Standing at the sink shaving the next morning, Damon kept hearing the click of a cell phone snapping photos. Wondering what the hell Elena was up to, he finished shaving, wiped his face with a warm towel, stepped away from the sink and peered into the bedroom. In the soft morning light, she reclined against a mound of pillows and seemed to be making silly faces at her phone. Amused, he asked, "Baby, what are you doing?"

"Snapchatting with Bonnie."

"I have no idea what that means." Damon didn't like admitting that. For the first time since the start of their relationship, he felt uncomfortably aware of their age gap.

"It is an app," Elena said before tossing her phone aside to give him her full attention. It was a small gesture, but he loved that she didn't constantly have her phone in her face. "It lets you message, send videos and snaps—photos—to friends. You can make stories, like a replay of your day, for your friends to view. The snaps disappear after they are viewed."

"What is the point of that? If you send me a picture, I want to keep it."

Elena smiled at him. "That is sweet."

"It is the truth."

"Well, maybe, some pictures shouldn't be kept," she said coyly, her gaze dropping to the comforter.

A flash of heat burned low in his stomach and arced through his chest. With a smouldering stare, Damon ordered, "Put that app on my phone right now."

With a giggle, Elena rolled onto her side and then crawled across the bed to the table where he kept his phone charger. As she moved, the shirt she had borrowed from his side of the closet rode up higher and revealed an enticing peek at her perfect little bottom. Getting dressed no longer interested him. He tossed the towel back onto the counter and crossed the bedroom with long strides.

Grasping Elena's ankles, Damon tugged her across the mattress. She squealed with laughter at his sneak attack. "Damon! What are you doing?"

Damon smacked her bare bottom and drew a shocked gasp from her throat. "Teaching you what happens when you tease me with this incredible bottom of yours."

When he bent down and nibbled the curve of her bottom, Elena cried out in shock. He dotted kisses atop each plump cheek and then licked a long, slow trail up her spine that ended in a noisy kiss on the side of her neck. She shivered and gasped, but it wasn't enough for him. He wanted Elena to go wild.

Grasping her hips, Damon canted her bottom up higher and cupped her from behind. He pushed between her shoulders to coax her into the right position. Face down. Ass up. "Perfect," he said, nipping at her backside. "Stay just like that."

Elena's toes curled, but she didn't move. Her ragged breaths and the slick heat seeping from her betrayed her excitement. He traced her labia with soft strokes before gliding a finger down the seam of her genitalia. He dipped a finger into her, gathering the moisture there, and then circled that wet finger around her sensitive clit.

Elena shuddered as Damon worked her with both hands. Thrusting. Rubbing. Pumping. Flicking. She pushed back against him, rocking on her knees, and moaned. He nipped at her fleshy bottom again, just a little tease of pain, and Elena cried out with ecstasy. She clenched around his fingers in a rhythm matching the waves of pleasure coursing through her incredible body.

Elena was still trembling and trying to catch her breath when she pushed up on both hands and spun around to attack him. Laughing, Damon fell back against a wall of pillows and wrapped his arms around her waist. As he hauled her on top of him, Elena smothered him with kisses. His stiff cock rubbed against her inner thigh and then nudged against her wet heat.

Hands on her hips, he guided her down onto the length of him. It felt so good to slide deep inside her. "I did all the hard work last night." He palmed her ass in both hands. "This morning, it is your turn."

With a hand on his chest for support, Elena shyly said, "I don't know what to do."

"Move." Thrusting up into her, he dragged a low moan from her throat. He gripped her waist and pushed her back before pulling her forward. "Like this."

Her first movements were uncertain and embarrassed. Wanting her to relax, Damon kissed her breasts and the side of her throat while caressing her back. He tangled his fingers in her hair and dragged her closer for a kiss. "You are so beautiful, Elena."

Seemingly reassured, Elena smiled back at him. Her uncertain movements grew more languid and relaxed. Eyes closed, she rocked back and forth on top of him. Content to watch and feel, he didn't try to rush or coach her.

It didn't take Elena long to find the rhythm and movements she liked best. Moving like a belly dancer, she sat up straighter. He was taken aback by how unbelievably sexy she looked in the pale morning light. Her long dark hair curled around her shoulders and back. Her breasts bounced, the nipples taut and begging for his touch. Her lips were curved with a heady smile.

Damon noticed the moment she found the right pace and friction. Her thighs squeezed his waist and her fingernails bit into his chest. Awed by her sensual beauty, he watched her come alive on top of him. Desperate need surged through him. Holding her waist, he held on tight as she rode him hard and fast.

Elena covered his hands with her own. She pinned him in place with her smoky gaze. In a husky voice, she begged, "Come with me, Damon. I want to feel you come inside me."

"Christ." Hearing her talk like that set him off like a firecracker. Helpless beneath her, Damon came hard while she rode him for all he was worth, taking her pleasure and giving him a taste of his own. Even after the last drop of cum had been milked from him, she rocked slowly back and forth until he shuddered and melted in a boneless heap of sated flesh.

Draping herself atop him, Elena exhaled a long, deep and very satisfied breath. With a smile in her voice, she whispered, "I think I like that position best."

Swearing, Damon wiped a hand down his face. "I think it is my new favourite too."

Elena giggled softly and touched his chest with her fingers. Quietly, she said, "We forgot again."

His stomach clenched with guilt. "I'm sorry."

"It is as much my fault as it is yours." Lifting her head, she said, "I will call my clinic when they open and see if they can squeeze me in today or tomorrow."

Damon nodded. "That is probably the best idea since it appears I can't be trusted to remember to wear protection with you."

He had his suspicions about that, but he wasn't about to voice them aloud. In the deep, dark recesses of his mind, he wondered if he wasn't deliberately forgetting to wear a condom. That vulnerable, weak part of him that feared she would one day wake up and want a better man understood that a baby would tie them together forever.

"Do you have a preference?"

Damon shot her a look. "Elena, I don't know the first thing about birth control."

"Well, I mean, some couples want bulletproof contraception like an IUD."

"No," he said too quickly. "Not that one."

"Why not? Bonnie has one, and she loves it."

"I had an experience I would rather not repeat with one." He still winced all these years later as he remembered the unexpected and painful pricking sensation of those strings jabbing the head of his cock. "I was afraid to have sex with Amanda for weeks after her IUD attacked me that night."

As if he had just tossed a bucket of cold water on her, Elena withdrew from him. Damon lifted his head to get a better look at her. "What?"

Perturbed, she asked, "Really, Damon?"

"Yes, really, Elena. What?"

"Maybe you could not talk about the other women you have slept with when you are still inside me?"

Damn. He squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. Was he ever going to stop making mistakes like these? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Obviously upset and angry with him, Elena climbed off him and tried to escape the bed. Damon snatched her hand and prevented her from storming off. "Elena. Please."

She tugged hard. "Let go."

He did. "Running away isn't going to make this better."

"And staying here so you can regale me with stories of all the women you have slept with will?"

Sitting up, Damon insisted, "That is not fair, Elena. Telling a story about one of them isn't the same as listing all of them. You are the one who mentioned IUDs."

"Not so you could tell me about other women you have had sex with while we are still naked in bed together," Elena snapped back angrily.

"Why does it matter if I talk about those other women? You are the one I'm with right now." Damon cupped her face in both hands and ducked his head until he found her gaze. "Elena, I will apologize for being crass and rude just now, but I won't apologize for my past. You knew my history when you got involved with me."

Elena took a moment before saying, "It is different now."

"How?"

"Because now I know what it means to be with you," Elena explained, her gaze downcast and her cheeks warm with what he realized was embarrassment. "What we just did felt so special to me and then you started talking about this other woman…"

"And then you didn't feel very special anymore," he finished for her. "Elena," he said, his voice filled with regret. "Darling." He brushed his knuckles down her soft cheek. "You might not be the first woman I have shared all these kinds of experiences with—but you will be the last."

Her sad expression shifted right before his eyes. Her hopeful smile warmed his heart. Placing her hand atop his, Elena apologized quietly. "I'm sorry I flipped out just now."

"Don't." Damon kissed her. "You were right to call me out for hurting your feelings."

"Yes, but I shouldn't have reacted like a crazy, jealous girlfriend." Elena rubbed her face between her hands. "This is all so new to me. Maybe I'm not as emotionally prepared as I thought."

"Elena, we are having the most honest conversation I have ever had about a relationship." Brushing strands of hair behind her ear, Damon said, "I think you are more emotionally prepared than I am." Trying to put her at ease, he teased, "I'm glad I finally got to see you acting jealous. I was beginning to think you might not like me very much."

"Damon!"

He captured her hand and tugged her close for a deep, lingering kiss. She melted into him, and he sensed that all was forgiven. But not forgotten, he thought as he stroked her hair and enjoyed her sweet mouth. He had to remember to be more careful with her soft heart. Elena had such a kind, innocent soul, and she was so easily injured, especially after the way her mother had treated her as a little girl.

Holding her gaze, Damon murmured, "You are special to me, Elena." He dotted a line of kisses along her jaw. "Don't ever forget that."

"You are really special to me, too, Damon." Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, proving to him that her feelings were just as deep and real as his.

Not wanting to end the honest intimacy they shared, Damon remained in bed with her as long as possible. He would have to grab breakfast at the dealership, but he didn't mind. Elena's tender feelings were more important than anything else this morning.

"Put that app on my phone while I'm getting dressed." Damon touched the fingerprint scanner before handing it over to her. "I expect at least three dirty snapshots of you today."

"Only if I get three from you," Elena replied with a saucy smile.

"Challenge accepted."

Laughing, Elena leaned back against her pillow and tapped away at his phone. Damon returned to the bathroom and put on his usual suit. While he picked out a tie, he decided it was time to get rid of the penthouse. He needed to show Elena he was cutting ties with his past and starting a new life with her.

He stood in the doorway of the bathroom and slipped into his jacket. "Are you still planning to meet up with Bonnie today?"

"We are going to the salon."

"Pick up the tab for her. My treat," he added. "If you need extra cash—"

"Damon, you gave me plenty yesterday. I'm fine."

Damon could tell the money issue was still a touchy subject with her. It was probably going to take a few months before she was comfortable with their new arrangement. He decided not to push it today.

She slipped back into the T-shirt she had slept in and beckoned him to sit next to her. "Let me show you how this works."

Sliding his arm around her waist, Damon watched her demonstrate the app. "It seems easy enough."

"It only gets dangerous if you have too many contacts and accidentally send a snap to the wrong people."

"Then I guess it is a good thing you're my only contact."

"Probably," she agreed. Lifting her phone high in the air, she cuddled up against him and snapped a quick photo of them. She checked her screen and smiled. "Oh! This is a good one."

"Let me guess? That is going to Bonnie?"

Elena shook her head. "Nope. This one is just for me."

Damon combed his fingers through her long hair. He wanted to ask her not to cut it because he loved it long like this, but he didn't. "Please relax and enjoy yourself today, Elena. You need this."

"I will."

"Stay close to Enzo."

"I will stick to him like white on rice," she promised.

He kissed her temple and pocketed his phone. "I will see you tonight."

Halfway downstairs, the doorbell rang. Damon switched of the alarm and let Enzo inside. "Elena will be down later."

Enzo followed him into the kitchen. "The boss wanted me to give you this."

Damon stared at the folded slip of paper Enzo held and doubted he was going to like whatever this message was. He opened it and scanned the message inside.

The Grill. 7 p.m. Make it right.

Scowling, Damon suspected that Giuseppe's instruction to make it right was going to come at some expense. Walking over to the stove, he lit the message on fire and dropped it into the sink to burn. "Who am I meeting?"

"The boss didn't think I needed to know that detail, but—"

"But?" He glanced back at Enzo.

"But the boss says if you do this favour for the family, the family will do a favour for you. The family will make sure that Elena is safe while you go out of town for your birthday."

With everything else happening, Damon had been on the verge of cancelling his plane ticket and hotel reservations. Now that he knew Elena would be under the mafia family's personal protection he felt better about taking his annual Vegas getaway to gamble and watch the fights.

Plucking a K-Cup from the cabinet, Damon asked, "Will you be part of the crew shadowing Elena while I'm out of town?"

"Yes. Also Danny and Wes."

All three men were capable. She would be perfectly safe with three of the family's most trusted men watching her.

Damon tossed a couple of ice cubes into his travel mug. "I will talk to Elena about it tonight. My flight leaves at noon tomorrow." After pushing the lid on tight, he said, "The salon she is visiting is under Giuseppe's protection. Sarah, Lexi and all the other wives use it regularly and one of Nicky Jackson's nieces works there so it is neutral territory and on the safe list. You can give Elena some room today."

"Not a problem," Enzo assured him.

Coffee in hand, Damon left the house. He made it to the first stop sign before his cell phone chirped with an alert. Foot on the brake, he checked his phone. It was a message from Elena. Already grinning with anticipation, he opened it. A streak of heat burned white-hot through his stomach when he saw the snap she had sent him. The few seconds he was allowed to see the photo weren't nearly enough.

Dropping his phone back in the cup holder, he continued on his morning drive. By the time he reached the dealership, he had made up his mind. It was time to say goodbye to the penthouse.

Scrolling through his list of contacts, he found Marissa's new number and dialled it. They had parted on good terms, and he was happy to send some new realty business her way.

"Damon!" She answered in that trademark husky voice. "I was just thinking about you!"

He doubted that very much, but he wasn't about to be rude. "Oh?"

"Well I was just about to put my suitcases in the car for my Vegas getaway," she explained. "Vegas. November. You. My mind tied it all together." There was no mistaking the smile in her voice as she asked, "Dare I hope you are calling about your birthday plans this weekend?"

Damon had never taken a woman on his birthday trip, and he sure as hell wasn't going to start with a former mistress. He tried to let her down gently. "I'm calling about a business proposition, not pleasure."

Never one to back down easily, she replied, "Well, maybe if I'm a very lucky girl, we can make it a little bit of both."

Damon didn't want to hurt her feelings so he changed the subject. "Do you have time for a meeting this afternoon? I would like to discuss the penthouse."

"Oh," she said, her voice filled with interest. "I think I can make that happen. How about four?"

"That works for me."

"I will see you then. Bye-bye."

Damon pocketed his phone and stepped out of his SUV. With any luck, he would have the penthouse on the market in a few days and a sale before Thanksgiving. As he walked into the dealership, an idea for what he would do with the profit from the sale began to form. It would be a grand romantic gesture, maybe even a bit too over the top, but if any woman deserved a gift like that it was Elena. He was going to make damn sure she got it.