Thank you, thank you, thank you! What amazing feedback last chapter! Personally, I would've looked at Damon and said, "OK! Let's do it!" if he told me his mom said to marry me. Of course, my husband may not like that. LOL! So, things are about to heat up...in more ways than one. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 32: Bliss Interrupted
I am sitting here at work and I swear I have gotten next to nothing done. All I can do is think about the same sentence that has been playing through my head ever since we were leaving Frannie's yesterday.
"She said I should marry you."
He just said it. He threw it right out there matter of factly like he was saying that his mom liked my hair. Then he smirked that sinful smirk that causes panties to dissolve. He didn't seem surprised. There was no timidity.
"She said I should marry you."
It's like it is the natural next step. Are we there yet? Is he there? He seems to think he is. It certainly appeared that there was no fear in his statement.
"She said I should marry you."
Every time I think about it, my breath catches in my chest. Then I imagine what it would be like if it came true making me want to scream, "For heaven's sake, just do it!"
This is ridiculous. I'm never going to get anything done today so I might as well go home. Actually, there is one thing that I need to do first.
"April, I'm heading over to Saltzman. I need to go check about some upcoming events. I'll see you in the morning."
"OK, Elena, is there anything else you need me to do before I head out? I've already finished everything on my list."
"Actually, if you don't mind, how about calling the caterer for this weekend's charity event and confirming these numbers." I have my iPad in my hand and forward a document to her. "After that, feel free to call it a day."
"Yes, ma'am," she smiles. It seems that ever since my encounter with April the other week, she has been back to her old self. At least, I hope she is.
"Thanks, April. Have a good one."
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When I get to Saltzman I decide to take care of business before pleasure, bypassing Damon's office and heading straight to Ric's instead. His secretary isn't at her desk so I lightly rap on his door and hear muffled voices.
"I'll be right with you," Ric calls.
"That's fine. I'm actually a little early," I answer back.
"Elena? Is that you?"
"Yes." The door opens a few minutes later. When I enter Ric's office, a blushing Ric and an equally blushing Jenna meet me. "Why hello, guys! Did I interrupt a very important meeting?" I feign innocence. Jenna's mussed hair tells me just how important the "meeting" was. "Oh, by the way, you may want to fix the buttons on your blouse, Jenna."
"Well crap!" she exclaims. "So much for playing it off to you!" I giggle as she slumps onto the couch.
"I'm sorry, Elena. I guess we should be relieved it was you—we were being pretty unprofessional." Ric sits behind his desk looking like a little boy who got caught stealing cookies. "So, we need to talk about the charity fundraiser scheduled for Saturday. Let's get down to business." Ric, Jenna and I start going over the last minute details.
In no time we are done and I am finally able to go see the man who has occupied my thoughts all day. Carol tells me that Damon has left instructions to send me on in anytime I stop by so I slip through the door. Damon is standing facing the window and is talking to someone on his Bluetooth. He hasn't heard me come in so I take the opportunity to gratuitously stare. His raven hair looks as though he has raked his fingers through it numerous times. The sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up putting the strong muscles of his forearms on display. And the fit of his dress pants on his perfect derrière is mouthwateringly distracting. After turning the lock on the door, I quietly slip up behind Damon and silently hop up on his desk and cross my legs just before he ends his conversation with a sigh. When he sits down in his desk chair and swivels around a smile spreads across his face.
"Well, hello there," he purrs.
"Hey, handsome," I answer as I slide the pointed toe of my shoe up the inside of his thigh earning a raised eyebrow. "Judging from that sigh, it sounds like you could use a little stress reliever."
"Oh, baby, you have no idea. Let me lock that door and I'll show you just how much stress I have to relieve."
When he starts to get up I push his back down. "I've already locked it."
"Mmm…my girl's so efficient," he smiles while running his hands up the backs of my legs. When he reaches my knees, he gently nudges my legs open and slides his hands under my skirt. "Lift your hips baby." I do and he slides my skirt up to my waist and my panties down. With a smirk he tucks them into his pocket. "I'll just hang on to these for now. You won't be needing them," he says before sending papers to the floor as he eases me back on his desk kissing his way up my thighs. By the time he gets to my core, I am putty in his hands. In no time, he pushes me over the edge. He quickly stands and pulls me up into a crushing kiss.
"I thought I was supposed to ease your stress, not the other way around," I say when we finally come up for air.
"I'm not done yet," he says while unbuckling his belt and unfastening his pants. "Wrap your legs around me, Lena." I do and he quickly thrusts into me. He places searing kisses up my neck while pounding into me at a furious pace pushing us both to a toe curling orgasm.
We use Damon's private restroom to cleanup so that we can go out for dinner. I am standing with my arms crossed and a funny look on my face as Damon continues to get ready to leave for the day. "Do you need something, Lena?" There's a devilish smile on his beautiful face.
"Don't try to be cute!" is my sassy reply.
"Oh, baby, I don't have to try!" That grin just grows.
"Damon, I need my panties!"
"Do you really? I don't think so. Besides, it's not my fault if you can't keep up with your own lacy bits."
"Lacy bits? I'll give you lacy bits!" I cannot believe him!
"I believe you already did actually," he laughs.
I pick up my purse and swat his arm. "Damon, give me my damn panties!"
Wrapping his arms tightly around me, Damon leans over and whispers in my ear. "Nope." He reaches down and starts snaking his fingers under my skirt. "I'm taking you out to dinner knowing that at any minute I can reach under this short little skirt and find you bare and ready. Just like I'm going to do now." He bites down on my earlobe and skims his fingers between my legs making me shiver. "Now let's go!" he growls into my ear punctuating it with a swat to my rear.
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Dinner was quite an affair. We went to a small romantic restaurant with candlelight and floor length table clothes. Damon requested one of the secluded back tables and used every opportunity to tease me. He was constantly leaning over to whisper into my ear all of the naughty things he planned to do once we got home all the while running his fingers teasingly along my inner thigh getting dangerously close to the place where my panties should have been. By the time we leave, I am so desperate that I would gladly offer myself to him on the car's hood. Unfortunately, my satisfaction has to be delayed so that we can stop by my house and pick up an overnight bag.
"You really should just move some things into my house," Damon says. "I purposefully never asked for my key back after my party so you might as well put it to good use."
"I can't believe I'm going to say this, but your right. It would be more convenient. I also need to give you a key to my apartment. You know, just in case."
"Look at us, being all committed!" Damon gives me a goofy grin before leaning over to kiss me once we are in a parking spot.
As we walk up to my door, I see a bouquet of red roses. "Damon! You shouldn't have!"
"Well, that's good because I didn't." The frown on his face doesn't escape my attention.
"If you didn't, then who did?"
"That's what I'd like to know, Elena." Possessive Damon is rearing his beautiful head and I couldn't be more flattered.
I laughingly ask, "What's wrong? Are you jealous?"
"Should I be?" he asks with raised eyebrows.
"Most definitely not! Let's see who these are from. They were probably left at the wrong place." As I reach for the card Damon chuckles. "What are you laughing at?"
"It's just kind of odd. Whoever ordered these got gipped. There are only eleven roses here. What does the card say?"
"It says, "Miss you." Obviously they were left at the wrong apartment."
As we head into the door, Damon pins me to the wall just inside the door, kissing me until my knees are weak. In no time, he has my blouse and bra off and is gently teasing my nipples. "With the mystery of the roses, I didn't want you to lose your train of thought."
"All that did was whet my appetite for more of you," I whisper back.
"Good." Damon reaches behind me and unfastens my skirt causing it to pool to the floor. "Let's see just how wet your appetite is."
"Damon, it's whet not wet," I gasp as he sinks one finger into me.
"I beg to differ," he smirks. "It's definitely wet." He pulls his finger up and licks it clean. "Now, come with me." Damon catches my hand and leads me to the couch, taking a seat before tipping me over his knee. He uses one leg to trap my legs and starts trailing his fingers over my upturned ass.
"Damon? What are you doing?" He trails his fingers down and toys with my clit as he explains.
"You have been pretty naughty today, Elena. First, you slipped out of bed before me this morning."
"I had to get to work," I try to explain but have trouble forming the sentence as he dips two fingers into me.
"You also had to eat breakfast and should have let me cook it for you. Now, shall I continue?" He continues to pump his fingers into me drawing a whimper. "I'll take that as a yes. Then, you were very sneaky slipping into my office while my back was turned. Then, you used your sexy legs in that tiny little skirt to tempt me into being very messy causing me to scatter papers all over the floor of my office. Finally, you are completely unable to keep up with your panties. That's why I had to carry them around in my pocket while we went out to dinner. Really, Elena, only truly naughty girls lose their panties and have to go out without them." I open my mouth to argue that he actually stole my underwear but become distracted when he puts pressure on my clit. "I think being naughty turns you on. You are soaked." I groan in response. "Honestly, Elena, you've left me with no choice but to teach you a little lesson." I gasp and reach back when he lands a smack on my naked behind. "Oh, so you want to play that way? I guess I'll just have to put these panties to use. I might as well. It doesn't seem like you've gotten any use out of them tonight." The next thing I know, Damon has my wrists tied together with my panties that he has pulled from his pocket. "Now, adding your squirming to the list, that's five things that we need to address so I think I'll give you five swats on this delicious little ass. Are you game, Elena?" He has continued to use his talented fingers to keep me on edge the entire time he has been talking.
"God yes," I groan. Damon proceeds to give me a spanking that is more treat than punishment. Between every smack, he rubs my behind and reaches between my legs to tease me. As he lands number five, I plead, "Please, Damon."
"What do you want, baby?" he asks, trailing his fingers up and down my spine. "You're going to have to tell me."
My senses are so overloaded that I can only answer with the truth. "I want to come."
"Well, that's good, because you're going to…more than once." He uses his fingers to bring me to a gut-wrenching climax before untying my hands and making love to me on my living room floor.
I slip on Damon's shirt and go to the kitchen to get some water while he slips on his pants and heads to my room to get my suitcase out so that I can pack a few things to take to his house. Almost immediately, Damon walks back into the living room, his face ashen.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"I found the twelfth rose."
"What? Damon, you aren't making any sense!"
Catching my hand, Damon leads me back to my room where a single long stemmed red rose is lying on my pillow.
"How? I don't understand." I feel myself starting to shake as the realization of what has happened hits me.
Wrapping his arms around me to steady my shivering body, Damon states what I already know. "Lena, someone has been in your apartment."
AN: Dun, dun, dun! Damon's about to go all caveman protective. :) If you have a moment, I'd really appreciate it if you could leave a review letting me know what you think. I really do have the best readers. Your support means so much!