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sync with each pass from his tongue. My fingers find his dark chocolate brown hair, lacing through the tangled mess of strands.
    “Damn you taste perfect, baby,” his low voice reverberates through his lips against my flesh, setting me trembling in his grip. “So sweet.”
    My breathing comes in quick gasps the closer I am to coming. “Ah, Damon,” I moan.
    “That’s right, baby,” he urges.
    My head tosses back against the pillow. My eyes bulge, my mouth pops open, and my body arches, giving all of me to his masterful mouth. A current of pleasure rockets through me in every direction, wiping out all cognitive thought.
    He’s just fucked me stupid without even fucking me. The irony doesn’t escape my endorphin-saturated brain. Only my overachieving, real life God of Sex could wield this brand of magic. I’m his happy supporter.
    Damon’s rippled, muscular body snakes up mine, settling between my quavering thighs. My hardened nipples beg for attention and my Big Man obliges. His mouth covers my nipple briefly, sucking hard. He nips, creating the perfect amount of pain, then repeats his work on my other side.
    He grips his thrumming cock and I look down to see a shining bead of dew just at the apex of his wide tip. He eases forward, placing it right on my sensitive clit, depositing his singular drop of pleasure right there. Good fucking God, that’s hot.
    My hips thrust upward involuntarily, desperately wanting to draw him in. His honey eyes burn right through me just as he thrusts into me, sheathing himself to the root. He’s as deep as he can possibly go and the fullness of him is exquisite. Our respective sighs echo around us as he leans in closer, caging me. Propped on his elbows, his chiseled chest makes pass after pass against my breasts, heightening my satisfaction.
    Stroke after deep stroke, Damon builds both of us closer to climax. I’m helpless beneath him. My nails dig in. My legs cling around him tightly. His breathing comes faster and heavier. His speed increases. The air in my lungs stalls in place. My toes curl painfully. My muscles clench at Damon’s cock, exploiting every ounce of pleasure that he has to give. He slams into me once, twice, three, four times more, then shudders, spilling himself inside me.
    With him still buried deep, I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him close. I kiss the throbbing vein in his neck and allow both of us to relish in the bliss we bring each other.
    Damon’s breathing grows deep and his body relaxes against mine before I have a chance to ask him why he looked so riled up this afternoon. Whatever had him looking so tousled is a mystery. I doubt he’d do much explaining anyway. He never does. Still, I hope whatever has him frustrated has nothing to do with me. Or Noni. Or Edward.
    Sleep comes easy despite my ever-growing level of worry. I only hope that when and if Damon discovers what I’ve unearthed, he won’t pull away from everyone who loves him. Specifically me.

 
     
     
    After making breakfast for myself, Damon, and Grams, I gather my things for work and shove them into my shoulder bag. I’ve got a laundry list of things to get done today and I pray it’s enough to distract me from my own thoughts.
    “Hey,” I catch Damon by his necktie and pull him to me as he passes by in the foyer, “are you okay? You looked irritated when you came home yesterday.”
    “Versan,” he explains with a shrug of his big shoulders. “Quack thinks he knows everything. That’s all.”
    His appointment.
    I’d forgotten that yesterday was Wednesday and that Damon would be going to see the good doctor for his usual appointment.
    “Wanna talk about it?” I offer, knowing that he’ll likely say no.
    “Will I have to pay you?” he teases with a wink.
    “Of course,” I clutch my heart feigning offense.
    “Name your price, ma’am.”
    “Hmm… Ah!” I hold up my finger then pull him closer by the silk tie he’s wearing.
    His lips touch mine and just