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And yet in all that time he has neither penetrated me nor touched my clit I feel swollen with need, so ready to be filled by ht this very second

I move to straddle hiainsteverything Wanting Damien

Slowly, I rise up on asp as he fills me, then cry out as his hips pivot up even as his hands on my hips push me down so that he fills me hard and fast and completely

“Kiss ether as ainst his chest, teasing my already sensitive nipples

His hand slides between our bodies, and now his fingers do touch htens around hi to draw hi inside both of us until I can’t stand it anymore, and I pullthe sky as the force of ainst hi Damien the rest of the ith me so that he calls out ht

When h as his fingers stroke ht,” he whispers, and I lift my head to meet his eyes “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mrs Stark”

Chapter 11

Dah that is not an easy feat It’s his fault that I got so little sleep, and I feel no guilt about sliding down the bed even as I pull the covers higher

I knoe are on a schedule But I also know that the plane won’t take off without Da an ultra-rich lord of the universe ns a fleet of planes if you can’t adjust departure tirab a few extra e is a murmured, “Fifteen minutes Sleepy”

I hear the soft pad of his footsteps as he moves away from the bed, and I slide back into sleep, secure in the belief that I’ve succeeded in beggingHe’s back, and he’s gently tugging the covers down I peel open s My husband is already dressed in jeans and a crisp button-down Behind hi shorts and a T-shirt on the floor near a half-packed suitcase I put the clues together easily enough—despite not actually going to sleep until al, Daone for a run and started packing our things

Clearly the man is superhuuilt about closingto clai none of it He pulls the covers down, then scoops me into his arms I protest for form, but it’s warle closer All too soon, though, he sets me on my feet, and then helps me into a robe “Trustme outside to our private beach

“Damien” His name is littleat a table draped hite linen, atop which sits a nue pot that I assume is filled with coffee Tiki-style torches have been placed at each of the four corners of thea relatively sand-free surface The sun has barely started to peek above the horizon, and the torches cast a golden glow over the tableau, ical

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Da, I thought we should start off with so sappy and loved “Every moment with you is special, Da, but the tenderness I see on his face answers for him

I take his hand and let his and coffee and flaky croissants, atch the sun rise on our first Valentine’s Day together