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gets old. I edge my head forward, hoping that my wanton lips can coax his perfect mouth into giving me what I long for. The grip he has on the nape of my neck tightens fractionally, keeping me in place. It keeps me deprived of what I want and only works to cultivate my appetite for all of him. Just as he wants me. Damon is a calculated man. He has a purpose and a plan for everything he does. Even in the bedroom. His hand on my neck is a subtle way to control and direct me. I happily accept his control over my body.
    “You have to get this wedding planned,” he says hoarsely. “I don’t know how much longer I can wait to make you my wife.”
    Before I can respond to his confession, I’m hauled up in his powerful arms. In one fluid movement, I’m on my back, still fully clothed except for my bare feet. Damon kneels between my widespread legs and flicks open the button and zipper of my denim shorts, tugging them down as I plant my heels and lift my ass. He grasps the waistband of both my shorts and panties and frees me of them, swiftly moving his attention to my cap-sleeved blouse. The soft fabric is lifted up my torso, exposing the beige lace bra that I chose to wear today. The shirt is carefully drawn up over my head then tossed to the floor somewhere beside our bed. It takes him all of a fraction of a second to relieve me of my bra. He falls forward, catching the weight of his body on one carefully planted palm. His other hand clasps me behind my knee, hoisting one leg up on his hip. Once he’s got me spread wide and bare for him, he eyes me carefully. Something unspoken blazes bright in his amber eyes. It’s unfamiliar and it sets me off balance as soon as I see it. He’s got something to say but he isn’t uttering a word. I could ask him what it is, but I know better. Damon isn’t the type of man that can be coerced, bullied, bribed, or threatened into doing or saying anything. I hold my tongue, hoping he’ll tell me without my having to pry.
    After a lingering look, eye to eye, his lips part to speak. “You know how much I love you, right?”
    I nod in response, tightening my leg around his hip and hoping he’s about to tell me what’s going on.
    “And you know I would never let anything happen to you?” he says softly, forcefully, holding my gaze. “You know that no matter what, I’d do anything to keep you safe and happy?”
    I nod, careful not to let the confusion show on my face. Why is he saying this right now? Is there something going on that I don’t know about?
    “Say it, Jo,” he insists, still looking down at me.
    “I know,” I oblige him.
    “Good,” he whispers, his lips pressed to my neck.
    My eyes automatically slide shut. My back arches into him so that my peaked nipples meet with the sculpted muscle of his burly chest. The light touch isn’t nearly enough and it sends my need for him over the top. I use what little leverage I have to pull him to me. My leg tightens around his hip again, pulling him down to me. I can feel a smile spread across those masterful lips of his. A needy moan slips out. With practiced ease, he sinuously slips off his underwear. Damon has heard my plea. My eyes follow his hand to his extensive cock, where he grips himself, taking one drawn out stroke down then back up. With my heart hammering hard in my chest, my breathing comes in rapid shallow puffs. He directs the swollen tip of himself to my pulsing clit. The lightest touch has me squirming for him. I want him. I need him filling me. He looks at me once more, then allows his wide tip to slip down my slick opening and into position. I still myself and prepare for him. It’s more than enough to distract me from the gravity of what I have to discuss with Noni tomorrow. His eyes bore into me as he lunges his length deep inside me, stealing my breath and replacing it with a sensation that only Damon Cole knows how to elicit from me. Completeness .

 
     
     
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