Chapter 16 #2
“So, how does this location fit into your vision?” I venture, hoping to steer the conversation back to professionalism while wrestling with the heady tension coiling around us.
He shifts slightly, regarding me with an intensity that causes my heart to race.
“I want something that feels open yet private spaces that invite creativity while providing comfort to my clients.” His tone is assured, yet I catch the glimmer of something playful dancing behind his eyes.
“I like privacy and masking things. Do you like masks?” he asks me.
My mouth drops open, and I’m unsure how to form words. There’s something in the way he says mask that makes my legs tremble and my heart rate.
Damon smirks and then turns to walk toward the windows.
Damon turns to me, a hint of something bold igniting his gaze.
“This feels perfect for the vision I have in mind. I think it could represent a fresh start for both me and anyone who would occupy this space.” His words echo within me, stirring a sense of curiosity that flares alongside the yearning I feel.
“Exactly! The views could inspire creativity and spark ideas.” My enthusiasm builds, intertwining with the lingering tension. “The ambiance has a calming effect, yet it invigorates at the same time.”
Damon steps even closer, the air thickening between us.
“I’m glad we’re on the same page. You understand what this building could mean to me.
” His voice dips lower, a delicious challenge that brushes against my senses.
“What if we take this conversation further? You know, Lily, this has been enlightening. I’ve enjoyed our time together,” he begins, his voice low and filled with intention.
“I…” My voice falters as I grapple with my instinct to dive headfirst into this intriguing connection and the undeniable risk of exploring personal territory.
“I appreciate the offer, but I’m not sure that’s the best idea.
Company policy…” I hesitate, the question sinking in like a warm pulse of hope but coated in layers of professional obligation.
Every fiber of my being buzzes with the thrill of his invitation, igniting that fierce longing I felt the night before, but reality nudges at the edges of my desire.
“I… I appreciate the offer, but it’s against company policy to date clients,” I say, pushing through the tempting lure of his invitation even as the disappointment washes over me.
He raises an eyebrow, amusement flickering behind those enticing eyes. “Just dinner, no strings attached. To discuss business and how I envision working with you in the future.”
But even the innocent suggestion teeters on a tightrope of risk, and I can feel the air around us shimmer with potential.
“I’m flattered, really. But I think it’s best to keep things professional.
” My heart pounds, torn between the thrill of the invitation and the adherence to the boundaries I’ve set.
I watch as a shadow of disappointment crosses his features before he recovers, the magnetic attraction still crackling between us.
“Understandable. But maybe one day, we can explore what lies beneath the surface,” he murmurs, the promise hanging in the air like a heady perfume, lingering in our shared space.
As we step further into the office, the golden light spills over us, illuminating the moment, while an unspoken challenge pulses in the air, tempting me to reconsider, inviting me to explore the hidden corners of desire where reality meets the whisper of possibility.
The tension simmers, a current pulling us closer even as my resolve keeps me anchored to the present. The dance of attraction remains, each word exchanged a brushstroke against the canvas of what could be, a tantalizing reminder that life teeters delicately on the edge of fantasy and reality.
“Trust me, it’s not all fun and games.” I chuckle softly, trying to maintain the professional facade while suppressing the spark igniting between us. “There are countless hours spent tracking market trends, managing budgets. It can be quite intense.”
“Intense is good; it means you care.” His voice is smooth, laced with an intensity that makes my heart skip a beat. I catch his gaze, and there’s a flicker of something deeper behind those dark eyes—something that invites me to share more, to peel back the layers that mask the truth.
As I walk him to the exit, the weight of my decision settles heavily on my shoulders, and the bittersweet taste of regret mingles with the thrill of what could have been. I caught Damon’s gaze one last time. The way he watches me should frighten me, but it doesn’t.
“Thank you for the tour, Lily,” he says, his voice smooth yet tinged with that lingering tension. “I appreciate your insight. It feels like a promising opportunity.”
“Of course,” I reply, my tone steady but edged with a subtle quaver, a remnant of the connection we just shared. As we reach the entrance, I realize how grateful I am to have crossed paths with him; the moments we shared have woven themselves into the fabric of my thoughts.
“Lily,” he calls my name, and I stop dead in my tracks.
Turning, I spot him furiously walking toward me like a man on a mission. My heart is thundering in my chest. Should I run away? Scream for help?
He grabs me and pulls my body close to his.
“I know I shouldn’t be doing this. This thing between us is too dangerous, but I can’t help myself anymore,” he begins.
I stare at him, unsure of what is happening, but liking it all the same.
Suddenly, he presses his lips to mine. He deepens the kiss, and I’m breathless. There’s something so very familiar in this kiss that sparks a jolt of electricity to flow right through me.
I pull away and look at him closely. It was dark in Shadow, but I knew the masked man had dark hair. His eyes were hungry, almost predatory, just like Damon’s.
“You…” I begin, but I’m unable to finish processing my thoughts.
He nods, his grip on my hips tight, almost painful.
“I know you,” I whisper.
“Of course, you do. You have already shown me another property,” he states, an evil smirk playing out on his lips.
He’s toying with me right now. Is this a game to him?
“No,” I begin, shaking my anger furiously. “I’ve met you before that,” I say.
“How do you know me?” he asks, his voice heavy and low. It is like velvet across my skin and suddenly, I find myself losing all control of my senses.
I went to Shadow weeks ago, looking for something to fill the sensual urges I kept hidden away.
I was looking to find a piece of myself that has always been there, just too shy and afraid to come forward.
The mysterious masked man took me in his arms and showed me how satisfying living out my kind and sexual fantasies are.
Now, I feel as though I’m standing in front of that man, but I need to hear him say that.
“You already know,” he growls out.
My pussy throbs, and my panties are soaked. I’m about to break every ethical rule in the reality handbook, and I can’t find it in me to care.
Without warning, I threw myself at him, locking my hands around his neck and crashing my lips to his. He lifts me off the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist. My dress rides up, and my soaked pussy is against his chest. I know he can feel it, because he moans against my mouth.
He begins taking steps forward, and I open my eyes to see us entering a small room that is dimly lit. He pushes me against a wall, my back throbbing from the pain, but it’s not too bad.
“I need you to fuck me,” I say into his mouth.
Damon’s tongue forces its way into my mouth, a greedy move that makes me want him even more. If Damon is truly the masked man I’ve been thinking about for weeks, then this is just another fantasy I’m getting to play out in real life.
“That’s all I’ve thought about since I saw you that night,” he breathes, one hand ripping away my panties.
“It’s true,” I state, looking into his dark eyes. “You really are him.”
I’m in awe of the man holding me.
How can he be a mysterious masked man at a kinky night club and a professional man at the same time?
“I’m whatever you need me to be,” he says, removing his belt. I help him slide his pants down his legs, and I feel his throbbing dick against me.
He pushes inside of me, filling me, and I let out a scream of pleasure. He pauses, his eyes drinking me in. “Are you ok?” he questions.
This man is such a roller coaster of emotions. One second, he’s elusive, the next cocky and arrogant, then sweet. I decide I like all parts of him equally.
“Yes, just fuck me,” I beg.
I’m having an out-of-body experience. This is so unlike me. I’ve never begged a man to have sex with me before. I’ve never used such crude and vulgar terms in front of anyone else, but Damon makes me feel as though I am someone other than myself.
Or maybe, he’s awakening the real Lily.
Damon gives me exactly what I need. He thrusts into me fast and hard, never stopping, while he trails kisses down my neck. When he bites, it brings another level of pain and pleasure I never knew existed. His fingers dig into my thighs, burning, but I want more.
I dig my nails into his back, scratching down his shirt as I hold onto him fiercely.
My head falls back as I feel my orgasm approaching. His cock hits every spot inside of me, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy. He slaps my ass just as I find my release. Screaming out his name, I pant as my head falls onto his shoulder.
I feel him begin to come as he quickly pulls out of me. He sprays his seed along the floor, something that I know will need to be cleaned before I show this place again. As sick as it sounds, that only excited me more.
I feel like I’ve crossed a line into a wicked world of pleasure, and I hope I never leave.
He slowly puts me back on my feet, and I move to adjust my dress back into place as he pulls his pants up. He looks delicious, and it’s almost unfair that someone can be this devilishly handsome and mysterious.
I see my ripped panties on the ground, and all I can do is laugh. Damon notices and chuckles.
“I guess I owe you two pairs of panties.” He smirks.
“I guess so,” I agree.
I bite my lip as something else occurs to me. Even though I just let him ravage my body, I realize that I still don’t know much about him. He clearly knows me enough to call my office and request me. How long has he known who I was?
My smile falters, and Damon notices. A scowl appears. “What’s wrong?” He begins to look around, as though someone or something has done something to warrant my worry.
“We need to talk.”