cheek and his thumb strokes a path across my cheekbone. He reaches behind me and snaps open my bra like he’s done it a million times. Realistically a man like Damon has likely had lots of play. I cringe at the thought of him with another woman. He slips my bra down my shoulders and I hear him toss it to the floor. He places a hand on each of my shoulders and gently pushes me back to lie flat on my back. My legs still dangle from the side of the bed and I am clothed from the waist down. I feel his hands glide down my legs then he unclasps one sandal and then the other. They slip off with ease and I hear them hit the floor with a light thump. His warm hands envelope one of my feet. He kisses the instep of my foot and it feels like a combination between ticklish and erotic. It sends a charged current from the tips of my toes to my groin and my stomach clenches down low.

“Lift.” He taps my hip and I prop my feet and the side rail of his bed and lift my ass. His fingers hook into the waist of my shorts and panties and he drags them off leaving me bare to him. His lips land on my stomach beneath my navel and I let out a breathy moan. He drops wet kisses up the center of my torso. The bed dips and he is straddling me. One hand is lifted above me and he brings it to his lips and kisses my palm then my wrist up to the inside of my elbow which send that familiar current straight to my groin again. My arm is laid out above my head. He mirrors the same thing with my other. I feel him shift and leave the bed. What the hell?

“Where’d you go?”

“Hush. Patience.” I can hear him rustling around with something. What in the hell could he possibly be doing? Looking for a condom maybe? I feel the bed above my head dip and his mouth is against my ear.

“Are you still ready, Josephine?” His warm breath against my skin makes me squirm and writhe involuntarily. I can feel the wetness between my thighs increase and my need for him grows ten-fold.

“Yes,” I blurt eagerly.

“Tell me.”

“I’m ready for you,” I spit out in a rush. I feel an odd sense of shyness over saying it and it’s so unlike me. Shy is a foreign concept.

“Atta’ girl. This is going to be tight but it won’t hurt. I promise. I’d never hurt you.”

“I know.” Do I? My arms are extended out into a V above my head. I can feel him attach something like a cuff to each wrist. The material feels strong, but it’s supple against my skin. There is a sudden zipping sound, and my arms are stretched to their maximum, but he is right, it doesn’t hurt in the slightest. My stomach feels like it’s brimming with butterflies. He presses his lips to my cheek. I lean into his kiss and nuzzle him. I’m needy for contact. I want his skin on mine. All over mine. He fulfills me in a way no man ever has. When I’m near him it seems that no man exists or ever has. Maybe never will. I feel the brush of his leg beside mine. One of my feet is lifted and he slips on a heel. The stilettos. The other foot is lifted and he guides my foot into the dangerously high heels.

“I told you that you’d wear these heels tonight. Didn’t I?”

“Yes,” I quietly admit.

“Bend your knees for me, baby.” Baby? I have never been called that before. Maybe by some jackass cat calling a time or two, but never like this. Not in a genuine way. It sends the butterflies in my stomach into a tail spin. I bend my knees and draw my legs up. The high heels make it semi-awkward but it feels so sexy. I am tied up in nothing but stilettos and I feel hot.

“Beautiful.” A small smile sneaks across my lips with his compliment. Both of his big warm hands go to my thighs and I take in a shaky breath in anticipation. His hands leave my skin no sooner than a moment after they were placed there and I groan. A deep chuckle rumbles from Damon and it pisses me off. I am getting impatient here. I am tied up, naked, and waiting patiently. I don’t think my p-ssy can get any wetter with arousal.

“Soon,” is his answer to my petulant groan. Another soft yet strong strap wraps around one thigh and then the other. Holy shit! He is tying up my legs so they stay in position. As if he has read my mind, he explains.

“It seems you have a slight inability to follow directions when my mouth is on that perfect p-ssy of yours so I am going to remedy the situation. Now you can’t move.” I draw in a breath and it does little to calm my eager body.

“Are you still ready for me, baby?”

“Yes. Please.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” One fingertip traces the moist seam of my opening and I tremble. He smoothes my arousal over me all the way down to my ass, I flinch a fraction at the intrusive touch.

“Perfect,” he purrs. His hands grip both my ankles tightly and I can feel his mouth hovering above my needy core. His warm breath assails my hyper sensitive flesh and I arch my back what little I can. His broad bare shoulders rub against the inside of my knees as he leans forward and berates my stomach and hipbones with wet kisses. His tongue snakes out and licks a hot trail around my navel. I moan as my hips fight against the bonds to move forward to him.

“You have no patience, baby. We’ll have to work on that.”

“You mean torture and tease me until I stop?” I snap like an errant child.

“Would you like to be gagged too?”

“No,” I mumble.

“That’s good. I would sure dislike having to gag you. That mouth of yours makes some of the most seductive sounds when I’m buried to the hilt.” Oh f*ck my life! This man is going to be the death of me. His lips land on the inside on one of my knees and he plants a lingering soft kiss there.

“I.” He moves further up my trembling leg and plants another soft kiss.

“Love.” Higher yet again and another kiss that has me tugging in vain against my bonds.

“That.” His lips linger against the joint between my p-ssy and my upper thigh. I moan and pant in desperation.

“Mouth.” His silky tongue makes contact with my * and he makes one swift lick from my * all the way to my ass. I gasp and squirm. His muscular arms wrap around each of my upper thighs and hold me even more immobile. His muscles flex and hold my legs in a vice like grip and I am left vulnerable to his ministrations. His tongue twirls around the perimeter of my opening and my body clenches fiercely.

“Mmmm,” I hum appreciatively. His mouth feels like the most divine thing I’ve ever experienced and I swear I have never been pleasured so thoroughly. He makes another slow pass of his tongue from top to bottom and I moan. His lips seal around my * and he alternates between flicks of his tongue and strong suckling.

“Damon,” I grind out through my pleasure. His exquisite mouth leaves my * and his attention goes to my slick opening. His tongue plunges deep then withdraws from me. He works me in this fashion until every breath is a moan. I can barely breathe and he has easily and skillfully worked me to climax. I feel my impending pleasure tightening up low in my stomach. He stops. My orgasm slips through my fingers and I whimper. One finger dives deep into me. He draws it out and smoothes my wetness over my ass. I once again flinch at the intrusive feeling of his touch against such a private place. I have had plenty of sex, but anal play has never been something I have ventured into. He presses a finger to the tight bud and I do my best to relax. One long finger slips into my channel. Now a second finger. His knowing touch builds me to orgasm in no time.


“Ahh,” I suck in air through gritted teeth and moan.

“Relax,” he says from between my legs and his breath against my flesh sets fire to my sensitive nerve endings. His mouth covers my * again and resumes his previous flicking and suckling. His two fingers ease in and out in short rubbing strokes against the front wall of my p-ssy. His thumb circles the tight virgin bud of my ass once more before breaching past the tight ring of muscle. I gasp in shock and my eyes bulge behind my blindfold. I pull against the restraints that are keeping me open to him.

“Relax, baby,” he repeats with his mouth still pressed to my *. I’m trying my best to do as he says. He continues working me so completely, and I can feel my stomach coiling tighter. His thumb exerts just the right amount of pressure against the flesh separating his fingers and thumb. It feels exotic and intrusive and stimulating. Every nerve is firing and I feel like I could combust.

“Oh, Damon, don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I moan loudly. A low growl emanates from his chest sending a vibrating sensation through my groin and it sends me into a shaking, erupting, fit of climactic pleasure. My limbs shake and shutter as they jerk against the ties that keep me bound. I gasp for air and it takes me a long moment before I am able to draw in a full breath. I hear a zip noise again and he has slackened the ties that hold each leg apart. Another zipping noise which I assume is the sound of the rope being adjusted. I am freed from the bindings. My limbs relax and rest lifelessly against the bed. I pant and work at gathering myself. The bed dips and I can feel heat radiating from his body. He straddles me. He lifts my head and slides the blindfold off. I blink to clear away the blurry vision. He comes into focus above me and holy f*ck I feel like I am seeing him for the first time. His amber eyes are on fire and his cheeks have just a tinge of pink to them. That nearly black hair is a delicious looking mess. I want to prop up on an elbow so one hand can run fingers through it, but I am still recovering from that heavenly orgasm. His chest is bare and I yearn to touch it. I lift my head enough to peer between my thighs and he is just as bare as me. His formidable erection hovers above the place I want it most. He leans down to me, threads one arm between me and the mattress then lifts me to his chest. I am brought to a kneeling position that mirrors his. The tip of his bare cock butts against my stomach. I take a reprieve from the weight of the gaze from those amber eyes and look down at his length pressing against me and I have the first careless thought I have ever had with regards to sex. I imagine pushing him back and gliding over that beautiful piece of him completely natural and bare. I shove aside the idiotic idea and glance back up to him. I swear he must know exactly what thoughts flit through my brain because a crooked smile tilts the edge of his lips on one side. He shifts our position so that his back is to the headboard and he is sitting on his ass. He motions his chin towards his nightstand. I sprawl across his big bed and dig into his drawer. I toss the condom to him and he scoops it up.

“You know I won’t use these forever.” He holds up the condom and I just look from him to the condom then back to him.

“One day I’m going to take you bare. You’ll be the first woman I’ve ever had without a condom.” Oh f*ck he makes the temptation all the more difficult to resist.

“Have you ever not used protection?” I shake my head no.

“I’m clean,” I offer up. What the f*ck why do I sound like I am trying to convince him to do it. He arches an eyebrow. Holy, shit I think he is just going to take my word for it.

“So am I.” I believe it. I don’t know why. I just do. It’s dumb as hell. I have to get this condom on him or we will end up acting on my dumb ass idea. I snatch up the condom and rip it open with my teeth. He gives me another crooked smile as I pull the rolled latex from its wrapper.

“One day…soon.” I ignore him and roll the latex over the tip and down his thick shaft. He watches me and it’s a little unnerving. The moment the protection is in place his arms wrap around my waist and jerk me too him.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he orders, and I comply. He is in a sitting position and I am straddling his lap with my legs around his waist. I glance between us and his cock is jutting upward resting against my stomach. I can feel his pulse thrumming through his erection. One arm leaves my waist and his hand tangles into my hair. He pulls me forward and rests his head against mine. I peek through my lashes. His eyes are closed and he looks like he is in pain. I knew something was wrong.

“What’s wrong?” I cup his angular jaw and force him to look at me. His eyes open lazily. His grip around my waist tightens and all at once he lifts me. His ready cock slips into position and all at once he pulls me down onto him. I gasp at the fullness and invasion. My head lolls forward to rest on his shoulder.

“Nothing is wrong now,” he purrs in my ear. I still hold my hand to his jaw turn my head. I nuzzle his neck and lay my lips to every exposed inch of skin that I can reach. I begin to rock my hips slowly back and forth. I grind hard against his cock. He groans as I move over him. I want to speed up, but going this slow is driving him crazy. I can tell he wants to hammer into me like he did last night.

“F*ck,” he roars then flips me to my back with his erection still fully sheathed with my body. I gasp as my back hits the mattress. His fingers tangle into my hair and pulls. Our lips crash together and our tongues tangle. I can taste myself on his tongue and f*ck, it turns me wild.

“F*ck me,” I breathe. He pulls back, slowly withdrawing his glistening wet length. He slams back into me and I let out a loud moan. He withdraws once more. Just the tip remains and he slams into me again stealing my breath. His warm eyes stay locked onto mine and I want to melt right on the spot. I know him but I don’t. I want him but I don’t. I need him but I don’t. His pace quickens as he withdraws again and again, and buries his cock hard in me each time.

“Oh f*ck,” I moan as he jackhammers into me unrelentingly. My nails dig into his shoulders. His skin mists over with sweat. It beads and rolls down his brow then drips to my sternum. His muscles begin to tense even more. He grunts and plows through me.

“Oh, f*ck baby,” he growls through gritted teeth. My stomach tightens and my muscles clench his cock. My p-ssy throbs and spasms as another mind blowing orgasm tears through me.

“Damon!” I scream. The moment his name tears from my throat he rams himself into me as far as he can. He stills buried in me to the maximum, and shudders over and over as my body milks his shaft for every last drop of his pleasure. He collapses onto me and though he is far too heavy for me to breathe very deep I wrap my legs around him and stroke my fingertips across his back as we work to catch our breath.

“Are you on birth control?” He murmurs with his mouth against my neck. What the hell? He was serious about not using a condom.

“Yes.” I answer honestly.

“What kind?”

“The pill.”

“No more condoms.”

“Bullshit! You aren’t going to decide that on my behalf.” He kisses my neck and props himself on his elbows. Those amber eyes cut into me like a heated scalpel.

“You may not realize it yet, but you’re mine. Not because I am claiming you. You’re mine because that’s how it is. I feel like I have waited my whole life to find you. Before we met in that store I dreamed of you every night. I wondered where you were and when I’d find you. Now that I have, you’d be crazy if you think I would just let you go. I don’t see a need for protection. I don’t want a damn thing between us.” He kisses me breathless before withdrawing himself from me and disappearing into his bathroom. My heart skips a beat in my chest and I know my jaw hangs open. I take in a deep breath and count to ten. What does that mean? For me? For us? Is there an us? I don’t even know what to say to that. He strides back into the room giving me an uninhibited full view of his glorious naked body. I watch him shamelessly. He crawls into the bed with me and takes his place between my legs again. His chest covers my stomach and his head rests on my sternum. His arms wrap around me and his big hands cup my ass. I can’t help but to thread my fingers through his dark hair. It slips like silk through my fingers. I take another deep exasperated breath. I have no clue what the hell I’ve gotten myself into with him. I can’t deny that what he says is right. I too feel like I’ve been waiting for him without even knowing it. I too feel the connection that says I could never want another man the way I want him, but I also know that I am not the dating type. I don’t even know how to be someone’s girlfriend.


“We barely know each other. What do you want with me, and don’t say you want to figure out if we’ve met before because that would be a big ass lie and you know it.”

“I know enough about you and I will tell you anything you want to know. It may be asking a lot of you, but I would regret never trying. Just give this a chance. Give me a chance. Just agree to be mine. Exclusively.”

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“I am,” he huffs out. I sigh dramatically and I feel his muscles tense against me. Is he nervous?

“I can’t make any promises, but I’ll think about it.” My heart pounds out of control in my chest and I can feel that his is doing the same. I am freaked the hell out and excited at the same time. I can feel his lips curve up into a smile and for a moment I want to shout yes. I feel like I am in an impossible position here. He is amazing and I’d be a damn fool to not scream yes from the mountain tops. I’m so f*cked up. With my promise to think about it and running my hands through his hair, it isn’t long until Damon is out cold.





For the second morning in a row I am awakened by the relentless ringing of my cell phone.

“Ugh!” I groan and roll off the bed. I stumble to my phone and answer it grumpily.

“What?” Sutton laughs into the phone which only furthers my irritation.

“Good morning to you too Miss USA.” I roll my eyes. I’ll never live down that damned nickname. I suppose he will never live down Captain either.

“What now?” I ask gruffly as I glance to the clock that reads nine o’clock. Damn I slept late.

“Good news, Jo.” Those words have me wide eyed and awake in a nanosecond. I rub away the sleep and wait for the good news.

“You won’t be coming in today. I have an offer on the store and I am gonna take it. Someone is buying the place.”

“What?!” I screech. I can’t believe this. I suppose it is good news for him, but in my opinion I’d rather the damn place remain vacant over being flipped to a f*cking chintzy gag store or something.

“Yep. I have a meeting with the buyer today. So I will call you once it’s done and fill you in on the details.”

“Okay,” I say in a defeated voice and the phone disconnects. I hate having to just eat shit and grin. I glance over to Damon’s bed and notice that he is gone but I could care less at the moment. I just want to climb my stark naked ass into that bed and sleep all day. I suppose the responsible thing to do would be to job hunt but I just don’t give a shit right now. I mope over to the bed and climb in. I pull the covers up to my ears, close my eyes, and drift.

“Josephine,” he whispers. I startle and jerk upright smashing my forehead right into his mouth.

“Ah, shit,” I yell and rub my palm against my forehead.

“You have a hard head don’t you?” I open my eyes and glance to Damon. I gasp.

“Oh crap, you’re bleeding. Shit, I’m sorry. You scared me. Stay there.” I jump up and hurry to get a towel from the bathroom. I dampen the corner under the cool water and return to and a sinfully handsome but bleeding Damon. He is sitting on the edge of the bed with his shiny dress shoes perched on the side board of the frame. I position myself between his knees and hold the cloth to his busted lip.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I carefully wipe the blood away from his bottom lip.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I just thought I should wake you. You’ve been sleeping all day.” I crane my neck to see the clock. Shit! I have been sleeping all day. It’s after one o’clock in the afternoon. My stomach rumbles embarrassingly. He chuckles.

“I thought you might be hungry. I guess I was right.” His hands glide over my hips and settle on my ass. His big hands cup my cheeks and pull me closer to him. Why is he dressed like this? It’s a Saturday.

“It’s Saturday.”

“Yes. And?” He says as his lips land on my collar bone. He kisses across my chest.

“Why are you dressed like that?” His hands squeeze my ass cheeks. I drop the towel to the floor and wrap my arms around his neck.

“Work never ends for me. No such thing as a day off.” One hand leaves my ass to cup my breast. He covers my taut nipple with his hot mouth and I suck in a breath of air.

“No rest for the weary and all that jazz,” I quip breathily.

“Precisely.”

“You are going to hurt your lip again doing all that.”

“Can’t think of a better reason to hurt,” he mumbles against my skin as he moves across to the other breast. He kisses and suckles my nipple then releases me.

“Thank you.”

“For?”

“For being such a devoted nurse.” He smiles a heart melting playful smile and it is light years away from the serious natured man I slept with last night. I give just about anything to get inside that handsome head of his.

“You are a top notch patient so I can’t complain.” I smile back at him. He takes in a deep breath and sighs. There it is again. Something is going through that head of his and I wish like hell he’d just spit it out already.

“What?”

“Oh nothing I was just thinking I should probably free you before I tie you to my bed for the rest of the day,” he says just as casual as can be. I snap my head back and clutch my stomach as I laugh harder than I can ever remember laughing.

“Y-you think you’re gonna keep me in bed all day?” I sputter out between gasps.

“Watch me, baby. Now, get dressed. Let’s go eat.” His big paw smacks my ass hard and makes a loud clap. I flinch. I guess my day is free so why the hell not go have lunch with him?

“Where are my clothes?” I scan the floor for my abandoned shorts and tank, but they are nowhere to be found. I arch one brow quizzically. He stands from the bed and slips his hands into his pants pockets.

“Yesterday before I came to get you I had Brian go shopping. According to him every gay man has an eye for fashion. The things he and the sales lady chose arrived this morning. I brought them in while you slept.” He flicks his chin towards an open set of French doors.

“It’s in the closet.”

“Oh.” It’s such a presumptive thing to do and part of my brain says I should be irritated with his forwardness, but I am just so shocked that he bought anything for me.

“Why would you do that?” He shrugs then strides over to where I am standing still with not a stitch of clothing covering me. He pulls me to him and holds my gaze.

“I want you to understand something, Josephine. When I say something I mean it. I meant what I said last night. I want you. I’d be crazy to let you go. If you just give me the chance I’ll win you over. You’ll realize this is not just some hookup.” He turns me by my shoulders and steers me to the massive walk-in closet. We walk in and he directs me to a rack of clothing.

“I can’t repay you for these things,” I say softly as I look away from him. I feel embarrassed to admit just how poor I am. I have no savings and my belongings are limited.

“The only thing I want from you is you.”

“I-” He interrupts my protest.

“You think you can’t give that to me, but I am going to prove you wrong. Just let me prove you wrong, Josephine.” The pleading in his voice rings out clear to me. Damnit. I feel so emotional right now. It has to be the timing of all this. The closing of the store in such close proximity to the anniversary of the accident is what’s got me emotional. Yeah, that’s it. I lift my hand and run it across the long row of clothes hanging in front of me. Unwelcome tears sting the backs of my eyes. No one has ever been so…nice to me. Not that I deserve anything nice, but still. He grasps my chin forcing me to look at him.


“Don’t cry they are just clothes. No big deal.” I swipe at my stupid big tears.

“No one has ever given me anything. Sutton gave me an outfit to work in but he was a real dick about it and you…you’re just giving me this shit and it’s a lot more than I deserve. I ju-” His grip on my chin tightens and I shut my mouth.

“I don’t want to hear that from you ever again do you understand?” I give a tiny nod.

“No. Say you understand.” His voice is stern and I impulsively listen and do as he says. It’s beyond annoying.

“I understand.”

“You are an amazing woman who has had a f*cked up life because of some irresponsible a*shole. That man’s actions have hurt you in many ways. I want to make it right. Had those things never happened to you I bet you would have had a very different life. You deserve so much. I intend on giving you those things.” Oh my God. This man has got to be a f*cking dream. I don’t deserve shit yet he thinks I do. I have got to give this crazy thing between us a go. I’d regret it if I don’t. Tears build in my eyes, double time and pour over. He wipes them away and holds me to him. I don’t know how or why I was put in his path, but I am glad for it. I think he may be the best thing that has happened to me since the accident. I run my hands over my sodden face and take a deep cleansing breath.

“Okay,” I say with a tone of finality.

“Okay?” He holds me by the shoulders and draws back to get a look at me.

“Yeah, okay.” I repeat.

“Okay to the clothes?”

“Okay to…you know,” I shrug and flick a wrist pointing in no specific direction.

“I mean okay, I’ll be your…your-”

“Girlfriend? You’ll date me?” His face lights up, and f*ck if it doesn’t make my apprehension vanish into thin air. He is something else.

“Yes.”

“Exclusively?”

“I sure as hell hope so,” I snap.

“Good because I don’t intend on sharing you with any other man.” He looks at me squarely and I absorb the look of satisfaction in his eyes. It’s raw and disarming. “I can make you happy.” I believe him too. I don’t know how but something in me tells me that he can and will. I may be an idiot for believing him but the alternative is not an option. I’ll give him, give us a chance.

“I know you can,” I say softly. His lips lift into just a fraction of a smile.

“I put the rest in that dresser.” He points to an island dresser like I’ve seen in one of those fancy ass home magazines. There are two of them in the middle of this living room sized closet.

“There’s more in there?” He smiles and nods. I look around in awe. I can’t even wrap my brain around this. I have a tiny little closet that is barely full. I have thrift store clothing mostly since I refuse to pay very much for a pair of jeans or a top. I guess my time on the streets taught me how to be frugal if nothing else.

“Yes. Though I like the idea of you being panty-less around me, I would not deny you undergarments,” he jokes. I turn and smack his arm playfully. He sweeps me up to him again and lays another breath taking kiss on me. He breaks away and rests his cheek against mine.

“I need to feed you then I have something I want to discuss but, take your time, baby.” He releases me and smacks my ass then leaves me in the massive closet alone. I should shower before dressing in these fancy clothes. I walk out of the closet and into his resort style bathroom. I swing open the door to the shower.

“What the hell?” I moan. How do you turn this thing on? There are multiple sprayer thingies and a few different controls. Who in the hell decided to screw up taking a shower by complicating it? I fiddle with the taps until finally warm water shoots from just the main shower head above me. Thank f*ck for small miracles. I use his products and I can’t say I mind in the slightest. I like the smell of his soap. It reminds me of him. I’ll have to remind myself not to sniff my own arm all day like some jonesing crack head. I laugh at my inner musings and towel off. I enter the closet again and pull open one of the dresser drawers. Panty heaven! There must be dozens of panties here. All types and colors. I dig through the undergarments like it’s Christmas day. Lace. Cotton. Silk. Boyshorts. Thongs. G-Strings. Bikini. I sigh as I choose a pair of red lace boyshorts. I pull them on and locate a black lace bra in the next drawer. I open the next drawer and it’s full of those garter things with the nylons. I don’t know what in the hell he expects me to do with those. I have never even worn them before. The next two drawers have lingerie, nightgowns, and pajamas in every style, fabric and color.

“Wow,” I say to myself. I walk back over to the rack of clothing. My eyes scan over all the garments. My sights set on a Navy chiffon shell. I have seen things like this, but I don’t own anything like it. I quickly locate a white camisol and pull it on. I find a pair of really nice white linen shirts with a cuffed hem and I slip those up over my hips. I slide the shell over my shoulder and button it. I glance down to the bottom of the rack and there must be two dozen pairs of shoes here. I feel like I am one of those prank shows and someone is going to pop out of the rack and burst my bubble. This can’t be really happening. I sit down on my ass and finger comb my brown waves. Once my hair is sorted I lean forward and grab a box from the bottom shelf of the rolling rack and flip the lid off.

“Jimmy Sh-shoo? Hmm.” I pull a glittery disco ball looking heel from the box. It’s gorgeous and way fancier than any of the second hand shit in my closet. I put the lid back in place and grab the rest of the boxes. I line them up and flip the lids on all of them.

“Jimmy Shoo. Jimmy Shoo. Jimmy Shoo. Jimmy Shoo.” Who is this Jimmy cat?

“Damon!” I shout like a mad woman. Nothing.

“Hmm. DAMON!” I can hear some fumbling and a second later Damon barrels into the closet with wide eyes. Ah, shit. I scared him.

“What’s wrong? Why are you on the floor?” He sounds panicked and I feel like a total a*shole. I yell for Sutton all the time and he for me. I guess it’s a habit.

“Sorry.” I cringe. He visibly relaxes.

“I was just wondering about these.” I hold up a glittery pump and his brows shoot up.

“Okay, but I doubt I can tell you very much about women’s footwear.” I click my tongue at his smartass remark.

“No, I was wondering about the brand. Who is Jimmy Shoo?” He laughs at me and I throw the heel at him. He catches it with little effort.

“Okay, I am a guy and even I know that Jimmy Choo is a designer. The ladies like his stuff,” he explains.

“Oh. Choo as in chew. Got it. These look expensive. How much are they?” I slip on a pair of navy cork wedge heels. I am glad to see a few pairs of wedges since they are the only type of heel I know how to walk in. I only have a few shoes and one pair of wedge sandals. These are really nice. I feel spoiled right now and I am kind of loving it.

“It doesn’t matter the price,” he answers and I cock a brow as I stand.

“How much, Damon?”

“Doesn’t matter, Josephine.” I cross my arms over my chest and prop out a sandal clad foot.

“Tell me or I’m going home,” I threaten. His eyes widen.

“No you aren’t. I’m keeping you.” He strides over to me and my mound of shoes. He bends down and tosses me over his shoulder. I squeal and slap his ass from my upside down position. A low laugh rumbles from him as he totes me from his room and down the stairs to his kitchen. I laugh as he flips me upright and sits me down on his countertop.


“What can we make to eat, woman?” I have a taste for the diner.

“Let’s not make a mess. We can go to The Diner.”

“What diner?”

“The Diner. That’s what it’s called.” I shrug.

“I go there for breakfast before work every day. It’s cheap and the coffee is the best. They make great cheeseburgers.”

“The Diner it is.”

“You have to change clothes though. It’s not a suit and tie kind of place.”

“Only if you help me.”

“I think I can arrange that.” I smile a naughty smile and I know I’m in trouble. He growls as he tosses me back over his shoulder and heads towards the stairs.