“You take the reins,” he said, leaning back on the bed to watch her fuck him.
She pulled her hair over one shoulder and started bouncing up and down on his dick with force, her breasts moving with her. She could feel herself coming to the height of her climax once more. She rested her hand on his hard chest and rolled her hips.
“Oh, fuck,” he said. “Fuck. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever fucking seen in my life.”
She quirked a smile between heavy breaths. Then, he took her hips in his hands and rocked her down onto him harder and harder. She hit her release with a scream just as he came inside her. Her inner walls squeezed him tight until she collapsed forward on top of him.
He kissed her temple as they both lay there, panting.
“Wow,” she whispered. “I really missed you.”
“I missed you, too.”
“I changed my mind. I don’t think you should leave again.”
He chuckled and lightly kissed her lips. “Hey.”
She glanced up at him through hooded eyes. “Hey.”
“I love you.”
Her heart stopped beating in her chest. “What?”
“I love you so much,” he repeated. He pushed her loose hair off her face and brought his lips to hers once more. “I’ve wanted to tell you every day, but I didn’t want to scare you. Trihn, I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she whispered.
His smile lit up the world. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard.”
In the past, Trihn had been the first to say those words, and they had been her downfall. She knew then that part of her worry had been centered around those three words. Deep down, she had known that she felt that way about Damon, but she hadn’t wanted to fully commit to that if she were just going to get her heart broken.
But now, here they were, and she couldn’t take it back. She would never want to take those words back because they were the unequivocal truth.
She loved Damon Stone.
“OH MY GOD, I am never leaving you two alone ever again,” Trihn said to Damon and Eric.
They were currently directing the models around for her photo shoot.
Her designs had been approved earlier in the week, and she had gotten all the models together for the real deal now. Soon, she would have hundreds of pictures of her designs on gorgeous models. It was almost too hard to believe. But then she looked around the studio where all of her models were just arriving and realized it was very much her reality.
Since Bryna and Stacia were out of town, she had corralled Damon and Eric to help in their places. Unfortunately, that meant a whole lot of goofing off and not all that much actual work.
“You two are killing me,” she said.
“We’re just following orders,” Eric said.
“Yeah, Trihn. It’ll all happen just how you want it to,” Damon agreed.
“Plus, this one’s phone keeps going off every five minutes,” Eric said. “Makes it hard to pay attention and not goof off.”
Trihn raised her eyebrows.
Damon punched Eric. “Thanks for telling on me.”
Eric laughed and walked away to get more work done. Damon stepped up to Trihn with a sheepish grin on his face.
“I thought you were going to take this seriously.”
“Love, I am taking your work seriously. This is all fucking incredible. I’m so proud of you.”
She beamed. “Thanks. I can’t believe how great it’s all turning out.”
Damon’s phone dinged again, and he groaned, checking the display, before shoving it back into his pocket.
“Your phone never stops going off now.”
“I know,” he grumbled.
“So popular.”
“It was easier dealing with all of this in LA, but I wouldn’t trade being here with you for the world. I want to see your success as much as mine.” His phone pinged three times consecutively. “Fucking hell.”
“Maybe you should just silence it,” she suggested.
He looked down at his phone and apologetically back at her. “I’m waiting on a call from my agent. Chloe said that something was in the works and to wait to hear about it.”
“Just for a couple of hours?” she pleaded. “One hour?”
“You’re right,” he said automatically. He turned the ringer off and pushed the phone out of sight, unanswered. He pulled her forward by her belt loops and planted a kiss on her lips. “I want to be here for you, not halfway to LA.”
She leaned into him and sighed. Ever since he had gotten back from LA, they had been in this happy lovey-dovey honeymoon stage that she wouldn’t trade for anything.
“I wish we could stay in this moment forever,” she admitted.
He dropped his head so that he could whisper into her ear, “Well, I could think of a few other things we could be doing.”
She took a deep breath to try to calm down her racing heart. “Don’t tease me.”
“But it’s so much fun.”
“It’s sweet torture.” She took an unsteady step backward, remembering where she was.
Damon had a confident smile on his face. He knew exactly what he had done to her.
A minute later, Francesca came out of the dressing room in her first outfit—the black cutout dress that Trihn had worn to the Chloe concert.
“Wow,” Trihn breathed.