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only taken a couple of steps when I saw Damien Blackthorne approaching me. As he drew closer, his eyes zeroed in on my braless breasts. The material of the white shirt was thinner than I had realized, and with the wetness from my hair seeping into the shirt, there were patches that were almost see-through. I moved the towel in front of me to block his view, and his gaze slowly lifted up to my face.
“I hope you’re keeping out of trouble,” he said in his gruff, gritty voice.
I rolled my eyes, trying to pretend I wasn’t intimidated.
He licked his lips slowly and moved closer to me. “If you’re bored, you could spend a little time with me.” He stroked my cheek, and I took a quick step back from him.
“No, thanks.”
He chuckled. “Nick’s keeping you busy enough, is he?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, and as he walked away, I quickly rushed back to the room, bursting in and was glad to see that Nick was still there.
He held a plate of bacon and eggs in one hand and two mugs of coffee in the other. He put them down on a windowsill and then turned to face me. His eyes sharply focused on me and took on a dark look as they drank me in. He raised an eyebrow.
“Ella, I’m going to offer you a little bit of advice. It’s probably best not to walk around like that. You can see through your shirt.”
His eyes were on my breasts, and I felt my breath hitch in my chest as I began breathing more rapidly.
“My shirt got wet,” I said, shrugging. “And I had to wash my bra so…”
“So you didn’t put it back on. I can see that.”
He took a step towards me. “Perhaps you should take the shirt off while it dries.”
My heart was beating so fast. I didn’t know why I kept letting this happen. I shouldn’t have felt so turned on in this situation. It was wrong. But he reached out a hand, and his fingers skimmed my wet shirt just above the swell of my breast. My nipples hardened instantly at his touch, and I could feel the wetness already growing between my thighs. I squirmed awkwardly, wishing I were wearing panties at least.
“Ella, you are quite the most…”
I frowned as I waited for him to continue his sentence.
“… The most irresistible woman I’ve ever met.”
He undid the top button of my shirt, and I felt a pulse of heat between my legs. He reached inside the thin cotton and groaned as his hand cupped my breast. I gasped as he tweaked my nipple until it ached.
My hands flew up and finished unbuttoning the rest of my shirt, brazenly shrugging it off.
His pupils dilated as he took my breasts in both of his hands and then lowered his mouth to suck the sensitive skin on my breasts. His tongue twirled around my nipple as his hand reached for the zip on my jeans.
As he slipped his hand beneath the denim, he groaned again, and I felt the vibrations from his deep voice as his teeth grazed my nipple.
“No panties,” he said, his voice husky. “Damn, Ella.”
When his fingers found my slick opening, I had to put both of my hands against his chest to stop myself from falling. I could feel the pressure already building in my core as he moved his fingers back and forth. I was going to come. How could this happen so fast?
Nick raised his head, but he didn’t kiss me. Instead, he stared down into my eyes as his fingers worked their magic. My breathing grew faster as he gazed down into my eyes, and his thumb circled my most sensitive spot as he thrust a thick finger into my opening. That was all it took to push me over the edge. I cried out, and then buried my face into his chest, panting.
“Did you like that, Ella?”
I couldn’t speak. I was too breathless, so I just nodded.
He turned me around, holding me by the waist as he removed my jeans and then positioned me over the bed. He pushed me so I was leaning over, and he put his hands on my hips. I could feel his hardness probing me from behind.
I felt his fingers on me again. I was so wet and slippery.
“Are you ready for me,
“I hope you’re keeping out of trouble,” he said in his gruff, gritty voice.
I rolled my eyes, trying to pretend I wasn’t intimidated.
He licked his lips slowly and moved closer to me. “If you’re bored, you could spend a little time with me.” He stroked my cheek, and I took a quick step back from him.
“No, thanks.”
He chuckled. “Nick’s keeping you busy enough, is he?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, and as he walked away, I quickly rushed back to the room, bursting in and was glad to see that Nick was still there.
He held a plate of bacon and eggs in one hand and two mugs of coffee in the other. He put them down on a windowsill and then turned to face me. His eyes sharply focused on me and took on a dark look as they drank me in. He raised an eyebrow.
“Ella, I’m going to offer you a little bit of advice. It’s probably best not to walk around like that. You can see through your shirt.”
His eyes were on my breasts, and I felt my breath hitch in my chest as I began breathing more rapidly.
“My shirt got wet,” I said, shrugging. “And I had to wash my bra so…”
“So you didn’t put it back on. I can see that.”
He took a step towards me. “Perhaps you should take the shirt off while it dries.”
My heart was beating so fast. I didn’t know why I kept letting this happen. I shouldn’t have felt so turned on in this situation. It was wrong. But he reached out a hand, and his fingers skimmed my wet shirt just above the swell of my breast. My nipples hardened instantly at his touch, and I could feel the wetness already growing between my thighs. I squirmed awkwardly, wishing I were wearing panties at least.
“Ella, you are quite the most…”
I frowned as I waited for him to continue his sentence.
“… The most irresistible woman I’ve ever met.”
He undid the top button of my shirt, and I felt a pulse of heat between my legs. He reached inside the thin cotton and groaned as his hand cupped my breast. I gasped as he tweaked my nipple until it ached.
My hands flew up and finished unbuttoning the rest of my shirt, brazenly shrugging it off.
His pupils dilated as he took my breasts in both of his hands and then lowered his mouth to suck the sensitive skin on my breasts. His tongue twirled around my nipple as his hand reached for the zip on my jeans.
As he slipped his hand beneath the denim, he groaned again, and I felt the vibrations from his deep voice as his teeth grazed my nipple.
“No panties,” he said, his voice husky. “Damn, Ella.”
When his fingers found my slick opening, I had to put both of my hands against his chest to stop myself from falling. I could feel the pressure already building in my core as he moved his fingers back and forth. I was going to come. How could this happen so fast?
Nick raised his head, but he didn’t kiss me. Instead, he stared down into my eyes as his fingers worked their magic. My breathing grew faster as he gazed down into my eyes, and his thumb circled my most sensitive spot as he thrust a thick finger into my opening. That was all it took to push me over the edge. I cried out, and then buried my face into his chest, panting.
“Did you like that, Ella?”
I couldn’t speak. I was too breathless, so I just nodded.
He turned me around, holding me by the waist as he removed my jeans and then positioned me over the bed. He pushed me so I was leaning over, and he put his hands on my hips. I could feel his hardness probing me from behind.
I felt his fingers on me again. I was so wet and slippery.
“Are you ready for me,
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