tried to lift to bring him back inside her once again, but then he pulled out farther, then back in and the friction just about drove her out of her mind with the pleasure. “Damon!” she cried out and her legs moved higher, wrapping around him.
Damon held her legs, feeling her heat squeeze him tightly and he had to remind himself to take this slowly since it was her first time. But dammit! She felt so good!
“Would you mind…going just…faster?” she managed to gasp out.
Damon wanted to laugh at her request but, given permission, there was no stopping him. He moved again, pulling fully out of her, then smoothly back in. Over and over, he repeated the process, holding back his own climax, determined to give her pleasure once more. As he moved, he watched her face, looking for reactions to find out what she liked. Her face was so expressive and he increased the pace, counting backwards from one hundred in order to keep himself from losing control.
“Come with me, Eva,” he growled out when he’d reached ninety-five and knew he wouldn’t last very long, not with those soft sounds she was making and the way she was moving against him, pulling him in deeper with each thrust and squeezing her whole body. When he finally felt her body start her climax, he released his control, pounding into her and he heard something in the distance shouting out and knew that she’d finally found her release.
Damon collapsed against her softness, but rolled to his side, pulling her with him. “You’re incredibly beautiful, Eva,” he said as he felt her fall asleep against his side.
Chapter 8
Eva didn’t want to answer her cell phone. It rang four times before it went to voice mail and she still stared at it like it was a snake. She’d left Damon last night while he was sleeping and she didn’t want to deal with the repercussions of her actions. She suspected that he was going to be furious with her for leaving him after…well, after what they did.
“It’s not going to explode, is it?” her friend and co-worker said as she peered into the closet-like office in which Eva was currently working.
Eva’s eyes snapped up and she tried to understand Geselle’s words. “Excuse me?” Eva’s face flushed guiltily and she tried hard to tamp down the feeling that she’d done something horribly wrong.
Geselle smiled. “The cell phone. It isn’t going to explode, right?”
Eva forced a laugh and looked away. “Of course not. Why would you think so?”
“Because of the way you were looking at it. Like it might just come out and eat you up somehow.”
Eva sighed and let her fingers fall from her computer keyboard.
“That bad, huh?” Geselle asked, taking the only other chair in the tiny room.
“Yea. I have man troubles.”
Geselle laughed and nodded her head. “I’ve heard. I’d love to have your man-troubles,” she chuckled.
“What do you mean?”
Geselle reached through the papers in her briefcase and pulled out the latest newspaper. “You’re getting married, right?”
Eva couldn’t believe the words she was reading. “My father made the announcement? How could he?”
“Was the announcement real?”
“Absolutely not!”
“Do you know Damon Kelopatros? He’s extraordinarily hot!”
She gritted her teeth at her friend’s description of the man who drove her crazy in so many ways. “Yes but he’s also an arrogant, domineering pain in the neck! I really can’t stand him.”
Geselle picked up the paper again and looked at the picture above the announcement. “I don’t know why. It seems like the two of you have a lot in common.”
Evan stared at her friend like she was insane. “What makes you say that?”
“Well, for starters, you’re both into investing. You teach investing and I know you make your own decisions on your trust fund. The man’s a financial genius by most accounts and a financial shark by those that are less complimentary. If both of you make your living by making investments, it would seem that the two of you would have a lot to talk about over dinner each night.”
Eva sat back in her office chair, no longer cringing at the metallic squeak as the old chair protested the movement. “There’s a difference in our motivation. He does it for self serving reasons, while we do it to help people dig out of their financial problems. Or at least that’s what we tell ourselves.”
“We try to be altruistic but at the heart of everything we do, there’s self-motivation.”
Eva sighed and pushed her papers away. “I suppose