Wait…
Wait a whole flippin’ hour.
Me: For fuck’s sake, just say you’re pissed.
Damon: I’m pissed at your foul mouth, young lady.
Me: Oh, sorry. You don’t mind then?
Damon: Oh, I mind, but it doesn’t change the fact you need to go on this trip.
Me: Thank you for understanding.
Damon: Your mouth, on the other hand, gives me more motivation to bend you over my desk.
Me: Noted.
Damon: Still feeling better today?
Me: Much
Damon: Then be ready.
Damon
Down the hall, I stroll into George’s office and shut the door.
“What is going on? You seldom come in here.”
I glance around the room and admire the sailboat paintings. George owns a classic Wellington 44, but I know his heart is set on purchasing a newer sailboat. I believe he will own it soon.
“Damon, you’re scaring me here. What the fuck?”
“I met with Tiffany.”
“In person? I hope you did that somewhere publicly.”
“I did. She’s dying, man.”
“You believe that?”
“Yeah, I believe her. It’s AIDS. She wants me to take the kid.”
George’s eyes round, and he rises from his chair. Strolling over to his minibar, he pours two drinks.
“Here,” he says, handing me a glass. “You probably need this.”
“Naturally, I told her no, but I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Isn’t there someone else who could take care of him?”
“She claims he will be a ward of the state and placed in foster care.”
“What did Alayna say?”
I glance around the room again.
“God, you’re a jackass sometimes. When will you learn?” he asks.
I hang my head. “I know. I’m going to tell her. I’m just sick of the past intruding on the great thing we have together.”
“It’s not going to be great if she hears this news from someone else. Tell her, Damon. Tell her before it’s too late.”
Alayna
I’m watching some television and making a packing list on my iPhone’s note app. I’m also eating the BLT and baked chips Margaret insisted on making me before she left.
An entertainment show reporting all the latest celebrity gossip is on, so I occasionally tune in to see which Kardashian or Jenner is taking up the limelight. It’s multitasking at its finest.
I guess I should be watching CNN or The Discovery Channel instead. I’m typing on my phone screen to remember my white sandals.
“Erotica author Damon Lear was spotted having coffee with a distraught woman,” the female news reporter claims. My eyes shoot to the television screen.
“Where was his fiancé, Author Alexa Wynn? And who is this mysterious woman who appeared with Ms. Wynn on another occasion?” she asks.
“No he didn’t!” I scream loudly as I look at the photo of Damon and Tiffany at a coffee shop. Grabbing a piece of bacon out from between the bread on my plate, I launch it at the television. “Take that, you pig!”
I drop my plate on the end table and jump from the sofa. “I’m over his secrets, but I’m not running away this time.”
Hurrying to my bedroom, I throw on an outfit and tie up my unruly, red curls. My car was brought here from St. Louis, but since Damon hates me driving in the city, it sits.
Well, not today, Mr. You can kiss my ass!
OK, he would enjoy that too much. He needs an eye-opener is what he needs.
Chapter Five
Damon
I’m speaking to George when I hear her voice. Alayna is yelling for me in the hallway. I jump from my chair and open the office door. She’s standing in front of me with Helen right next to her. My assistant’s eyes are huge as she gives me a sympathetic look.
“There you are, Mr. Celebrity. I need a word with you in private,” Alayna barks. Her fists are clenched, and steam might be coming out of her ears.
“Sir, I’m sorry,” Helen says.
“It’s fine, Helen. Please go back to your desk.”
“I warned you about this long ago. Good luck,” George says as he squeezes around Alayna to exit.
I head back toward my desk, and Alayna follows, slamming my door behind her. “How could you meet with her without telling me? You lost it when I met with Michael!”
“Yeah, and you’re obviously losing it. Calm down.”
“I had to see the two of you on television. Once again, I found out a secret of yours on TV. You told me no more secrets.”
“Alayna, I was going to tell you tonight. You were so sick yesterday.”
“You didn’t know I was sick when you went to see that bitch!” Nervously, Alayna tightens the elastic band that is holding her hair haphazardly on top of her head.
“I know and I’m sorry. I wanted to be sure she wasn’t going to drop some heavy news on us. I had no idea someone was still following me and would report on it.”
Grabbing hold of her shoulders, I duck my head to look closely in her eyes. “Baby, I’m sorry you had to find out that way. I’m sick of my past interfering with our relationship. I thought by meeting with her first, I would verify that it was bullshit, tell you, and we could move forward, but she did have important news.”
“Oh, no, her kid is yours, isn’t he?”
“No, he’s not.”
Alayna pulls free and gives me a puzzled expression.
“What did she say?”
“She’s dying from AIDS. She wants me to take care of her kid.”
“Oh, wow. So, she wants your money?”
“Sort of. She wants me to physically take care of Cameron. He believes I’m his father.”
“How could she do that to him? God, you know his name. Sounds like you two had a serious talk, and I’m not sensing the hatred you were previously holding toward her.”
“Oh, I hate that bitch, but I still have a fucking heart, Alayna.”
“I know that.” She rubs her temples. “I’m sick, too, of the past causing us to fight.” Her eyes lift to mine, and I wish they didn’t convey her sadness. “I’m sorry I freaked out.”
Pulling her into my arms, I hug her tightly.
“It’s OK. I’ll spank you later.”
She giggles against my chest, and it’s the best sound I’ve heard all day. It’s also the biggest relief.
I cup her face and kiss her softly. “I’m sorry again that I didn’t tell you I was going to meet with her. George has always told me to keep communication open with you, but I’m still learning.”
“We’re learning together and obviously while traveling a difficult path.”
“Yeah, but we’re taking that walk together.” Since we’re not supposed to keep secrets, I tell her about the private investigator I have following Curtis, too. This goes over about as well as the previous news.
Alayna and I discuss Tiffany’s situation. She actually thinks I should consider caring for Cameron. I mean we should consider it. This would completely impact her, as well, yet she seems to want to help the kid.
I’m not going for the idea, and Alayna decides it is best to leave and give us space to think about it.
That’s fine. She can have some space and be pissed at me a little longer, but when I get home, she’s going to be reminded of why she loves me.
Alayna
I’m working at my desk around five in the evening when my phone vibrates next to me.
Damon: Are you in my office?
Me: No, mine.
Damon: I want you in my office, Alayna. Naked–on my desk–legs spread wide.
Holy fuck. The wetness and need to squeeze his cock between my thighs is instant.
Me: Yes, Sir.
He must already be in the building. I hit save on my latest manuscript and remove my clothing. After padding to his office, I clear his desk of everything.
Sav
oring the smell of leather and hardwood, I’m struck with a thought about our honeymoon as I climb up on the cool surface and plant my ass where he usually wants it; right in the center. I want to go on a wilderness vacation with him.
I’m still aggravated that he kept his meeting with Tiffany a secret and that he’s been spying on Curtis, but I won’t tell him no when it pertains to our sex life.
He makes the rules, and I’m eager to follow them. My legs are spread wide, and I can’t resist touching myself to verify what I know is true. I’m dripping wet for him.
“Hmm …” he says as he crosses the doorway, “starting without me?” My hand swiftly moves as if it’s been caught in the candy jar, and I palm the desk.
“No, Sir, I only wanted to feel how wet you make me.” Treading across the room, he removes his chocolate brown tie and gazes at me with immense desire. I feel excited, yet I’m at ease, because we’re together and whole again.
“Fuck, you have no idea what talk like that does to me.”
“Sir, I thought you were bending me over the desk,” I say with a sly grin as I tilt my eyes up at him and begin unbuttoning his shirt.
“No worries. After we fuck, I’m spanking you right over this workspace. I don’t know how I ever get shit done after we’ve messed around in here.” He’s smirking, and I once again enjoy the lighthearted Damon.
It hits me that he’s like this more often since he feels he can trust me. I’m glad I didn’t run today and heard him out, but I still don’t completely understand why he waited to tell me.
“What are you thinking about because your expression has me doubting it’s sex?” he asks.
“I’m still curious as to why you met with Tiffany without telling me.” My arms finish the last button of his cream shirt before I push it over his shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
Damon sighs and frames my face. “I was trying to shield you. Please believe me, and let’s put this behind us. I was protecting our relationship.”
Grabbing both my hands, he brings them to his mouth and kisses them. With eyes that never betray mine, he then undoes his belt and drops his khaki dress pants and boxers. Damon Lear is about to show me exactly what I mean to him.
He lays me back on the desk before he yanks me to the end of it. Clutching my hips, he slowly inches his way into me. The fullness from his large cock is ecstasy, and I fight the urge to close my eyes to relish in the completeness and pleasure I feel.
“This between us … it’s sacred, Alayna, and I’ll die or kill before I let anyone take you from me. I had to know she wasn’t pulling some stunt.”
He slides almost completely out of me, causing me to whimper, but he fills me full again, just as slowly, pushing even farther and harder to give me what I desire most.
His control is impressive as he stills and leans over to take as much of my breast into his mouth as he can. He sucks and bites my nipple lightly before his tongue swirls around the stiff peak.
“Your tits are fantastic, baby. They’re all mine, and I love to suck them.” He’s groping them firmly now.
“I love it, too.”
“Tell me what you want, Alayna.”
“I want you to fuck me hard and spank me harder.”
A groan deep from his sculpted chest crowds the spacious room as he drives into me. His body is smacking against mine repeatedly, filling me to the hilt, and I moan loudly and shamelessly.
Damon fucks me, taking what he craves, and in the process, he leaves my mind, body and soul everything they need.
Damon
As hard as I’m pounding into Alayna, you would think it was a meaningless fuck with a cheap whore, but it’s anything but that. I’m showing her the longing I feel for her every second of the day. It builds and builds from the time we have sex until we can do it again, the desire for her never subsiding.
Grasping her hip, I use my other thumb to rub her clit as I slam into her once more. My threshold is met. I explode, bringing her along with me, and she milks me for all it’s worth.
I stay chained to her and the powerful sensations I can never get enough of. With her head tilted, her curls are like a damn sunset on my desk. Her back is arched and fists clasping the edge of the wood tightly.
Alayna is the most erotic sight. Pulling out, I slip a hand behind her back and lift her up to my chest. She’s panting against me, her forehead sweating against my neck.
“Get your breath. I will be back to bend you over this desk.” I leave her alone to get what she craves second to a good fuck.
When I return to my office, she’s standing at the side of the massive piece of hardwood. She looks like a cream colored sculpture you would find in the middle of a fountain or foyer, yet Alayna is flexible, and I plan to make the most of it.
Giving her a long kiss first, I turn her around and place my hand at the top of her back. I lay her over my desk and skim my hand down the length of her spine.
She’s a sight to behold. My fingers slide over each ass cheek, tracing the curvy shape of them. “Like your tits, your ass is sensational, baby. It could only look better a bright shade of red.”
Alayna
I lose Damon’s touch as he steps away from me. I know what is ahead, and unlike in the beginning of our relationship, I’m not tense as I wait for what’s to come. I’m restless for what will bring us physically back together … for what will bring us closer.
The sting escalates my already fired up libido. After the first strike, he drags the flogger over each ass cheek. Pulling it away, he hits my left side again. I sense the moisture between my legs and want even more pain.
“Palms on the desk–cheek to the surface, Alayna.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say as I drop from my forearms. A much harder hit stings deeper, and my face shoves against the smooth surface. His groan of satisfaction is in rhythm with my whimper.
“Damn, your ass is getting red.” Another hard snap has my legs trembling and my pussy soaked.
Leaving a trail of goose bumps behind, his hand slithers up the middle of my back and into my hair. Clutching my curls forcefully, his tongue licks the shell of my ear.
“You like it when I hurt you in our scenes, but I won’t hurt you otherwise. I won’t let anyone else harm you, either. So, tell me you understand why I withheld the news about Tiffany and Curtis.”
“I understand, Sir.”
“I was only trying to protect you.”
“I believe you, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Gripping my hair firmly, he turns my face to meet his and gives me a passionate kiss. His tongue is urgent as his dick grows hard against my ass. I hear the flogger hit the floor before his dick is sliding between my slick folds.
Grabbing my hair and my ass, he moves in and out of me slowly. The tip of his cock barely staying in sends a shiver through me as my body pines for more.
His controlled movements bring us both unrelenting pleasure, and as much as I like it hard and fast, the slow and precise motion is erotic as ever. He’s making love to me in true Damon fashion.
Feeling his legs tremble against mine, I know he’s close. He slides in the farthest he has yet and holds there as he pulses inside of me, his orgasm claiming him. It’s one of the only moments I feel I have control, and it’s a high for me all in itself.
“I love you, precious,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re my everything.”
“I know, Sir, and you are mine.”
Chapter Six
Alayna
“A baby? Congratulations, man,” Damon says on the phone as we ride in the car to his office.
Oh, shit, is he talking to Seth?
I have failed to tell Damon about Felicia’s pregnancy. I was sure he’d think I planned to be with child next. I guess I haven’t wanted to see the look of panic on his face that I’ve already witnessed when he suspected I was pregnant.
The first time was during my showdown with Curtis, and the second was when he picked me up at the doctor’s office.
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p; The look disappointed me because I want to have a baby with Damon. Yes, I desire to be married first, but I don’t want to wait years. I’m afraid years might lead to never from Damon’s fear of letting down his child the way his father failed him.
I’ve also avoided having the conversation about Tiffany’s kid because I believe it will lead to an argument, but it’s a topic my gut won’t let up on.
After everything Margaret told me about Damon’s generosity, and after witnessing his kindness firsthand, I believe he could parent a child that’s not his; even Tiffany’s child. My stomach is queasy now as I wait for Damon to end his call and give me that look.
Yep, that one.
“When did you find out?” he asks.
“Uh, the day I tried on my dress.”
He leans his head back against the seat. “The obstetrician’s office … Felicia was there because she’s pregnant.”
“Yes, and since I became sick, the staff worried I might be pregnant, too. I’m sorry.”
“Why wouldn’t you think you could tell me?”
“I didn’t want you worrying it was contagious.” He can’t help but smile at my joke. Whew, that was a close call. “Don’t be mad. I was going to tell you soon. I knew Seth would, anyway.
“I just thought I had a little more time. You’ve been so stressed out already with the merger and the mess with Curtis. Then, there is Tiffany back in the picture.”
“She’s far from in the picture.”
“That’s not true, Damon. I’m thinking about her situation constantly, so you have to be at least a little.”
Squeezing my hand, he leans his head back harder against the seat. “I knew you would be worrying about her son. It’s your sweet nature to do so.”
“Can you honestly say you haven’t?”
He sighs loudly. “I do think about it often, but I really want to ignore it.”
“How can we when we have the means of helping? He’s a helpless kid.”
“Maybe we can help him financially, but he should be in a home with other kids.”
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