Never Say Never (The Ladies Who Brunch 1)

“Damien…” Charlotte grates out beside me.

“Very important,” I confirm while squeezing her hand in mine.

With a knowing smirk, he flicks his head to the side, prompting us to follow him, and with a slip of a key in the lock of a nearby door, Hayes pushes the door open and reveals a small room that is full of chairs and spare furniture. “This should work.”

“Perfect. Thanks, man.”

“No problem. I hope you guys settle whatever it is that you need to discuss,” he teases, and with a wink, closes the door behind us. “Just make sure to lock it back up when you’re done,” he shouts through the door, knocking on it for good measure. And then all that remains in the room is Charlotte and me, our chests both heaving from exertion and need.

“Damien! What the fuck was that?”

“That was me making a choice for you.”

“How do you know what choice I was debating?”

“Because I can see it all over your face every time you’re near me,” I declare. “Fuck, Charlotte.” I stalk toward her again, pinning her up against the door. I reach for her hands and hold them above her head as she presses her hips forward, colliding with my cock again. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

Her eyes bounce back and forth between mine. But she doesn’t say anything, and all I can hear is my pulse in my ears.

“Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll let you go. I’ll make good on our arrangement, I won’t even try to be friends with you beyond what we agreed to.” Her breathing becomes more shallow. “But I don’t think that’s what you want. And I sure as fuck know it’s not what I want.”

“Let go of my hands,” she whispers with an edge of irritation, and I reluctantly oblige. I don’t want her to feel like I’m keeping her here against her will. But then she slowly reaches up, wraps her hand around my neck, and pulls me down to her.

And I’m fucking gone.

“Charlotte,” I mumble against her lips.

“Damien, shut the fuck up and kiss me,” she replies, so I listen dutifully. I reach down and lift her up underneath her thighs, pinning her to the door again, lining up my cock with the juncture between her thighs. But the tight material of her dress makes it difficult to press all the way up against her. So holding her with one hand, I use the other to push her dress up over her ass to her hips so the only thing covering her from the waist down is a black lace thong.

“Fuck.”

As I stare at the sight between her legs, she lifts my chin and captures my lips with hers again, pulling me forward so now I can rub my cock right against her clit, and the moan she lets out in response spurs me on.

“This means nothing,” she says between nips of our lips. “It’s just kissing. And maybe an orgasm or two.”

“Sure,” I say without thinking. Because let’s be honest, all of my blood is otherwise occupied at the moment, and my brain is malfunctioning at an alarming rate as I realize I’m fucking making out with Charlotte Montgomery right now.

“Oh God, yes.” She tips her head back against the door, exposing her neck to me, so I take advantage of her delicate skin on display and kiss and nibble my way up to her ear. I can feel her shudder in my arms, so I take time to lick her sensitive flesh there as I continue to rub myself against her pussy.

“Damien,” she moans as I lift my head to take her in. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her mouth is open, gasping for air, and she looks so fucking stunning that all I want to do is make her feel good everywhere.

Hastily, I wrap my arms around her and carry her over to a chair on the other side of the room, taking a seat and pulling her with me so she’s straddling my legs. With force, I pull her hips in tightly to mine and thrust up from beneath her as she gasps again.

“Do you want me to make you come, Charlotte?”

She stares down at me—eyes and hair wild, her dress still around her hips, her mouth agape until she darts her tongue out and licks her lips. “Yes.”

With a low growl, I grab her head and smash my lips to hers again, kissing her like I can’t get enough. And that’s exactly how I feel.

The woman is addicting and I’ve just had my first taste of her.

Trailing my fingers up her thigh, I listen for her moans of pleasure, the small whimpers she makes as we continue to kiss and I search out the wet heat between her legs with my hand. And as I rub the knuckle of my index finger over the lace covering her pussy, sheer wetness hits my skin.

“This is for me, isn’t it?” She moans, so I break my mouth far enough away from hers that she can’t reach my lips again. “Answer me.” But she just narrows her eyes at me, so I reach behind her head, gently grab a fistful of her hair, and pull her head back just slightly—enough to command her attention and gain my control. “Tell me you’re wet for me, Charlotte, and I’ll make you come so fucking hard.”

“Yes…” she finally mewls.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I’m wet for you.”

“Fucking right you are.” I let go of her hair and bring her mouth back to mine as I slide her thong to the side and press my finger to her clit.

“Fuck,” she moans.

“God, you are so fucking sexy like this, Charlotte.” I twist my wrist to get better control over my hand and she lifts up slightly on my lap, granting me better access. As I drag my finger up and down her slit, putting a little extra pressure on her clit, she grows wetter, practically dripping for me. And I can feel her tense up more as she waits for my next move, so I slowly slide one finger inside of her and let out a growl of my own as I feel her slick walls squeeze around my finger.

“Damien…”

“Does that feel good, Char?” With my eyes trained on hers, I find a slow pace and continue to push in and out of her, adding another finger that only seems to make her grow even wilder.

“Yes.”

“How about this?” I curl my fingers forward, finding that spot deep inside of her that I know will make her come so fucking hard on my hand.

“Oh, God.”

“That’s it…” I find her mouth again, and continue working her over, moving gently but hard enough that I can give her the friction that I know she needs. The sound of her wetness can be heard over the music blaring outside the door, and it makes my dick grow even harder. And then I know what I really want to do to set her off. “Stand up.”

“What?” she asks, completely caught off-guard by my request. “I was about to come, Damien.”

“I know. But I’m going to make it better for you. Now stand up.”

With confusion in her eyes, she slowly slides off me, and I rise, adjusting my erection in my slacks before guiding her to the seat I was just in. “Spread your thighs.”

I watch her swallow and then do as she’s told. As I kneel before her, I grasp the strings of her thong, pulling it down her legs as she moves them closer together so I can slide the material down. And once it’s gone, I push her thighs open again for me. “Now where was I?”

With my eyes locked on hers, I move my head toward her pussy, getting a front-row seat to the arousal I played a part in and inhaling her scent before I lean forward and swipe my tongue through her slit. And the sound she makes as she tips her head back was worth every moment leading up to this.

“Watch me,” I command, waiting for her eyes to meet mine again before pushing two fingers back inside of her and then flicking her clit with my tongue, gently drawing circles before I pick up the pace and suck her clit between my lips.

“Fuck, Damien.”