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She stopped dead in her tracks halfway through the tunnel and stepped up to the curved glass. "Oh-my-God, Damon! This is incredible!" Being surrounded by the water and fish was nothing short of incredible. It was a set-up she'd expect to see in a large public aquarium, not in a private home. But then again, nothing in this home was typical.
Damon chuckled as he stepped up behind her and slid his arms around her waist. She sighed and fell back into him. She savoured the feel of his arms surrounding her as her eyes followed the assortment of fish racing back and forth. She could easily stand there for hours just watching them swim around her. It was calming. It was perfect.
"How long did this take to build?"
"Few months. There's a company that does custom aquariums based out of LA. I had them come down and build it."
"It's breathtaking. I don't think I've seen anything like it. There's no words. Is your place in New York like this one?"
"Nope. It's more traditional." Damon leaned down and kissed the side of her neck, sending a shiver through her. She pressed back into him, placing her hands over his.
"It's such an amazing house. It feels like I've stepped into another world. I swear I could live here the rest of my life and be perfectly happy."
"Really?"
The seriousness in his tone had her pulling her eyes from the fish and over her shoulder to look at him. "Who wouldn't; it's paradise."
Damon laughed and lowered his lips to hers. He kissed her softly and pulled away, leaving her longing for a longer, deeper kiss.
"Then wait until you see what I have to show you next."
"I don't think I can handle many more surprises."
He stepped back from her and motioned for her to follow him. Katrina hesitated a moment as she admired his broad shoulders under the grey form-fitting long-sleeved turtleneck shirt he was wearing, and as her eyes lowered, his ass caught her attention - hard and muscular under his jeans.
Her mind raced back to the previous evening when he'd brought her to orgasm with his fingers. How good would his tongue feel between her legs? His cock? She'd experienced it before, but it had been a long time and he'd been her first. She'd always considered him the best she'd ever had - in all ways, but it had been so long the memories had faded slightly - the lines were blurred between what she remembered and what she made up in her head when she pleasured herself thinking of him. And since there had been so many years past since they'd last been together, perhaps he had even more tricks up his sleeve?
She longed to find out.
"Well, come on." Damon glanced over his shoulder and motioned for her to catch up.
As she came closer to the glass doors at the end of the aquarium tunnel she began to hear chirping.
Opening the door Damon ushered her in. "Hustle or they'll get out and we'll spend the evening chasing them though the house."
Katrina moved as fast as her heels would let her and brushed past him and into yet another spectacular room. The room was a gigantic conservatory and most of the birds appeared to be behind a thin metal mesh. However, her eyes immediately spotted a massive parrot sitting at the center of a round white table. He was focused on trying to pry the lid off a large silver platter.
As they approached the parrot lifted his head and froze his beak on the handle of the lid. He eyed her, then Damon and then back to her. He released the lid and took a step back, lowering his head as if upset that he was caught.
"Wasn't me," he squawked.
Katrina bit down on her lower lip, as she watched him pull himself up to his full height. "Wasn't me," he repeated, followed by, "fucker." He began to shift from foot to foot, flapping his wings as if daring them to challenge him.
Katrina's mouth dropped open, shocked for a moment before a burst of laughter erupted from her. She glanced over at Damon who was also grinning, but didn't seem near as shocked as she was at Ralph's explicit language.
Damon put
She stopped dead in her tracks halfway through the tunnel and stepped up to the curved glass. "Oh-my-God, Damon! This is incredible!" Being surrounded by the water and fish was nothing short of incredible. It was a set-up she'd expect to see in a large public aquarium, not in a private home. But then again, nothing in this home was typical.
Damon chuckled as he stepped up behind her and slid his arms around her waist. She sighed and fell back into him. She savoured the feel of his arms surrounding her as her eyes followed the assortment of fish racing back and forth. She could easily stand there for hours just watching them swim around her. It was calming. It was perfect.
"How long did this take to build?"
"Few months. There's a company that does custom aquariums based out of LA. I had them come down and build it."
"It's breathtaking. I don't think I've seen anything like it. There's no words. Is your place in New York like this one?"
"Nope. It's more traditional." Damon leaned down and kissed the side of her neck, sending a shiver through her. She pressed back into him, placing her hands over his.
"It's such an amazing house. It feels like I've stepped into another world. I swear I could live here the rest of my life and be perfectly happy."
"Really?"
The seriousness in his tone had her pulling her eyes from the fish and over her shoulder to look at him. "Who wouldn't; it's paradise."
Damon laughed and lowered his lips to hers. He kissed her softly and pulled away, leaving her longing for a longer, deeper kiss.
"Then wait until you see what I have to show you next."
"I don't think I can handle many more surprises."
He stepped back from her and motioned for her to follow him. Katrina hesitated a moment as she admired his broad shoulders under the grey form-fitting long-sleeved turtleneck shirt he was wearing, and as her eyes lowered, his ass caught her attention - hard and muscular under his jeans.
Her mind raced back to the previous evening when he'd brought her to orgasm with his fingers. How good would his tongue feel between her legs? His cock? She'd experienced it before, but it had been a long time and he'd been her first. She'd always considered him the best she'd ever had - in all ways, but it had been so long the memories had faded slightly - the lines were blurred between what she remembered and what she made up in her head when she pleasured herself thinking of him. And since there had been so many years past since they'd last been together, perhaps he had even more tricks up his sleeve?
She longed to find out.
"Well, come on." Damon glanced over his shoulder and motioned for her to catch up.
As she came closer to the glass doors at the end of the aquarium tunnel she began to hear chirping.
Opening the door Damon ushered her in. "Hustle or they'll get out and we'll spend the evening chasing them though the house."
Katrina moved as fast as her heels would let her and brushed past him and into yet another spectacular room. The room was a gigantic conservatory and most of the birds appeared to be behind a thin metal mesh. However, her eyes immediately spotted a massive parrot sitting at the center of a round white table. He was focused on trying to pry the lid off a large silver platter.
As they approached the parrot lifted his head and froze his beak on the handle of the lid. He eyed her, then Damon and then back to her. He released the lid and took a step back, lowering his head as if upset that he was caught.
"Wasn't me," he squawked.
Katrina bit down on her lower lip, as she watched him pull himself up to his full height. "Wasn't me," he repeated, followed by, "fucker." He began to shift from foot to foot, flapping his wings as if daring them to challenge him.
Katrina's mouth dropped open, shocked for a moment before a burst of laughter erupted from her. She glanced over at Damon who was also grinning, but didn't seem near as shocked as she was at Ralph's explicit language.
Damon put
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