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through a surround sound system that blended into the décor.
    Was it coincidence that Rhianna crooned the words to “Stay” as I drew near to him? Something told me Damon never left anything to chance. With one sweet melody, he was closing the chasm I’d created. It captured the meaning of the moment better than I wanted to admit. An unwelcome yearning filled the space around my heart, stealing my breath.
    I trailed my finger along the mantel, and glanced over my shoulder. There was more than enough room on the couch for me. He could have sat in one of the chairs, but he didn’t. Interesting that he’d chosen to meet in here “to have a word” with me. This wasn’t an office, but a room designed for entertaining.
    “Do you rent this room out by the night or by the hour?” The saucy words were out of my mouth before I even registered my intent. I turned and faced him with a raised brow.
    He bit the inside of his cheek, and I wondered if he did it to bite back a harsh retort, or to prevent a smile. In the end, he did neither but said, “ You have a smart mouth.”
    “Yes, I do.” I strolled toward him with my hands laced behind my back. His eyes drifted to where the buttons on my shirt strained against my full chest. Oh, yes. He wanted to explore the goodies beneath my blouse. My belly tingled in anticipation. “That’s why I’m here, isn’t it? Because you secretly adore my mouth, and want more. I bet no one else dares to speak to you this way.” Bending over, I rested one of my hands on his shoulder and then rubbed my free palm against the crotch of his pants, delighting in the rock hard evidence of his desire. Moisture built up against my panties as my eyes met his. “Like I said. You like it very much.” Leaning in, I whispered in his ear. “You’ll like it even more when it’s wrapped around your cock.”
    He sucked in a breath and twined his fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck, holding me captive with one look. His covetous gaze riveted me to the spot, and I knew in that moment he didn’t plan to fuck me. He would consume me body and soul.
    “All in good time, Samantha.” He rasped, running the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip. His intense gaze shifted there and he licked his lips. “First, I want to taste that vulgar mouth of yours. You spew venom, but I’ll bet you’re sweet.”
    The last notes of “Stay” faded and a hot, funky beat vibrated through my core, bringing a genuine smile to his face along with it.
    “Are you a ‘Rude Boy’?” I asked with a questioning eyebrow.
    “Why don’t you come here and find out?”
    My knees grew weak as he hauled me onto his lap to straddle his thighs. He hiked up my skirt and pulled me down to rest fully against his lap. His swollen shaft pressed roughly against my crotch, and I rolled my hips, increasing the pressure and allowing a soft moan to escape my lips. If it felt this fucking good with clothes on, I was going to shatter when he finally plunged inside me.
    I explored the contours of his chest through his dress shirt and reached for the top button, anxious to feast on the masterpiece I knew lay beneath. He stayed my roaming hands with one of his own and a devilish smile lit his face. “Who’s the captain here?”
    I giggled and grasped his shoulders. “You are.”
    “You’re a beautiful and responsive woman,” he whispered, as his fingers blazed a path down the exposed skin of my neck to the top button of my blouse. He rested in the swell of my breasts and, like an electrical current, his touch sent a tremor of lust rippling through my body. “So effortlessly sexy. I want you. From the second I laid eyes on you, I knew I had to have you.”
    He tugged my head toward him until my mouth was within a hair’s breadth of his own and stopped. Hovering and waiting. Showing me who was in control. Nothing got me off harder in the bedroom than a dominant man, and I wanted nothing more than to let him please me. I closed my