Wreck Me

I explain where the diner is and we make the trip across town in comfortable silence. His hand crosses the console of this fancy beamer and claims a spot on my thigh. He looks over at me and squeezes as he smiles exposing his pearly white teeth. It successfully melts my indifferent heart. Damon does something to me and I don’t know what the hell to think of it. I’m so out of sorts, but I am kind of enjoying it. I don’t feel so alone with him. I feel like I belong somewhere. Like I belong with someone. It’s a revelation in my screwed up world.

He parks right in front and jumps out. He walks around to my side of the car and opens my door. Someone pinch me. He has got to be joking. No one holds open doors for me. I sit and admire how great he looks in his jeans, plain white snug fitting tee and Chucks. He is gorgeous whether he is in a suit and tie or in his plain casual clothes. His warm amber eyes seem to glow in the sunlight. The thick dark hair flutters in the light breeze.

“Are you going to get out or should I bring your food to the car?” I snap out of my ogling and step out.

“Sorry I was enjoying the view.” He sweeps my hand from my side and threads our fingers together. I freeze and he tugs me along.

“This is what couples do. They hold hands. Eat lunch together. You’ll get use to it.” He gives my hand a squeeze.

We step into the diner and I point at my usual booth. We slide into the worn bench-seat. I wave at Noni. She catches my gesture out of the corner of her eye as she scoops ice into a cup. I watch as her jaw drops. Yep, Noni, I brought a man with me. She whips out her order pad and pencil and all but runs to us.

“Hey, Noni.” I say casually.

“Hey, doll.” She looks to Damon and stares. What the hell Noni? He’s a bit young for you. Noni has got to be in her fifties. I guess she could be a cougar. I wouldn’t doubt it. She is a beautiful middle-aged woman. Her dark brown hair is sprinkled generously with gray but she wears it well. Crowes feet mar the edges of her almond shaped hazel eyes. But, overall she has aged gracefully which is really saying something for a woman who has busted her ass as a waitress for all of her adult life.

“Noni, this is my -”

“Boyfriend,” Damon interjects as he shoves his arm forward. Noni extends her hand to him and they shake.

“Damon, this is Noni. I see this woman about as much as I see Sutton.”

“Damon Cole, it’s a pleasure to meet the woman who feeds my lady breakfast.” Damon winks at her while showing off that winning smile. I roll my eyes as I watch Noni’s face pale and her hands tremble. Really? Dear, God Non, get ahold of yourself.

“Damon Cole,” she mutters. Okay this is awkward.

“Alrighty,” I say feigning enthusiasm as I drum my fingers on the table.

“Now that introductions are out of the way… I’m starving what about you?” I look to Damon.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having.” I nod. Smart man.

“Okay, that’s fair enough. So then we will take two cheeseburgers with bacon, double patty for big guy here, cut the lettuce, tomato, and onion, mayo for me, and…” I arch a brow at Damon.

“Mustard,” he adds.

“Mustard for him, two orders of fries, and two waters. No lemon.” I cap off my order with a smile and Noni walks away with our order scribbled down.

“How long have you been coming here?” I take in a deep breath and think back.

“Right after I started working at the store, so seven years I guess.” He nods.

“So what was it that you wanted to discuss with me?” He begins to open his mouth, but is cut off by my damned phone. I dig the phone out and see that it’s Sutton. I swear the old fart is the only one who ever calls me. It’s a testament to how lackluster my life really is. Was. Whatever. I swipe my thumb across the screen and hold it to my ear.

“What’s up, Captain?” I glance to Damon and watch him purse his lips together and pinch the bridge of his nose. What the hell is wrong now?

“Have you talked to that boyfriend of yours?” I scowl at his tone.

“He isn’t my boyfriend!” I clip into to phone. I glance up to Damon. He is pissed. F*ck. His eyes narrow on me and I feel pinned to this seat. I need to get off this phone and explain.

“Well, if he isn’t your boyfriend he will be when you find out that he is the one who bought the store. That man seems to be set on impressing you, Miss USA.”

“I’ll call you back,” I mumble down the line then hang up.

“Not your boyfriend huh?” I stare at him blankly. I don’t know what the hell to make of what Sutton said about him being the buyer. Why would he do that? I don’t even know what to say to him. Noni interrupts our silent staring match. She sets the plates down and nearly trips over her own feet trying to get away from us.

“You bought the store?” He looks up from his food.

“We will talk about this when we get back to my place.” His voice is firm and intimidating. I must’ve really pissed him off. I press forward anyway.

“No. I want to talk about it now.” He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath. He opens them and his fiery eyes burn into me.

“No. We will discuss this when we get back, Josephine.” He waves two fingers in the air to signal Noni for the check and she delivers it along with two to-go boxes. He loads up both our meals and tosses a one-hundred dollar bill on the table. He slips out of the booth and drags me towards the car.

Our ride back to his place was silent, but far from comfortable. When we get into the elevator he jabs his finger angrily into the panel. Why the hell is he so quiet? I need to explain why I said that to Sutton and he needs to explain what the hell is going on with the store. The elevator comes to a stop and the doors open. He still hasn’t said a word. My hand is swept from my side and tugged forward. He opens the front door and pulls me behind him. I try pulling away, but his grip on me only tightens. I wish he would just stop and say something. The silence is unnerving.

“Are you going to say anything? Tell me what’s going on?”

“Baby, I’m about to tell you everything you need to know. Trust me.” I’m dragged up the staircase so fast my feet can barely keep pace with his. He leads us into his library and I am utterly confused. Are we seriously going to sit down and talk things over in the f*cking library like two stuffy business associates?

“Take off your clothes, Josephine,” he orders in a quiet, but low voice.

“What?” My brows bunch together.

“Take off your clothes or I’ll take them off for you, but it’s doubtful that you will be able to wear them again, once I’m done.” I stand frozen in place feeling shocked and confused at his words. I don’t understand why he won’t just talk about this shit.


“Fine,” he huffs as he strides forward to me. He grips the delicate fabric of the navy shell and rips it open.

“My shirt!” I gasp. His hands go to the hem of my camisol and muscles it open also. What the hell? His destructive hands go to the waistband of my shorts and rip! F*ck! I’m left in my panties and bra before him.

“Talking seems a lot more productive then tearing up clothes, don’t you think?” I grate through gritted teeth.

“Ready to talk, Josephine?” What? I’m so confused. I furrow my brows again and begin to shake my head.

“Let’s talk baby,” he purrs in my ear. Oh shit. My stomach flips and flutters as I grasp what he intends on doing. I can’t say I don’t want it. I could use an orgasm or two, or three. He grips my bra and easily snaps it open. It falls to the floor. The delicate fabric of my underwear is no match for his brute force. He demolishes them with one forceful yank.

“Now we talk.” I say nothing in return. I am speechless and turned on by my amazing man with multiple facets. His fingers grip me about the elbow and guide me behind one of the oversized plush chairs.

“Bend over and ready yourself, baby.” Ready myself for what? My hands develop a small tremor as I lean forward over the chair as instructed. I peek back over my shoulder and see him shed his clothing. My core tightens with anticipation. The heat between my legs burns white hot as my arousal builds. His big hand lands on the back of my neck, and gives a brief squeeze before trailing down my spine. One finger slips between my cheeks and trails down the seam of my opening. I close my eyes and revel in the feel of his touch. The tearing of foil catches my attention and I am glad that the condom discussion has been saved for another time. The head of his erection nudges against my opening. He carefully and gently guides the tip of himself into me. I breathe deeply in anticipation. He moves in further just a fraction.

“Who are you, Josephine?” he asks in a calm yet lusty voice. I see what he is playing at.

“I’m your girlfriend,” I answer feeling a little proud of myself.

“If you are my girlfriend then what does that make me, Josephine?” he punctuates his sentence by filling me with the full length of his cock all at once. I gasp and rock up to my tip toes involuntarily. His strong hands grip my hips tightly and I struggle to fill my lungs. He withdraws slowly.

“Tell me.” Once again, he plows into me stealing my breath in the most delicious way. My body clenches in pleasure.

“My boyfriend.” My voice comes out weak and breathy.

“Say it again,” he orders. I comply on yet another hard thrust.

“Ah! My boyfriend.” He rears back and comes at me again. The head of his cock bangs away at the deepest parts of me sending exquisite little aches through my womb.

“Again,” he pants.

“My boyfriend!” I shout. His speed increases by double and he takes me to climax in no time. One hand leaves my hip to reach around and massage my breast. He groans in appreciation. I feel his body tense as he nears orgasm with me. I pant hard and begin seeing spots. My stomach clenches. My channel tightens around his perfect cock. A lightning storm of raw pleasure rips through my veins as my orgasm consumes me. He stills buried deep and shudders. A guttural groan resonates through his chest. His fingers dig into my flesh while our bodies are overcome with breath taking ecstasy in perfect sync. He rests his forehead against my back. He pulls out of me and stands me upright to face him.

“I didn’t mean it,” I say on a rush.

“I only said it because of Sutton. I don’t want to hear any shit from him.”

“I’d never deny you. Please don’t deny me.” Oh damn I feel like a real douchebag. He sounds wounded and I am to blame. Who cares if Sutton knows? I can handle his old ass. I won’t be able to hide my relationship with Damon forever.

“Why’d you buy the store? Are you going to turn it into a bar or something?”

“Look around yourself,” he orders and I do. I scan the library. My eyes flit over the rows and rows of books around me. I look back to him and quirk up an eyebrow. So what does he want me to see?

“Books are what you love. They are what you know. It’s obviously your passion. I didn’t want you to lose that. You’ve lost enough.” His voice is low and velvet smooth in my ears. My heart squeezes and aches in my chest. I feel the sting of tears threatening.

“What?” I whisper barely loud enough to hear. Those honey eyes cut into me. He grips my shoulder with one hand and runs the backside of his other hand over my jaw.

“You’ve lost enough. I bought the store for you. I want you to run it. It’s in your hands now.”

“You didn’t buy it so you’d have some kind of control over me?” The corner of his lips lift into a small smirk.

“I’d be lying if I said that purchasing the store in no way benefitted me.”

His big bare shoulders lift and fall as he shrugs.

“I figured it’s the way to my ladies heart. So I bought the place.” Without hesitation I wrap my arms around his middle and breathe a deep sigh of relief.

“I…I…”

“Hush.” He lifts a finger and holds it to my lips effectively silencing me.

“I told you I’d give you what you deserve. Let me show you.” He bends at the waist and sweeps me off my feet. I am pulled tight against his defined chest and carried down the wide corridor to his room. I feel as if I am in some type of euphoric daze and I have to admit that I have never felt so lucky in my life. His generosity doesn’t feel like charity. It feels like something good and genuine and beautiful, and it’s mine as long as I take what he offers. I can’t refuse him. Not in any capacity.





“I don’t get it? Why me? You’re way out of my league.” He sets me down on his bed and climbs over the top to lie down beside me. He wraps his arms around my bare body and tugs me into his chest. It is quickly becoming my favorite place to be. I feel so safe here. I feel…right, being here. Right here in his arms. It’s so damn confounding. I peek over my shoulder at Damon and his warm eyes are on me.

“I can’t explain it. I saw you and everything came together for the first time in my life. It felt like breathing. You are the one who is out of my league. I don’t deserve you. Trust me.” Why would he say that? Even hearing it makes me ache for him. I turn in his arms to face him.

“You…you are amazing in every way! How in the hell could you possibly not deserve me? I just hope by some miracle I can really be what you think I am.”

“I know I’m right about you. I can feel it. My gut is never wrong.”

“You are kind of cocky and a whole lot bossy, big man,” I muse tauntingly. He cocks up a brow and smiles a panty dissolving pearly white crooked smile. Damn I am in so much trouble with him. I never knew I could feel this happy around someone. I could easily fall for him. Hell maybe I already am.

His fingers crawl up my ribs then tickle me beneath my arms.

“Stoooooooooop!” I squeal like a wounded animal and flail about.

“Aw, my Josephine can’t stand to be tickled,” he teases as he keeps at it. I squirm and bat at him.

“Pleaaaaase!” I cry out. His hands leave my sides. I am rolled to my back as his big frame lifts and he swings a leg over me. He straddles me. My arms are pulled above my head and he holds me immobile with ease. My smile fades as I look up into those pools of warm honey. I like being here. I enjoy being with him. I don’t know how I could ever not have him. What if this doesn’t go anywhere? What if it doesn’t last?


“What’s wrong” A deep crease mars his forehead making his concern clear. I sigh and clear my throat to confess my worries. I feel like I can talk to him about it. I should talk to him about it.

“I’m scared.” I admit my fear honestly and watch as he purses his lips together.

“I’m scared that if I get attached to you I will be destroyed if something ever happened to us or to you. I won’t put myself in a position to lose again. I would never survive it.” My eyes are askew and it makes admitting my private concerns easier.

“Look at me,” he demands. I direct my gaze to him without hesitation. He releases his grip on my arms and brings them down. He presses my palms against his naked chest. His skin is warm and tanned. His muscles bulge and ripple when he moves or speaks. Watching him is intoxicating. I couldn’t dream up a more beautiful man. He holds my hands in place against his chest as our eyes stay locked on each other.

“Nothing is going to happen. I won’t let anything or anyone ruin this. You have no need to worry. I won’t let you lose anymore. Do you believe me?” I do believe him. I know it’s completely stupid, but f*ck if there isn’t a little tug in my chest telling me that I believe him. I nod, yes.

“Say it, Josephine,” he says firmly.

“I believe you.” He takes a deep breath and resumes his position beside me.

“That’s good.”

“Can we eat now? I really want my burger before I have to get back to my place.” His grip tightens on me.

“We can eat, but you are staying with me.” The way he just said that has the clearest damn tone of finality I have ever heard. I can’t just stay at his place all the time. I have to check my mail and pay my bills and wash laundry and other shit that normal adults do at their home.

“I don’t have a choice. I have to…feed my fish.” What? What the hell? Why am I lying about owning a fish? What’s so hard about telling him hell no I have to go home because I have shit to do? I groan internally at my lie and lack of ability to sever myself from him. F*ck my life.

“Oh. You have fish?” He even sounds skeptical. I don’t own a damn fish or dog or cat or anything else that requires love and attention.

“Yep. One of those cheap goldfish in the glass bowl.” He rolls me to face him and I wince a little on the inside I know he can tell I’m full of shit.

“What’s his name?” My eyes dart around as I scramble for a name. Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Oh. Um. I just call him Fish.” I shrug and pretend to pick at my nails. This is a mess. I am no liar and apparently I should stay that way because I flat out suck at lying to Damon. I glance over at him and I can see a smirk play across his mouth.

“Okay fine. I’ll go with you.” He releases me and rocks up out of the bed. I watch his phenomenal naked ass as he makes his way toward the closet. Shit. He can’t come with me. He will want to know where the damn fish is. He won’t accept no for an answer. I’ll make it work. I can do this. I slide off his bed and join him in the closet. He glances over to me as I walk in and start digging through my newly acquired collection of panties. I grab a lacey blue thong and slip them on. Damn these feel nice. Damon walks over to me and stands right up against my ass as I work on choosing a bra. His hands reach around and cup both my breasts. He rolls each of my puckered nipples between his forefinger and thumb. I close my eyes and let my head rest back on his chest. His lips brush against my ear.

“You’re a shitty liar, baby.” I gasp as he punctuates his statement with a rough pinch of both my nipples. His chest shakes with laughter. Jerk. I scoff at him and his hands fall from my breasts. He is full out laughing now.

“Hey! Shut the hell up!” I put on a bra and turn to face him. His hand clutches his defined abs as he laughs uproariously. I perch my hands on my hips and scowl.

“Are you done yet?” I snap. He keeps laughing his awesome ass off.

“A fish? I mean really? Baby, you have to know you are a shit liar. Oh damn that was funny.” He calms and catches his breath. He steps towards me with extended arms. I am not hugging him. A*shole. I bat him away and continue getting dressed.

“Oh c’mon don’t pout. It’s fine. I get it. You need to go over to your place, but I want you to stay with me as much as possible.”

“Fine,” I huff.

“Besides, you need to stay with me tonight. I have a surprise for you bright and early in the morning.” I spin around to face him. He is gorgeous in just boxer briefs.

“Tomorrow is Sunday what could we be doing in the morning?”

“Did you miss the surprise part, baby?” I roll my eyes. He is chipper as hell since I agreed to date him and I guess being chipper also means he is a smart ass.

“Fine, whatever. Let’s go. I have bills to pay and have mail to check and I am sure my trash can smells just splendid.” I pull on a cotton cap sleeve top and a pair of jeans. I spin in the full length mirror. Damn my ass looks nice in these. I will have to agree with Brian. Gay men apparently do have a serious sense of fashion. Damon smacks my ass. No doubt he is thinking the same thing I am.

“Need to give Brian a raise,” he mumbles to himself. I snicker inwardly. He likes my ass. Total ass man.

“C’mon baby. Quicker I get you there the quicker I get you back here. Let’s go.” I smile and take his hand. I don’t particularly enjoy the idea of going back to my shit hole, but I have to. I won’t be there long. I know he wants me here tonight and honestly I do too. I am in deep already. Who wouldn’t be though? He is Mister fan-f*ckin’-tastic. Any woman would be crazy about him. I am no different.

I slide the key into the lock and open the door. I walk in to be greeted by the disgusting smell of the leftover tuna salad I tossed out two days ago.

“AH! F*ck! Tuna!” I run for the trashcan and cinch up the draw string in a hurry. I yank out the half full trash bag and hurl it out my front door onto the stoop. I’ll carry the sour shit to the dumpster on our way out.

“Oh shit, open some windows, will ya?” Damon strides through my small shit hole opening windows as he goes.

“Geez, that’s disgusting. Is there a dead Fish in the can or what?” I see him choke back a laugh at my expense and I glare at him.

“Har-har very funny,” I say flatly. I move through my place making quick work of tidying up. I catch Damon watching me at every turn. I grab my mail and toss out most of it since all I usually get is junk. I slit open my utility bill and nearly fall over when Damon whirls me around and snatches the pile of bills from my hand.

“Hey! That’s private!” I grab at the stack of letters, but he holds them out of reach.

“What are you doing? Give them back!” Damnit! This is embarrassing as hell. He better not open them all. He will see how far behind I am on my phone and electric bill. I’ll die of mortification. He flips open the folded utility statement. Kill me now. I can feel my pride wither and f*cking die at my feet. I turn and walk to my crappy futon couch. I flop down and my shoulders slump in defeat. I can hear him shuffling through my mail and I just want to crawl into a hole and die. I am behind on just about everything, but my last two paychecks went into the garbage. I ripped them up and tossed them in the can. I knew Sutton didn’t have the money to pay me and the store is really my passion too so I figured if Captain isn’t getting a dime I shouldn’t either. It was a sacrifice I made in hopes of buying more time to maybe save the store. I fell behind on everything in the process. It’s all so screwed up. He rounds my futon and sits beside me. I cross my arms on my knees and lean forward to hide my face in my lap. His big hand goes to my back and rubs small circles between my shoulders.


“What else are you behind on?” I groan into my lap, but know that he won’t let it lie.

“A couple things,” I say into my lap and it comes out sounding all muffled.

“The store?” He knows me well already apparently. I have never been this transparent to anyone else. This openness and emotional shit is so far outside of my comfort zone.

“Yes,” I admit reluctantly.

“Sutton hasn’t taken a dime recently because the store can’t really afford it. I knew he didn’t have the money so I haven’t cashed my last two paychecks.”

“You aren’t going to worry about any of this anymore, understand?” I bolt up from my beaten down position.

“What? You aren’t paying my delinquent bills Damon! I do have some sense of pride.” His serious eyes and tightened jaw tells me I am about to battle this too. Dammit! I can’t win anything with him.

“So do I, and my woman worrying about money when I have an ass-ton of it isn’t something I can be proud of. I’m taking care of your finances. End of discussion.” And there it is. Battle lost. Great.

“Okay.” I can’t even look him in the eye. This is a new low for me. No one has ever paid my bills. Failure feels like complete shit.

“Hey. Don’t you dare feel shame. What you did by forfeiting your money is admirable. Most people are too selfish to do such a thing. You are looking out for Sutton and the store. You are an amazing woman whether you realize it or not.” Oh please not again. Tears. Again. What is my problem? My lip quivers and I can feel tears coming.

“I just never wanted to see the store close. I tried really hard. I did.” I wipe away the tears as they spill onto my face. I try to look away from Damon, but he won’t allow it. His hand grips my chin and forces me to look at him tears and all. Great. I have less pride and dignity by the minute.

“We are going to get things on track starting tomorrow. Don’t worry about it anymore.” I wipe my face and take a cleansing breath. I lean over to him and kiss him with all I have. I want him to know how grateful I am for him. I don’t know how I got so lucky and I am damn skeptical of it, but I am happy to have him nonetheless. I may not be able to be proud of my life, but I am damn proud to say that for once I have something to call my own. I have something I feel I can trust. I have Damon. Being his is something I can be proud of, and I am.





By the time we finish taking care of things at my place it was dinner time. I offered to cook on the way back to his place and he was happy for me to get back in his kitchen. I guess he likes my poor man cheeseburger casserole.

“We have to stop by the store. I need some ingredients that you don’t have. I already looked.”

“Okay what store?” he asks in the most genuine way that I almost feel bad for laughing. I look at him and a snort escapes me as I try to swallow down my urge to laugh. He seriously doesn’t know shit about grocery shopping does he?

“The grocery store, Damon. You know where they keep all the food,” I quip. He averts his eyes from the road for a split moment to glare at me. It only furthers my amusement.

“You don’t buy your own groceries do you?” He looks over and he has that same damned sheepish look that gets me every time.

“Aw, you don’t. My big handsome lover man doesn’t know how to grocery shop does he?” I say in a ridiculous baby voice.

“I absolutely know how to purchase groceries.”

“Mhmm, sure you do. Just pull into the next grocery store you see…big man.” I laugh under my breath again.

“Yeah, I’m going to show you just how big I can be when we get back smart mouth.” My stomach flips. I mean, actually flutters with excitement at his threat. I know he will make good on it and I am eager to get what I need from the store and get out!

“Promises. Promises.” He turns into a supermarket parking lot and finds a spot. Once he opens my door and I step out his hand lands hard on my ass cheek and I yelp right there in the parking lot.

“Keep teasing me, baby and you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” Oh hell. Stomach flutters kick into overdrive and I flirt with the idea of encouraging him. He slips my hand into his and laces our fingers together. It feels nice. It feels like we’ve done this for a million years and it’s part of my identity. He is right when he says that seeing each other feels like breathing. It feel like breathing and living and all things good and right in the world. It feels like a damn dream and I dread waking up.

I stroll through the aisles with him in tow and grab the things I will need to make our dinner.

“What are we having?” he asks while tossing miscellaneous items in the shopping cart. He must feel like a kid in a candy shop.

“Chicken cordon bleu. My dad use to make it, but he never got a chance to teach me how so I taught myself. I try to duplicate his recipe as best as I can. I think I have it pretty close.”

“Oh.” Oh? Seriously? No back flips for gourmet cordon bleu? Damn. I guess my man likes to slum with his women and his food. I smile to myself over my private jab and keep walking through the store. Once we get all the things we need and check out, Damon gets us back to the penthouse so I can make dinner. I fiddle around in the kitchen with all the gadgets and cookware. His kitchen is really a dream. I could cook in here every day.

“Hey, can I cook in here every day?” I muse aloud.

“Will you be here every day?” Oh shit. Awkward. Does he want me here every day? I don’t want to crowd either one of us.

“Because if it were up to me…” Damon rounds the island in the middle of the kitchen and stalks toward me with trouble written on his handsome face.

“I’d keep you here all the time. Whether as my woman or my prisoner it wouldn’t matter. I’d still keep you. Right. Here.” He jabs a finger down on the countertop and my eyebrows rocket up my forehead. He wouldn’t! Wait. He probably would.

“You would, wouldn’t you?” A naughty smile eases onto his mouth. He grabs me about the waist and hoists me up onto the counter.

“You’re learning fast, baby.” I love hearing that slip off his tongue.

“I love that,” I whisper breathily as his fingers lightly graze the inside of my thigh. My body responds to his touch quickly and I feel the warmth of my arousal slicken my flesh for him.

“You like what?” I know he is teasing me, but I am fresh clay in his hands when his masterful touch is on my body.

“When you call me baby.” My eyes roll back as his finger tips explore higher up my thigh close to the junction between my legs. I inhale sharply when his hands cup behind both my knees and jerk me wider to accommodate his hips.

“Say it again.” I can feel his warm breath on my cheek and my body hums in response to his touch, to his voice, to his scent. I am at his complete mercy and I love it.

“I love it when you call me baby.” I repeat. His fingers skate to my thrumming center and slip beneath the surface of my shorts.

“I can feel how much you like it.” His thumb begins rubbing small light circles across my * and I moan as I lay my head forward on his muscular shoulder.

“Tell me why you like it when I call you baby.” I can’t think I can only feel. I smell him and I feel him. It’s euphoric. The speed of his rubbing increases and my heart pounds in my chest.

“Ah…I just…like it,” I sputter. His movements slow and I feel robbed!


“Uh-uh. Tell me.” Dammit! He is going to torture me until I tell him.

“I-I don’t know! I just like it.” His movements slow even further and I want to cry and slap him all at the same time.

“Tell me, Josephine.” He growls in my ear.

“Because it makes me feel like I’m really yours!” I whine.

“Don’t forget it either.” He rumbles as he shoves me back to lie across the island. My back hits the granite surface with a thud. I don’t even know how, but before I know it my shorts and panties are missing in action, and Damon’s awe-inspiring mouth is on my neglected p-ssy.

“Oh my, oh, Damon,” I moan. My head rolls from side to side and his sinful tongue slides in and out, up and down. I have never been taken to climax so fast. I feel my stomach tighten. My cheeks feel like they are on fire. My extremities are buzzing with a tingling sensation that travels throughout.

“Ah! Damon!” I scream his name and see spots. I convulse right on the countertop. I shudder and shake as pure pleasure rolls through me. Damon stands up right from his crouched position between my thighs. He has a naughty as hell grin on his face.

“Don’t even f*cking brag, guy!”

“Just say it one time. Come on, baby.” He purrs and it does the trick. I’m pathetic.

“It makes me feel like I’m really yours.”

“Who’s?” he taunts.

“Yours,” I mumble.

“One more time. Who’s?” He puts a finger behind his ear to mock being hard of hearing.

“Yeah, f*ck off, big man.” He chuckles then presses his full lips to mine. I barely kiss him and he growls at my rebellion.

“You had better kiss me, woman.”

“No. It isn’t fair how you manipulate me.” I pout like a petulant child and smack on my best phony sad face.

“Come on, woman. Stop pouting and make me dinner. Just like you are.”

“Thought you just had dinner,” I toss out like a champion of battle of the wits. He winks and my smart ass tendencies evaporate into thin air. F*ck. He is so good at this game. I sigh heavily and wipe down the counter where he had his…appetizer. I get back to work making our dinner, less one pair of panties. I finish cooking, plate our food, and demand to wear my panties while I eat. Eating a hot plate of food while naked is just…hazardous. Damon saw it my way when I mentioned the ramifications of a burned vagina.

“So what is going to happen with the store now?” I cut into my plate of cordon bleu and pop in the first fork full. It’s to die for just like my father use to make. Damon takes his first bite and chews slowly. I hope he likes it.

“This is amazing. You are a fantastic cook.” His compliment has me beaming like a teenage girl with a crush.

“I really wish I could have met your parents.” He looks down at his plate and rolls the stem of his fork between his finger and thumb making the tines twirl.

“I wish you could have too,” I admit. I do. I wish they could have met this gorgeous man that is setting up shop in my heart so easily. I wish we could have those damn family dinners every Sunday that most people dread. I would kill to have family card night where we get together to gamble with fake money. I wish I wasn’t so f*cked up then maybe I would allow myself to have a husband and children. I shut off my stupid run-away thoughts when I feel a lump form in my throat. Damn emotions have been way out of control lately. The rest of dinner passes without us saying much of anything. I have a feeling the emotional shit involving family is a no fly zone for both of us.

“Dinner was outstanding. Thank you.” I smile as his compliment slides past my ears and goes straight to my heart to give me that warm feeling that I am beginning to like. A lot. I smile down at the sink of dishes that I am loading into the dishwasher.

“You’re welcome. Thank you for letting me cook in a real kitchen. I like it.”

“Baby, you are the only woman who has ever made a meal in here and if I have it my way you’ll be the last.” I freeze in place and look at him with wide eyes.

“What?” He makes his way around the counter and comes to a stop close to my side.

“Nothing. Let me take you to bed.” He takes the dirty dish from my hand and closes the dishwasher. His arm wraps around my waist. His hand rests on my hip and we ascend the stairs in silence. What did he just say? The only one? What do I say to that? Do I want to be the only woman who ever makes a meal in that kitchen? My heart pounds in my chest. I feel like I’m losing it a little.

“Don’t over think, Josephine. I didn’t mean to scare you.” I draw in a deep breath of relief. My head tells me this is weird and moving entirely too fast. He just hinted at me living here…or something. But, my heart is happy as hell. I’m so confused with myself. I need to sleep. Sleep should help me clear my head. Without saying a word he leads us into the bathroom and turns on the car wash type shower.

“You have a complicated shower,” I say as I strip off my clothes and let him pull me into the glass enclosure. He positions us beneath the warm spray of water. I lean my head against his chest and could very well fall asleep just like this.

“Tired?”

“Tired. Satisfied. Full. Completely sexed. I guess I could use some sleep.” He holds me to his chest as his hands reach for shower gel. He squeezes some into his hands and lathers it. He spreads the soap over my tired body. I take in the scent of his body wash and the feel of his hands on me. His soapy hand glides between my thighs and gently cleans me. I wince a little from the sore feeling that our library sex earned me.

“Sore?”

“A little,” I admit. He makes a tsk-tsk noise under his breath.

“Looks like I may need to be more careful with my woman.”

“Maybe. Maybe not.” He looks at me with tender honey eyes that consume me on the spot.

“I’ll make that decision.” I half-ass shampoo my brown waves while I watch him lather shampoo through his dark brown messy hair. His warm eyes stay on me, and watch as I rinse then condition my hair, and rinse again. We step out of the shower and towel off. I skip to the closet in a hurry to get some clothes on. I am cold after stepping out of the steamy shower. Damon sweeps up behind me.

“If your cold baby let me warm you.” His lips land on my shoulder as he takes us to the bed. He pulls back the comforter and we climb in. My back meets his chest. He wraps his naked body around mine and the heat between us warms me in no time at all. The goose-bumps go away and the chattering of my teeth ceases. I breathe in deep and snuggle closer into him. My eyelids become leaden and I feel sleep taking me over.

“I love this,” I mumble hazily. His arms tighten around me and his lips kiss the rim of my ear.

“I hope so,” he whispers and I relax into him further.