Don't Promise (Don't 3)

My palms supported me as Damon pushed inside, jostling me forward with his strength. Filling me. Connecting with me. Loving me.

My body tightened with anticipation as he reared back and sank inside me again. I pushed into him, hungry for more. Eager for the friction his body gave.

“Oh, Molly.” His fingers dug into my flesh as he thrust into me. “Come for me,” he demanded.

“Ahh,” I cried. How did we keep doing this? Finding a higher cliff to climb. A higher place to jump. How did he keep showing me new ways to enjoy sex?

My body was ready to detonate around him.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy like this.”

My breasts grazed the sheets, bouncing as Damon took me with possession and determination. He fucked me slow and deep, drawing the climax from my core with torturous strokes.

“Come,” he commanded.

And I was lost. I convulsed wildly as we both skyrocketed to the highest peak before collapsing in our rapture.

Damon rolled on his side, tucking me next to him. He kissed me gently on the shoulder. “I do love you, Molly.”

I could hear the sleepy haze in his voice.

My eyes grew heavy. “I love you, too.”

35

Damon

The lodestar was thicker than usual. Although, this morning it was the last thing I wanted to focus on. Molly was naked next to me. I had brought coffee to bed along with the daily briefing. I read the day’s agenda while she slept. I had a hard time keeping my eyes off her body.

I’d never told a woman I loved her. I didn’t think it was in my DNA. But last night I spoke the words with full intention, meaning exactly what I said.

I was in love with this woman. I realized she wasn’t the one the dowager queen or Sutcliffe would have chosen for me. But I was sure as hell not going to end up like Sebastian, wanting one woman while hating the one I had.

Molly stirred next to me. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled.

“Bonjour, love.” I closed the lodestar and locked the seal.

“Bonjour.”

“How did you sleep?”

She stretched her long legs. I couldn’t get enough of them. Graceful and strong. Her body was a work of art.

“I can’t remember.” She giggled.

I reached for a cup of coffee, handing her the extra one I brought in from the service cart. “For you.”

She sat forward, taking the mug to her lips. “Mmm. I love waking up like this.”

“Is it the coffee or me?” I teased.

“The coffee.”

I laughed at her coy grin.

“I only have thirty minutes before my first meeting. Since the vote for irrigation in the olive groves passed yesterday, there is legislation that has to be reviewed.”

“Don’t you have attorneys for that kind of thing?”