Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Yet.
But she will. Soon.
A soft moan escapes her lips, and she reaches out to me in her sleep, brows dipping as her hand lands on my leg. One eye opens and then the other. “Damien, is everything okay?”
I plaster on a charming smile and turn to her. “Everything is great, just couldn’t sleep.”
“Something on your mind?”
“Other than you?” I wiggle my brows. “There are only two things I think about, Francesca. Work and you, and not always in that order.”
Her chuckle is soft and sleepy. “Charming even in the middle of the night.”
I slide down so that we’re face to face, pulling her closer to me. “I’m glad you think so.” When I kiss her softly, gently at first, the little moan she makes in the back of her throat ignites my desire. I deepen the kiss and push my hips against hers, teasing her until she throws one leg over my hip, bringing me flush against her swollen pussy lips.
“Yeah? Why is that?”
“Because,” I whisper, and press a line of kisses across her collarbone. “I want to take you away for a few days.” No woman can resist an impromptu luxury vacation.
“That sounds nice,” she moans as I rub my cock against her folds. “But I can’t.”
“You can,” I insist. “You need a few days to clear your head. A few days away from the office so you can come back refreshed.”
She’s shaking her head, ready to give me another reason why she can’t go even though she wants to. But I know how to work her.
A few well-placed kisses and she’ll be putty in my hands.
“You know Francesca, the best way to tackle a problem sometimes is to take a break from it. You’re too close to it, especially after everything with your house and the cameras. A break will help. I promise.” And I can guarantee that no murders will happen while we’re out of town.
“A man with answers,” she purrs. “How sexy.”
I slowly kiss down her body. “And how can you possibly turn down a charming, sexy man?”
Her back arches, pressing her body closer to me, teasing me. “You promise not to take me somewhere crazy like Paris or Milan, right?”
I chuckle, pulling back just enough to take her in. She’s playful, completely unaware of the weight between us. “You know most women would jump at the chance to go somewhere like that?”
She shrugs. “I thought you knew, Damien. I’m not most women.”
“You most certainly are not.” I lick a trail of heat down her belly to her hipbone. “But you also haven’t said yes. Yet.” I ease a finger into her cunt, watching the emotions play across her face. Pleasure. Desire. Want. Need. Hunger.
“No. Fair.” She moans as I add another finger.
“I only want a few days away with you.” I flick my tongue against her clit. “How does wine country sound?”
“Delightful,” she whispers. “I like wine.”
“And I like you. A lot.” Using my fingers and my mouth I bring Francesca to a swift and fierce orgasm. She nearly suffocates me, but I take it, hell I encourage it.
“Fine,” she answers breathlessly when she can finally form words again. “Wine country. Three days. No more.”
“Deal. I’ll take care of everything and then I’ll pick you up from work around noon.” It’s all coming together perfectly.
Three days away with Frankie is just what I need. Just what the plan needs.
“Damien, how did you pull all this together so quickly?” Frankie looks at me like I’m a fucking superhero instead of a monster and each time she flashes that blinding smile my way, I want to do more things, bigger things so that she always looks at me like that.
“This was the simple part,” I assure her as we climb the steps that lead to my private jet. “All I had to do was call the pilot and give him a flight plan.”
“And the rest?” Her eyes are bright with curiosity and joy.
“Well, the rest is a surprise. Would you like a glass of champagne, or do you want to keep the wine theme going?”
“Since you’re the maestro of this orchestra, you pick.”
“I do love that answer.” It’s true, I love that she’s so willing to follow my lead, to obey my commands. “I think we should start with champagne to celebrate. Besides, I don’t want to taint the getaway with my incredible wine selection.”
She licks her lips, staring at me before a sexy, melodic laugh falls from her lips. “Aren’t you modest?” Her playful side is as intoxicating as her sexy side.
Fuck, it’s all her sides that I like. “Modesty is overrated.” I didn’t get to where I am in this world by being modest. In fact, my confidence, my arrogance is what makes me such an appealing and intimidating figure. It’s how—in part—I’ve kept the press from digging too deep into my long-buried background.