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CHAPTER 20

CC and Damon sat next to each other at the bar while they waited for their table. He'd taken her to another exclusive restaurant, which seemed quite popular on this night.

"Brandy, CC?" He asked.

"No, thank you, Damon."

"I wouldn't want to do anything I'd regret in this dress." She muttered under her breath.

"What was that, love?"

"I'll just have a light wine. You pick."

"Yes, darling." He said and ordered while reaching to rest his hand on her backside where she sat.

She always felt as though pet names were a bit forced and they made her feel patronized for some odd reason but she let him call her 'darling' only because nobody else had in ages.

When the maître d' led them to their table, they sat and CC opened her menu to peruse.

They ordered and their meals arrived shortly. CC was hardly focused on the moment. She was wondering about what Niles had said to Damon and about what he'd said to her.

"Damon?"

"Mmhmm?" He responded while chewing.

"What would you take it to mean if I were to say 'I'd definitely hit that'?"

He swallowed and grinned. "Mmm, CC... Is that an invitation? I'm flattered!" He winked.

She looked confused so he became worried that someone else was making moves on her.

"Who said that about you?" He looked a little jealous.

"Nobody. I um... I heard it on a show I was watching on MTV. She lied.

He smiled again. "Well, it means that the person who said it would want to have sex with you." And I'd like to agree with that statement in this situation." He winked.

She blushed but not because of his suggestion. She blushed because Niles had said it. She grinned stupidly.

She was suddenly feeling confident in the dress again. They enjoyed the rest of their dessert with a few touches and squeezes and she insisted on footing the bill. She was walking proudly ahead of him towards the car when she stopped and turned suddenly.

"Do you like this dress on me?" She asked almost out of nowhere.

"Yes. It seems somewhat demure in comparison to your last two outfits but I can only hope that's to make what's underneath even more deliciously awaited." He grabbed her and started kissing her with force. She smiled into the kiss as he leaned her against the car door and ran his hands up and down the sides of her body.

She pushed him off slightly and said, "Take me-" he cut her off: "I intend to!"

She laughed. "Not yet. Take me to the Sheffield mansion so that I can check that the butler delivered the correct papers to Maxwell's desk and then... You can take me... Anywhere." She smirked and got into the car.

He ran to the other side and hopped in, driving at a speed to the mansion. Every now and then he would squeeze her thigh and she enjoyed the brazen contact. It was exhilarating to feel wanted after so many years of being told she wasn't.

"I won't be long." She said through the car window after she had got out in front of the building. "Hurry!" He said.

She rang the bell and Niles opened the door in his robe.

"Why do you keep knocking on my door at night? It's not even Halloween!" He said when he saw her.

"Your door? Since when are you the man of the house? Or a man at all for that matter?!" She scoffed.

Her face looked flushed and her lipstick was slightly smudged. She was breathing hard. She left her date in a hurry? He wondered.

She ran in and he followed her to the office while she spoke. "I came to make sure that you did what I told you to do."

"I never do." He said as he watched her rummaging through the papers on Maxwell's desk.

She turned her head to look at him behind her. "Not as far as I recall." She said thinking of the time she had led his hand to her ass and he obliged her request by squeezing her. She smiled to herself. She was in too much of a good mood.

"Where's the third page? It's not here. Ugh, I don't have time for this. Damon is waiting in the car."

"He is? Hope you left a window open before tying him up in there." She didn't retort.

"I just assumed with you being here that your 'second meeting' ended as early as the first." He tossed out.

Her back was to him as she leaned over the desk. She still said not a word and slipped the pages back into the folder before standing up straight, looking at the front of the folder.

He moved closer and whispered to the back of her head. "You see, I thought you were chicken."

He was referring to her ending her dates before McMann could get anywhere. She knew he was mocking her.

She turned to face him. Last time they were in this position, with her in that dress, she had expected Maxwell but screamed when she had seen Niles standing before her. She wanted to get him back for that.

She smirked. "And I thought you would hit this." She said softly, running a hand down the side of her hip and upper thigh. She smiled when he looked like he didn't know what to say or do to get her back. I win.

Out of nowhere, he grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him crushing his mouth to hers. It took her completely off-guard. Her hands were up in protest and she was about to hit him but then she lost her train of thought and moaned involuntarily into his mouth, touching his face as he deftly slipped his tongue in to meet hers. He pushed her against the desk behind her and she gasped when she hit it.

She tried to lean back against the desk but wanted to push herself against his chest at the same time. As if in sync with what she wanted, he lifted her and placed her in a seated position on the desk. He tugged at the material of her dress at her thighs to lift it slightly so that there was room to part her legs. He moved to stand between her knees, still kissing her and she wrapped her legs around him, drawing him closer.

This time, he didn't do as he was told. He didn't wait for her approval. He grabbed hold of her lower back, shifted her closer to him at the edge of the table and pushed her down with his body so that her back was flat against the desk and her front was flush against his.

He wasn't hesitant this time. He'd been to second base and wanted to be there again. He wanted to see if she'd let him. Before he could lose his nerve, he courageously lifted a hand to her breast and squeezed while simultaneously lowering his head to plant wet, hot-breathed kisses above the cup of her breast.

She moaned loudly at the air above her head and then grabbed his biceps to pull herself up into a sitting position. She knew she wanted this but also knew she shouldn't.

The tension was too much for her. She looked at his heavily lidded eyes and parted lips as he watched his own fingers feather lightly down her upper arm. If he was willing to jump in to the deep end, she could accept that challenge. She pulled him closer again with her legs and reached for the ties of his robe and pulled it open while he kissed her neck. He was wearing a sleeveless undershirt and boxer briefs. Leopard print.

She grinned and sighed at the same time. He stuck his hands under her dress on the sides of each thigh and slowly slid his fingers to her hips. Her skin broke out in goose bumps and he felt it. His fingertips travelled to the hemline of her lace underwear and he breathed out slowly with his mouth in an o-shape as if trying to gather his wits and control himself.

She pulled him close again by the elastic of his boxer briefs and he smiled at her. His body inched closer to hers. She felt his erection graze her inner thigh and he moved his hand to lower the zipper on her back. He slowly slid it down and stuck his hand between the material and her back, stroking her skin slowly before pulling her harder against his manhood.

She tilted and lifted her pelvis slightly towards his and wiggled to graze herself against his hardness with a moan.

He sucked in his breath. "Miss Babcock..."

He pushed slightly into her through her underwear.

She whimpered, unable to respond. She didn't want to respond anyway, in fear he might object to what they were doing... Or that she would.

They were no longer kissing, just holding each other and shifting against each other's covered genitals at an agonizingly slow pace. They weren't sure whether to take it further and were lingering on this moment. Their open-mouthed breathing and rapid heartbeats were the only sounds each could hear in the quiet house that night. He began planting languid kisses on her collarbone, grunting a little in between as he rubbed his chest against hers. Her arms were wrapped loosely around his middle and she turned her head towards his to kiss him.

They looked at each other as they closed the gap - both trying to judge what the other was thinking. Just as they both closed their eyes and touched lips, the doorbell rang loudly.

They pushed each other away at lightning speed. He hastily wrapped his robe back around himself and tied it, trying to adjust himself underneath without her seeing. At the same time, she jumped from the desk and smoothed her dress and her hair, looking around the room frantically as if she were supposed to be doing something important.

They chanced a look at each other and both quickly looked away.

She bolted out of the office towards the front door.

"Miss Babcock!" He whispered loudly as he ran after her just as she was reaching the door. "What!" She said back in the same tone and turned the doorknob to open it. She felt a tug at her back as Damon asked if she was ready to go.

Niles swiftly lifted the zipper of her dress back into place. She blushed but Damon hadn't noticed. Niles pretended to be studying his hands when Damon looked past CC at him.

"Uh, yes! More than ready! Let's go!" She said and she pushed him backwards. When he turned to face the street, she adjusted her underwear, which had ridden up during the encounter. She looked back at Niles to find him staring at McMann. She looked down, took two quick breaths to calm herself and then turned to walk to the car.