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Then she turned to face Damien, knowing that she wouldn’t like whatever it was that he came to say.

Chapter Eight

Damien looked at her with his intense blue eyes, watching her every move but saying nothing until the silence stretched and grew, nearly suffocating in its size. Sasha cleared her throat.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

“Sure. Mineral water, if you have it. Orange juice, if you don’t.”

She nodded and walked to the kitchen, very aware of his presence in her small apartment. He dropped her purse on the coffee table and followed her into the kitchen, his steps quiet and graceful.

“I was disappointed that you had to leave my house so soon,” he said.

Sasha went to the fridge and took out two small bottles of Perrier. Fetched a glass from the cupboard for Damien but none for herself.

“I thought it was best for me to go,” she said.

She passed him a bottle of water and a glass then stood by the counter in the small kitchen while he stood near the fridge barely three feet away. He put the empty glass on the counter, unscrewed the top and put the bottle to his mouth.

Sexy, sexy man.
Her brain supplied the thought while she stared at his mouth that was sucking on the bottle. She vividly remembered the feel of his mouth on her nipples.

“Why? Didn’t you enjoy yourself last night?” An eyebrow rose, a suggestion that he already knew the answer to his own question.

Sasha briefly thought of denying it. But remembering how incredibly turned on she had been, how wet, how she had alternately whispered and screamed his name as he made love to her, she realized here was no denying her reaction. No denying that she had thoroughly enjoyed him last night. Even now, her body swelled and made the way for him, eager to join with him again. She cleared her throat and swallowed. A blush colored her cheeks.

“Yes. I did,” she said. “You know I did.”

She touched the cold bottle of mineral water, tracing a finger through the condensation. Even with the admission still seasoning the air between them, she couldn’t look at Damien. She heard the dull thud as he put his water on the kitchen counter, felt him coming close to her.

“Then why not indulge ourselves again. I had…an incredible time.” He settled a hand lightly on her elbow, and that touch burned. “Your mouth is so sexy,” he murmured. “All morning I’ve been thinking about how it would feel on my cock.”

Against her will, Sasha’s eyes dropped to the crotch of Damien’s jeans. She licked her lips. He groaned softly. Settled closer to her until his hips brushed hers. He was already hard. She stepped back. And stumbled into the edge of the counter. He followed with the heat of his body, his scent.

“No. No. I can’t.” But God, she wished that she could. She took a deep breath.

“Why not?”

“Please…” She pressed her palms against his chest, aware more than ever of that gesture as a one of femininity, of submission. “I can’t—” She took a deep breath. “I can’t think when you’re so close.” She licked her lips aware that his eyes fastened on her mouth. Her body screamed to be closer to him, to bend underneath his will, to feel the strength under his and scream his name until she was hoarse.

His mouth tilted at the corners. After another flickering look at her mouth, he stepped back until he stood on the other side of the small kitchen. Sasha took a deep breath.

“I’m very tempted by you,” she said. “You’d tempt the most sainted angel in heaven to sink down into sin with you. And I’m far from an angel.” Sasha bit the inside of her cheek. “But I can’t do this with you. I’ve worked hard to get to where I am. Already, as the only female jockey at Taylor Stables, people have been spreading rumors that I slept with you or with Linc to get this position. Finally, after this Derby win with Impact, I have a solid reputation. I don’t want to ruin it. I have a lot to lose in this; you don’t.”

Damien held the Perrier bottle in his hand, the condensation dripping around his fingers. “But wasn’t the sex worth it? It was magical between us. Tell me I wasn’t the only one who felt it. Admit it. You loved everything we did and want to do it again.” A hint of something lurked in his eyes. A trace of uncertainty even as his confident words faded away in the small kitchen.

She shivered at the rough tone in his voice. It was the same tone he’d used with her last night as he’d ordered her to touch herself, as he commanded her to come for him. Sasha squeezed her thighs together, trying to tamp down her mounting arousal. She couldn’t give in to him again. She’d only screw herself if she allowed him to fuck her again.

“No amount of good sex is worth the reputation I’ve built for myself,” she finally said. “And it’s definitely not worth my job.”

“Your job is in no danger from me, Sasha. And as for your reputation, no one has to know what you’re doing when you’re not at the stables. I—” He lifted a hand toward her, then, as if remembering her earlier plea for him not to touch her, dropped it back to his side. “We can be discreet, Sasha. I want you. Come to me.”

She swallowed, tempted by his urgent tone, seduced by the idea that he wanted her enough to argue with her, to try and persuade her to be with him like that again.

She shook her head. “I can’t.”

He was quiet for a moment, his brow furrowed. Then he focused his intense blue eyes on her. “What if I said this can be just sex? No emotions. No strings attached. Completely separate from the professional relationship that you and I have.”

Her fingers curled into the counter behind her. She was so tempted.
So
tempted. “I don’t think that’s possible. People try it all the time and it never works.”

“But
we
have never tried it.” His mouth tilted up at the corners. Rakish. Irresistible.

When she said nothing, he crossed the small kitchen. Stood within a foot of her. “Remember how good it was between us last night? Remember when you called out my name and your pussy milked my cock dry until I nearly lost my mind?” Damien trailed a finger down her arm, much the way he had touched the damp Perrier bottle. “Tell me you don’t want that again.” Her flesh quivered from his touch as he stroked her arm from elbow to wrist. “If we can have this with no consequence, why not accept this? Why not take this pleasure as our right?”

The echo of his deep voice moved through her like a hot breeze. She imagined making love with him again, a strong hand around her wrists, his fingers digging into her hips as his cock moved inside her. Arousal licked between her thighs once more, leaving her wet. Aching.

Fuck. I’m going to regret this so much.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes.”

Although he didn’t move, everything about Damien’s posture spoke of relief, of triumph. But he didn’t immediately grab at her acquiescence.

“Yes, we can keep bringing each other pleasure until we both lose interest, or yes get out of your apartment and leave you in peace?” His eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and arousal.

She cleared her throat, tilted her head up to look him fully in the eyes. “Let’s try this and see where it goes. The first sign that it’s not working for either of us, we stop. Okay?”

He nodded. “Okay.”

She took a quick breath. Amazed that she’d just agreed to have a fuck-buddy relationship with Damien Taylor. Sasha shook her head. Her life was getting truly surreal.

She bit her lip. “You should go,” she said. “I…um…I’m going to go take a shower now.” And try to wrap her head around this new situation she’d just found herself in.

She turned away from Damien to walk toward the door and show him out. But in moments, he was behind her, his hands grabbing her hips and pulling her back against his body.

“A shower sounds perfect,” he murmured, his hot breath stroking her ear. “I’ll join you and we can seal our new relationship.”

Sasha was weak for him. There was no doubt about that. She melted at the feel of him at her back. His long, strong body. The erection already nudging her, inviting her own readiness. She drew in a deep and shuddering breath, remembering immediately the force of him last night. How good it had felt to have him inside her, over her. She licked her lips, pushed back into him. He hissed in passionate welcome. Turned her to face him, kissing her roughly.

She responded to his strength kissing him back, parting her lips for his plunder, her panties already wet with her desire. Joined at the lips, they stumbled to her small bathroom, tearing off clothes, barely releasing each other to twist on the water, kissing frantically as the scalding water hissed from the spigot, splashing on the tiles. Steam quickly filled the small space. Heat bubbled inside Sasha as she gasped under Damien’s mouth, his seeking hands touched her breasts, her ass, sliding between her legs to stroke her wetness.

He pulled her into shower. Hot water instantly pounded into Sasha’s skin, the hard spray making her tremble, heightening the sexual arousal bursting through her body for him. The water pounded over her breasts, inciting her nipples, rippling down her belly to drip between her legs, into her already wet pussy hairs. Damien gripped her hair in a fist, pulling her hard against his mouth as they kissed. He touched her between her legs, swirling moisture on his fingers, petting her swollen lips but not touching her clit. Sasha moaned in distress. She wanted him so badly. So badly.

Abruptly, he turned her to face the wall, his hand still fisting her hair. His breath scorched the back of her neck.

“Open your legs.”

She immediately complied and he slid his fingers between her ass checks, fingers that were already damp from her sex. He touched the puckered bud of her asshole. Sasha gasped. She’d never done that before. She struggled in his hold, unable to help the surge of panic at this thing that she’d never tried, never wanted to do. He tugged her hair even harder, sending shooting pain into her scalp.

“Don’t fight me!”

His fingers gently stroked her, their gentleness at odds with the sharp tugging of her hair, the roughness of his voice at her ear. His fingers were gentle, slippery from her pussy juices. A finger slid into her ass and she stiffened. He bit her neck.

“Relax or this will hurt.” Then he licked her neck, soothing the bite. His breath caressed her throat, bringing back the memory of the ecstasy of last night.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Relax....”

His finger inched into her, deeper and deeper until she felt full. And pleasure, a shy and sweet feeling, began to emerge from the pit of her.

“That’s right, move for me.”

She’d unconsciously been moving her hips, shoving back into his finger to get more of this new miraculous pleasure he offered. Sasha moaned from the feeling. Water splashing down around them, the warm tile against her cheek as he fucked her ass with his finger.

“Fuck. You feel so good. So tight.” He groaned against the back of her neck as his finger moved inside her. “I want more from you,” he gasped. “I want everything!”

He abruptly took his finger from inside her, turned her around to face him. Shoved her back hard against the tile and abruptly shoved his cock into her pussy.

“Damien!”

She gasped as he slammed into her, his thrusts knocking the breath from her lungs. The hot water splashed over them, into her mouth and eyes as he fucked the pleasure into her, her pussy full and hot and tingling as he took her hard. His fingers touched her ass again, two this time. He slid them into the tight bud. Pierced her. Taking her from the front and his back, his cock slamming into her pussy with teeth jarring force while his fingers fucked her ass.

She’d never felt so full in her life, her body a slave to pleasure as he rocked her between those two sensations. Sasha clawed at his back, gasping as the water splashed into her face, the steam stealing into her lungs. The savage feeling tore her apart. Until she was screaming his name, gasping from the steam in her lungs, his hard cock in her pussy, his masterful fingers at her rear.

A tidal wave of sensation rolled through her, lashing her body in the steam and in the water, making her incoherent with want. The orgasm smashed her into the wall. She screamed his name again and again as she came, her hair sticking to her face, her nails digging into his skin until she drew blood. Trails of pink drifted toward the drain.

Still, hard, Damien pulled his cock from her body. His face was fierce with desire. Hair plastered to his head, water and steam highlighting the muscular beauty of his chest, the rippling stomach. His cock stood up from the thatch of dark blond hair.

“On your knees!”

Still trembling from her orgasm, Sasha immediately dropped in front of him, already reaching for his muscular thighs to hold on to as her mouth opened for him. Water splashed up around her. Showered around her shoulders and into her face and her open mouth. He fed her his wide cock, shoving it into her mouth. She tasted herself on him, the flavor of her satisfaction. Sasha sucked his thick length between her lips, pulling him deep to the back of her throat until her cheeks hollowed. He grabbed the back of her head, his hands tight in her hair, shoving her mouth down even more on his cock.

He fucked her mouth, forcing her to take all of him until she gagged. But she opened the back of her throat, fighting the gag reflex, her fingers sinking into the solid flesh of his thighs as she sucked his cock.