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Screwed was the only way Damien could describe his situation -- and not only because he had the woman of his dreams happily bouncing up and down on his cock.

Gazing up at her, running his hands over her back and squeezing her ass, he shook his head.  Damn, she was pretty, and so fucking hot, with her big breasts bouncing right in his face. Definitely the sexiest, most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.  And being naked in her bed was like a dream come true -- if only she wasn’t his boss’s daughter, it would all be so perfect.

Hungry for a taste of her, wrapping a hand around the back of her neck Damien tugged her down and claimed her mouth. Slipping his tongue between her lips, he groaned at the feel of hot little tongue sliding over his, with all her long dark hair cloaked around them.

“Hmm, I just love this with you,” Deana happily whispered against his mouth, cupping his face in her hands.  And seeing as he just plain loved her, he just wished he could find a way to tell her without freaking her out.

Growing up in a big Hispanic family, accustomed to listening to music playing pretty much throughout his life, Damien had his phone softly playing on her nightstand, as he often did at home.  And he smiled up into lady love’s eyes as a sexy throw-back song started to play.  His cousin from Canada had turned him onto some of his favorites, including this one by the jazzy rock band Lighthouse.  And as the singer belted out the lyrics to Beneath My Woman, it was perfect for their mood, and what they were doing, so sultry and sexy.  And he just wished she actually was his woman as he gazed up into her big blue eyes, feeling lost.

Deana smiled down at him.  “Did you choose this song on purpose?  It’s just so sexy, it’s perfect.”

Shaking his head, Damien smiled up at her. “No, but it sounds good right now, looking up at you like this, making love to me.”

Thrilled to finally have him in her bed, she hugged him to her chest and softly sighed, “You’re right it does.”  Bending over him and licking around each of his nipples, smiling as she felt him quiver, she wished that she really was his woman, because naked with him in her bed was the only place she wanted to be.

But Damien had a pretty strong feeling that what they had, amazing it was, was never going to go anywhere.  And this was probably all it would ever be – just the occasional hookup, being careful to hide themselves away, so no one would ever learn what they were up to.  Because really, why would a woman with her looks, money and class ever want to saddle herself with an ordinary guy like him, especially knowing she could have anyone she wanted, like a lawyer or a doctor, who’d be a far better match for her.

Of course, no matter what was playing out in their heads, having a chance to be alone like this, which they rarely did, the entire day was just one long, hot session of lovemaking. 

Utterly spent, but deliriously happy, finally in the afternoon, realizing they were starved, they took a break to share a kinky naked lunch of vegetable frittata and salad, that Damien whipped up for them.  They laughed as they ate, with him feeding her in his lap, and licking away any drips from her breasts with his tongue, and of course finding reasons to kiss her every chance he got.

Holding her close he glanced around her big state of the art kitchen, and shook his head.  “You know I still can’t believe you live in a place this size all by yourself.”

Deana looked around then too and shrugged.  “My parents bought me this place as a graduation gift after I finished college.  I know it’s a little big, but for me it’s just home.”

“A little big?  Are you kidding?  My whole family could fit in here with room to spare.  And I’ve got two sisters, two brothers, and my parents.”

She looked surprised. “I didn’t know you had so many siblings.”

Damien nodded as he poured her more wine.  “Yeah, and I’ve probably got at least a hundred cousins alone, and loads of aunts of uncles.  Both my parents came from big families, with twelve siblings each.”

Her eyes popped.  “Wow.  That is a big family, especially considering I grew as an only child.  I would have loved to have grown up in a family like yours.  You were lucky you always had someone to play with as a kid, which I never did.”

Hugging her a little tighter, he nodded. “Well, amazingly we’re all pretty close.  Tonight I’m meeting up with a few of my cousins, if you want to come along, it should be fun.”

Deana grinned, since it would be the first time they went out together - maybe not a real live date, but close enough.  “Sure.” She shrugged.  “Why not?”

Damien squeezed her ass and pressed a kiss to her cheek.  Glad that she’d agreed, since until now they’d only ever hooked up for sex.  Not that he was complaining, because he loved every second he could grab to be alone with her, no matter what they were doing.

Once they got back in bed, playfully swatting her ass, he told her, “Now get up on your knees.  I want to take you from behind.”

A little nervous about what he had in mind, Deana swallowed hard as she did as he asked.  Looking at him over her shoulder, the heat of his gaze nearly scorched her alive.  Already fisting his erection in his hand, and giving it a few good strokes, he looked ready to give it to her wickedly hard. 

Gazing down at her, Damien shook his head and muttered, “Fuck you look so hot like this, just begging for my cock to fill you up.”

“Then don’t keep me waiting.” Her pussy already dripping wet, positively aching for him, she anxiously licked her lips, and gave him a taunting little wiggle of her backside. 

Chuckling at first, he clutched her hip, fisted his cock and pushed inside her, then let out a groan as he stared mesmerized at the erotic sight of his long hard dick disappearing into the heat of her tight little pussy, never mind the indescribable feel of sliding into the warmth of her body. 

And fuck, tight didn’t even begin to describe her, when he had her angled like this.  He rolled his eyes, unable to decide if he was more lost in the sight or the feel of her.  And as she sucked him in, squeezing her tight inner walls around him, making him grow impossibly thicker, he thrust into her as deep as he possibly could go, filling her up to the max, till he was smiling at her desperate little whimpers. 

Just seeing her, naked down on her knees, thrusting her ass back, begging to be filled and fucked good and hard, was almost too mind-blowing to be real.  Just like that first time when he’d come at her from behind in that little courtyard and packed her good and tight and fucked her to within an inch of her life, it was just too hot for words, and of course so was she. 

They were so much alike, such sensual beings, that he knew he’d met his match.  Dropping his head, he trailed the heat of his tongue up along her spine to her neck, and whispered in her ear what he’d been thinking all day. “Damn, I wish this never had to end.”

Surprised, Deana stilled, turned her head and looked back at him.  “But why would it ever have to?  Believe me, if I could be like this with you forever, I would.  You just feel so good. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” 

Glad to hear that, Damien started to pump into her nice and steady, rocking their bodies in a time-honored rhythm.  Nothing felt better than losing himself in her, and giving her what she needed, absolutely nothing.

Her whole body tingling, heaving a shaky breath, Deana thrust back her hips, letting her eyes drift shut as he took her where she needed to go -- only on the most erotic journey of her life as he slammed into her over and over again, hard enough to shift her whole body up on the bed, bringing her closer and closer to one hell of a mind-numbing climax. 

Biting down hard on her lip, she knew one thing; no one had ever made her feel this good before, ever. 

Reaching under her Damien worked her clit till he could feel her quivering from head to toe, and he smiled as she really started to make some noise. 

And watching her tight little rosebud flinching between her butt cheeks, seemingly begging for a little attention, grinning to himself, he slicked up his thumb in her juicy pussy, and gradually worked it inside her, giving her ass a teasing little workout, too.  And carefully working his thumb in and out of her tight little hole, he relentlessly pounded her pussy till both of them were breathless, throwing back their heads and screaming each other’s names as she came in a blinding rush. 

Her whole body was on fire for him, as an orgasm of epic proportions raced through her. Deana squeezed her eyes shut, her chest heaving painfully hard, desperately clenching the sheets in her fists, she felt ready to combust, he’d gotten her so fucking hot.  “Oh, god, it just feels so good with you.  So fucking good, especially like this.” 

Everything she owned was tingling so hard, she wondered if she’d collapse under the onslaught.  Especially with the erotically charged sensation of being double penetrated, with the devious bastard filling both her pussy and ass at once, nearly driving her insane. 

His thighs slapping hard against her ass, gritting his teeth, squeezing her hips in a death grip, Damien slammed into her for all he was worth.  He groaned, watching her throw back her head and squeal, her entire body nearly going into convulsions as she came for a second time. 

Coming hard enough to see stars, she coated his balls till her juices were sliding down her thighs and dripping onto the sheets.  “Damn, Damien,” she cried out as he kept right on giving her everything he had, pounding her pussy with merciless thrust after thrust.

Finally, Damien felt the unmistakable rush of a mind-melting orgasm coursing through his veins, like a jolt to his entire nervous system, his eyes slamming shut as it rocketed through him.  Tossing back his head he let out a growl so deep Deana could feel rumbling right through her. 

Still, he didn’t relent and continued to slam her, filling her pussy to overflowing, till he had nothing left to give her.  Finally, completely drained, barely able to see straight, he just shook his head gazing down at her quivering body unable to believe how wild they got whenever they were together. Clutching her ass tight in hands, his semi-hard cock buried in her nice and deep, he pressed a kiss to her back, convinced this was where he was meant to be, lost in the only woman who had the power to literally bring him to his knees -- his woman.

Finally, he grabbed hold of his shaft and reluctantly pulled out, watching as she fell limp as a rag doll onto her face on the bed, barely able to catch her breath after coming so insanely hard, not once, but twice.

Curling up beside her, quietly chuckling, he tugged her into his arms and brushed back the damp hair from her eyes.  Dropping tender little kisses over her sweat-slicked face, he asked, “You okay?”

Lifting her bleary-eyed gaze to meet his, she somehow managed to laugh, too, even while fighting hard just to breathe. “Do I look okay to you?” 

Though she felt like she’d been run over by a steamroller, with how wickedly hard he’d taken her, no getting around it, she’d loved every second of it.  And she was beginning to realize there was nothing he could do to her that she didn’t love, which got her wondering if this thing they had going on wasn’t turning into something more than just a friendly little hook-up.

Smiling at the contented look shining back at him from her big blue eyes, chuckling, he told her, “Actually, you look like a well-fucked woman.” His well-fucked woman, if truth be known.

He loved to see her in the aftermath like this, her body covered in a sexy sheen and flushed to a pretty shade of pink, with her full breasts heaving, happily smiling into his eyes, after they’d given each other just what they needed. 

He just knew he couldn’t let her go, no matter how hopeless their situation was.  He loved her too much, and was in way too deep to ever walk away now.  But, damn, considering who she was, and how dangerous it was to even be found alone with her, never mind fucking her blue every chance he got, it would be so much easier if he could just find it in him to end it and let her go.

Wrapping her arms tightly around his neck smiling into his warm brown eyes, Deana shivered as she planted her lips on his, delighted to lose herself in the taste of him.  Never happier than when she was with him, she wanted him to feel just how overjoyed she was to have this time alone with him.  Leisurely savoring the taste of his mouth, she nearly kissed his face off, and before long, no big surprise, their chests were heaving, her pussy was dripping and he was hard as a rock again and poking at her belly.

Playfully wiggling her eyebrows with a devious glint flashing in her eyes, she said, “Stay put, I’ll be right back.”

And when she returned from her walk-in closet with a long red silk scarf and reached for his wrists, Damien narrowed his eyes on her, and asked, “What do you think you’re doing?”

Grinning devilishly, she slipped the scarf through one of the slats on her sturdy wrought iron headboard, and explained.  “Just giving you a taste of what it feels like to be at my mercy for a change, while I enjoy sucking off that big fat cock of yours.”

Holy fuck.  His eyebrows shot up.  The moment she mentioned sucking him off, any thoughts of objecting disappeared.  Especially since she knew just what it took to get him off. 

But oh, man, once she had both his wrists firmly tied over his head,  just seeing her sitting on her haunches, admiring her handy work along with his big fat dick standing straight up at attention, licking her licks in anticipation, he groaned. 

She was right about one thing, tied up like this, he’d never felt more powerless, and wasn’t too sure how he felt about being totally at her mercy.  Knowing she could do anything she wanted to him, was as arousing as it was terrifying.  Now he just hoped she didn’t have a hidden sadistic streak, and wouldn’t do anything to his package that he didn’t want done – like sinking her teeth into the damn thing.

“Mmm,” she moaned, when she finally slid her big soft breasts over his thighs and wrapped her hand around his now fully engorged cock.  She tipped her head back while running her curious finger all over him.  “Have I ever told you just how much I love this big hard piece of man meat?  Just looking at it twitching and begging to be sucked off good and hard is getting me so wet.  And what a lucky girl I am, to have such big hard dick to enjoy right in my own bed.”

Damien stared at her, surprised.  Wow, who knew Miss Maxwell had such a dirty mouth?

Lapping her hot, wet tongue over his erection him from balls to tip, she murmured, “Ooh, just looking at you, so big and long and thick, I can hardly wait to have you fill up mouth till I can hardly breathe.  And that big fat mushroom tip is such an angry red, I think it needs to be sucked extra hard, to give it what it’s begging for.” 

Damien’s felt his eyes roll all the way back in his head, as she got him wetter and harder by the second with both her talented little tongue and her filthy, dirty words.  Damn, this girl could give lessons on how to get a guy off.

Tugging hard at his restraints, he let out a groan, as he felt his cock sliding over the heat of her tongue, all the way to the back of her mouth.  Holy shit, who knew she could deep throat?  And as she sank him in deep, till he could feel the back of her throat brushing against his cockhead, he just about died. 

Damn, she really did know how to suck cock.  And lucky bastard that he was, it was his dick she was happily torturing.

Finally, after really going to town on him, Deana let go of him with a pop, leaving a long stream of saliva sliding over his dick onto his rock hard abs.  And, factitious thing that she was, she eagerly ran her tongue all over him, until she’d licked him clean.  Then licking him up and down, again, she murmured, “Oh, Damien, I think I’m in love with your, dick.  I just love the feel of it sliding over my tongue, it’s just so smooth and thick, I think I’d be happy to do this forever.”

And seeing how good it felt, he’d let her, too. 

“Mmm,” she moaned, wrapping her lips around him and sliding him back into her mouth.  And when she hollowed out her cheeks and started to suck him back even harder, every inch of Damien started to quake, right down to his freaking toes. 

“Damn, Deana, leave me some skin, will ya?” Fuck me.  She had his eyes rolling skyward as she worked his cock like no one had ever pleasured it before. 

Knowing he’d be flooding her with his juice any second, he decided he’d better warn her.  “Baby, you keep that up and I’m going to shoot right down your throat.”

But the thought of it didn’t seem to bother her, seeing as all she did was tighten her hold on him, and smile around his cock, sucking him back, if possible, even harder -- and holy shit, even deeper. 

Slamming his eyes shut as the tell-tale signs of one helluva a big orgasm shot down his spine straight to his balls, he groaned, tossing his head from side to side, desperate to get loose. 

Damn, he’d been given head before, but it was never like this.  The way she was working him, was like she owned his dick.   Suddenly he stilled, realizing that maybe she did, because he didn’t think he’d ever find another woman who rocked his world the way that she did.  Fuck, what an amazing ride though, even tied up, he loved every second of it.

As he shot wave after wave of his seed straight down her throat for what felt like forever, he couldn’t get over how amazing everything they did together felt.  Whether they were just kissing, or getting each other off, or fucking each other almost into a coma, Damien knew it didn’t get much better than this.  She was it for him, no way around it.

And as she took the time to lick him clean, right down to happily moaning and lapping at his balls, all he wanted to do was touch her, and be able to stroke her hair, at least to thank her. 

“Okay,” he told her, “You’ve had your fun, now untie me.”

The grin she wore was pure evil as she looked up at him and asked, “But what if I’m not quite done with you yet?”

His eyes flared, wondering what more she could possibly do to him after sucking him off that hard.

When she reached into a drawer and pulled out a big pink dildo, his pulse leapt and his eyes went big as moons.  Glaring at her he told her, “You wouldn’t dare.”

Waving it back and forth in her hand, she said, “What?  Are you really afraid I’m going to take your virgin ass with my trusty little toy?”

Just the thought had him squeezing his ass cheeks tight and really starting to tug to get his hands free.  So desperate to get loose, he had the headboard banging against the wall.

But when he heard the dildo start to hum, his eyes popped open even wider when he saw that she’d spread her legs and was sliding the thing straight into her glistening little pussy, and letting her eyes fall shut as she started to moan and work the thing in and out.

“Fuck, are you trying to kill me?” he asked as he yanked at his wrists till they burned.  “When I finally get loose I will fucking eat you alive, you know that right?”  And that wasn’t just a threat, he meant it, too.

Unperturbed, all she did was grin.  “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.  But as nice as this is, nothing beats the feel of you filling me up with that big hungry cock of yours.”

Damien couldn’t believe it when he looked down and realized that she’d gotten him hard again, surprised that it was even possible.  And he started to wonder if he’d pass out with all the blood in his body once again, rushing straight to his throbbing cock.  “I never knew you could be such a tease, Deana.”

She grinned coyly.  “Then watch and learn.” Tugging at her nipple, and biting into her lip, she softly began to whimper as she pushed the dildo even deeper into her squelching little snatch, thrusting in and out harder and faster, as he helplessly stared, utterly spellbound.

Lost at the sight of her getting herself off, he muttered, “You really are trying to kill me aren’t you, playing with yourself with that thing, when I can’t even get near you.”

Shaking her head as she slid the big pink toy in and out of her glistening pussy, she murmured, “Actually, I’m just warming myself up.”

“Warming yourself up, for what exactly?”

She grinned.  “For when I sit on your face, and you give me some of what I just gave you.”

Oh, man, just seeing her hot little cunt suck back that big pink monster, he could sure as hell get on board with that.  “Well then, better get up here and plant that hot little pussy on me, and get rid of that fucking toy.”

Happy to oblige, Deana gladly tossed aside the dildo and crawled up to the head of the bed.  Softly moaning, she slid her body over his, till she was staring at his twitching cock with her sex within tasting distance of his mouth.

And the moment she sank her hot little pussy down onto his mouth, Damien just about lost it.  Tied up and not being able to squeeze her sweet ass as he ate into her, was probably the worst thing she could have done to him.  He needed the feel of her ass in his hands so badly, he groaned.  “You know if you untie me, I can make this really good for you.”

With her warm body spread out over his, circling his cock in her hand and giving it a lick, she said, “You mean even better than me getting to suck you off again, while you eat me out?  I told you I could suck at this bad boy all day long, and I wasn’t kidding.”

Dropping his head on the bed, he let out an even deeper groan.  “You better tell my family how I died then.”  Jesus, who knew, sweet Miss Maxwell could be such a hellcat in bed?

But seeing as her pussy was hovering so invitingly over his mouth, he decided that he could hardly turn down an arousing session of 69, even if he was tied by the hands to her fucking bed and could only touch her with his mouth.

And damn, she was right again.  It felt like he was in pussy-eating heaven, being able to feast on her hot little cunt, with her delectable juices coating his face, while she sucked him off like no one had ever sucked him before.  Damn, if he wasn’t in love with her before, he sure as fuck was now.

He knew one thing for sure -- no other man was ever going to touch her again -- now that he’d decided she was his.

Much later, after she’d finally untied him, both of them spent and sated beyond belief, they curled up together tight and had a nap, to try to recover from their day together.  And damn, it felt good to hold her tight in his arms, even just to sleep.

But by the time they decided to shower together for their night out, Deana amazingly, wasn’t quite done teasing him.  Wearing a sexy little smirk, she gazed deep into his eyes, as she lathered up his balls.  And the moment she sank her tongue between his lips and started making love to his mouth, she had him so out of his head with need, that he picked her up, wrapped her legs around his waist and fucked her like a maniac up against the tiled wall.  Till finally both of them were nearly out of their minds with lust, kissing each other till they could barely breathe, shocked to realize they really couldn’t get enough, no matter how many times they went at it. 

As he filled her pussy till he had her dripping down her legs, sure that he’d never come so many times before in his life, Damien wondered if he’d even survive another few hours with her, without passing out from utter exhaustion.

Damn, he had no idea when he’d first come up behind her in that little courtyard and slid his cock into her tight little pussy that she’d wind up being the craziest, lustiest little witch he’d ever encounter. 

Eventually, she took him by the hand and led him out of the shower and playfully towelled him off, taking extra care of course to tease his cock again with laps of her tongue.  Smiling into the teasing look in her big blue eyes, Damien decided that he just couldn’t live without her.  There was no getting around it, he was crazy about her, no matter if she was likely to get him fired or not.

Finally, dressed for a night out, when Deana strolled out of her bedroom with her long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, her rocking little body clad in skin-tight black jeans and a sexy off the shoulder white top and killer heels, Damien just shook his head, deciding she had to be the sexiest woman alive.  And he had to pull her in for a kiss as they took a cab into the heart of the city, seeing as she just looked too hot for words. 

His cousin had a thriving restaurant in the heart of the Latin Quarter, with plans to open a few more.  And the moment they stepped inside, seeing the place was slammed with people eating, dancing and having a good time, Damien could see his dream of being a part of the place flash before his eyes.  With any luck he’d be part owner of the next one they opened, and hopefully his future would be set. 

Happy to have his arm tight around her, Deana gaze darted everywhere at once, taking in all the sights and sounds as well as the incredible aromas wafting from the kitchen.  Leaning close, she said into his ear, “Wow this place is amazing.  How did you ever find it?”

He shrugged. “My cousin Enrique owns it, and I come here a lot.”

“Well, I can see why.  It’s really hopping and the food smells fantastic.”

“Believe me it is, and since he got a lot his recipes from my Abuela, you know it’s gonna be good.”

Noticing his cousin Damien walk in, Enrique walked over to greet them.  After shaking Damien’s hand, he gave him a hearty slap on the back.  But his eyes never left Deana.

Damien quickly made the introductions. “Deana, this is my cousin, Enrique.  And Enrique this is uh… Deana.” 

No idea how to describe who she was to him, it felt awkward to call her his girlfriend, since he had no hold on her, other than the agreement they had that there’d be no one else till they were done with each other.  But the way she smiled into Damien’s eyes, he just hoped his cousin understood that she was taken, and to back the hell up and quit looking at her like he wanted to eat her for dinner.

Recognizing the threatening look Damien was shooting him Enrique just laughed and said, “Pleasure to meet you, Deana.  And what can I get you to eat?”

“It’s okay, we’ll go in the kitchen and get our own,” Damien told him, wanting Deana to see it for herself.

Enrique shrugged.  “Then help yourself,” holding out his arm, he pointed them toward the kitchen.

The moment they stepped inside, Deana rolled her eyes, letting out a moan, blown away by the incredible aromas filling the air.  But when a stunning brunette, who’d been busy plating a meal, turned her head and saw them walk in and let out a little shriek and threw herself into Damien’s arms, kissing him hard on the mouth,  suddenly Deana lost her appetite.

Keeping his arm around the other woman’s waist, Damien said, “Deana, this is Enrique’s sister, my cousin, Marisol.  And she’s the one that runs the kitchen.”

Flooded with relief that she was just family, Deana accepted her hand, and told her, “Wow, it sure smells good in here.”

Handing them two plates, Marisol nodded at the food. “Then you’d better try some of everything and let me know what you think.”

Deana didn’t have to be told twice, the way her stomach was growling from all the delectable smells.  But there was just so much to choose from, her eyes were almost as big as the dinner plate, taking it all in. Overwhelmed, she winced, looking to Damien to help her decide what to pick.  Finally, he chuckled and said, “Tell you what, why don’t you get two seats at the bar, and I’ll get us a little of everything, so don’t miss a thing.”

Smiling, into his eyes, knowing how much she’d loved his grandmother’s cooking, she pressed a kiss to his lips. “Thanks.  And I’ll order you a beer.”

As Marisol filled their plates to overflowing with one delectable taste after another, Damien’s eyes went big watching her load them up.  Carefully she spooned, Spanish rice, enchiladas, spicy chicken, empanadas, tempting little tastes of tapas, tostadas, mole, fire roasted stuffed chili peppers, succulent pork pozole and of course several types of spicy salsas, finishing it off with a healthy dollop of crema fresca and grated queso.  Then finally, looking into his eyes, she flashed him a knowing grin, playfully waggling her eyebrows.

Noticing the teasing little smile she was wearing, as she handed him the overflowing plates, Damien asked, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Marisol rolled her eyes.  “Because I can tell from the way you were looking at your girl, like a lovesick puppy, that you’re crazy about her. And I think it’s sweet.  And I just hope she deserves you, that’s all.”

“That’s funny, someone like her deserving me.  When I’m just hoping that I can finally get my shit together enough so she could see me as someone she’d want to keep around.”

Glaring him down, Marisol reached up and pinched his cheek so hard, he yelped.  Then pushing up on her toes and getting right in his face, she told him, “You are one hell of a catch, cousin, and if she doesn’t realize that, then she obviously doesn’t deserve you.”  Then with an affectionate pat to his cheek, she smiled and told him, “Never put yourself down, Damien.  You’re way too nice a guy to worry about pleasing some uppity bitch who doesn’t realize what a treasure she’s got in you.”

Still smarting from the pinch she gave him, he shook his head.  “You got it all wrong.  It’s not her, it’s me.  And believe me, Deana’s no uppity bitch.” He smiled, just thinking about her.  “Truth is, she’s the real deal.  She’s sweet and smart and funny and too sexy for words.  But the problem is, since I work as head of security for her father, I shouldn’t even be seeing her.”

Tucking some flatware into his pocket, Marisol smiled into his eyes.  “Then, if you feel that strongly about her, I guess you’ll just have to fight for her, won’t you?”

Blowing out a breath, he nodded.  “Yeah, I will.  But I don’t know how the hell I’ll ever be able to convince her family that I’m good enough for their precious little daughter, especially since she’s their only child.”

She tenderly stroked her hand over his cheek.  “You’re a smart guy, Damien, you’ll figure it out.  And if you really love her that much, I hope you get the girl.”

 As he strode out of the kitchen with their plates piled high, heaving a breath, he was hoping the same thing, because he just couldn’t imagine his life without her anymore.

And as he got in close beside her at the bar, and enjoyed feeding her little tastes of everything between kisses, not really giving a shit who was watching them, he just hoped she was feeling even a little of what he was feeling.  Then maybe, just maybe, he could make this thing work.

Rolling her eyes and moaning after every bite, she told him, “Oh, my god, I swear this has to be the best meal I’ve ever had.  Seriously, your cousin should look into franchising, he’d make a fortune opening places like this all around the country.”

Damien’s lips curled into a smile.  “Funny, but Enrique and I are thinking about doing just that.  And with any luck, I’ll be part owner by next year.”

Her eyes flew open, hardly able to believe what he was saying.  “Really?  Well, if you’re looking for investors, I would love to get involved.”

Not too sure he wanted to mix business with pleasure, especially with her, he said, “I think we’re okay for now.”

“But I’ve got money socked away that I don’t even care about.  My grandmother left me a fortune when she died, and it’s not doing anything but sitting in the bank.”

Though he could use the money, there was no way he’d ever take anything from her.  So he tipped up her chin, pressed his lips to hers and said, “Why don’t we finish this, and get up on the dancefloor, and forget about everything else for now.”

Eyeing the crowd on the dancefloor holding each other close as a slow sexy song filled the air, Deana decided it might be fun to dance with him, especially if he was going to hold her like that.

And she was right, the way he held her in his arms, pressing kisses along her neck, just felt so good, she was already hoping he’d stay the night again.

But by the time he took her home, she was beat.  Of course they’d had quite the weekend.  And though she begged him to stay, and even managed to get him in her bed, for one last round, once they were done, he got up, got dressed and kissed her goodbye. Although hating to leave her, he shook his head and told her, “I should go home.  We’ve got work in the morning, remember?”

Finally, knowing he was right, she nodded and watched him leave.

She missed him once he was gone, having enjoyed the feel of him beside her, even just to sleep.  But she smiled as she dozed off, knowing that at least she’d get to see him again at work.

The next afternoon, when she was summoned to her father’s office, the moment Deana walked in, her eyes flared in alarm when she saw Damien standing beside her father’s desk, looking like his ass was on the line. At least if the tortured look on his face was anything to go by.  And the way he and staring hard into her eyes, she could tell he was trying to warn her that something pretty heavy was going down.

Already she knew she had to think of something to say to explain what they’d been up to, and fast.  Though she couldn’t for the life of her imagine how her father had figured out that they’d been going at it hot and heavy every chance they got.  Luckily for them, this wasn’t the first time she’d had to concoct a web of lies to save her hide from the wrath of her overbearing father. 

But when she turned her head and noticed Nigel, her dead boring date from the company party, standing off to the side wearing a smug simpering smile on his pinched little face, she had a pretty good idea that whatever was going on, that the twit had something to do with it.

Once he’d cleared his throat, her father didn’t waste any time and got right to the point. “Good. Now that you’re here, Deana, maybe we can get to the bottom of this.” He nodded his head at Nigel and said, “It’s been brought to my attention that you and Damien, our head of security, seemed to have snuck off together at the company party. And if it’s true, I’d like to know what you were thinking, doing something that reckless, and fraternizing with the staff, which everyone knows is strictly forbidden in this company.”

When she heaved a sigh, looked down at the floor and quietly said, “Actually I was hoping you wouldn’t find out.” Damien’s eyes nearly popped right out of his head, shocked that she’d so casually throw him under the bus, especially with how they seemed to have connected over the course of the weekend.  His shoulders sagging, he imagined he could pretty much say goodbye to his job once she admitted to her father what they’d been doing together -- going at it pretty much non-stop, every chance they got.

But then she surprised him when she looked up and gazed innocently into her father’s eyes and straight up lied her ass off. “I’m Sorry, Daddy, but I really wasn’t having a very good time at the party, and I was feeling a little bored.” She turned an accusing stare at Nigel, when she said that. “And I guess to try to cheer myself up I imbibed in a little too much Champagne. I was outside on the terrace, hoping a little fresh air would help my mood, when I suddenly started to feel nauseous.  And when I realized what was happening, afraid to go back inside and embarrass myself in case I didn’t make it to the ladies room in time, I made my way down to the garden.  And I’d just made it to the gazebo and I couldn’t hold it anymore, and I was sick to my stomach in the bushes. Damien must have come outside and heard me, because when I looked up, he was at my side holding back my hair for me.”

Nigel snorted in disbelief, muttering, “Yeah, I’ll bet.”

When her father narrowed his eyes and glared him down, Deana asked him, “Why, are you admitting you were out spying on me, Nigel?  Is that what this is about, you enjoying telling tales you made up about me to my father?”

Defiantly jutting out his chin, he said, “No, of course not.  But since you disappeared, I was just hoping you were okay. And wondering where you’d gotten to, I thought I should go outside to see if I could find you. And that’s when I noticed the two of you looking pretty cozy, sneaking out of the gazebo together and back into the party.”

Furious, Deana narrowed her eyes on the conniving little weasel and carried on with the ruse.  “Well, I don’t know what you think you saw. But I remember that after I was sick, Damien was kind enough to help me into the gazebo, and insisted that I sit for a while on one of the lounge chairs, at least till my head stopped spinning, and I wasn’t feeling sick anymore. And he stayed with me till I felt steady enough to make my way back inside.” And with a shrug of her shoulders, she looked up at her father imploringly and said, “And that’s really all that happened, Daddy.”

Mulling it over, her father carefully cast his gaze from one to the other. “Well, if what Deana is saying is true, then I guess I should thank you for going above and beyond and looking out for my daughter, Damien. And it’s good to know we can count on you in a crisis.”  Then, looking disappointed, he shook his head at his daughter.  “But I’ve got to say I’m a little surprised at you, Deana. I’ve never known you to be so careless, or to ever drink that much.  And I think you should consider yourself lucky that Damien was there to look out for you.”

Giving Damien a little smile, she said, “I know. And it was nice of him to wait with me, too.”  Then she gave him a secretive little wink that she knew the others couldn’t see, since they both knew what he’d really done was tie her to the light fixture, go down on her pussy and then fuck her blue till he had her nearly screaming her head off, he’d made her come so hard.

Nigel just rolled his eyes at the ridiculous story she’d told, especially since they both knew she’d only had one glass of wine with her dinner, before she’d covered her glass and told their waiter she didn’t want anymore.

Glaring him down, daring him to disagree, Deana just hoped he’d let it go, and stop trying to make trouble for them.  And she wondered why he’d even bother to snitch to her father, since clearly she wasn’t interested in ever seeing him again.

When her father finally thanked them all for their time and then asked Damien if he’d mind staying back and having a word with him alone, Deana flinched, hoping he’d believed her story, and wasn’t going give Damien the third degree, or even worse, let him go.

Turning to get one last look at Damien patiently standing and waiting to hear whatever was going to happen to him next, all she could do was hope that her father would go easy on him, sure that Damien would fill her in on whatever happened later.

Once they were alone, her father said to the tall, handsome, well-built security guard, “I’d like to thank you again for being there for my daughter, even if she did bring it on herself.”

Straight faced, Damien said, “No problem, sir. I’m just glad I was there to help.”

Looking him over, standing stoically, in his immaculate fitted black uniform, Thomas Maxwell slowly began to nod his head. “You’re a good man, Damien. And I was thinking, now that you’ve proven your worth, perhaps you’d consider keeping an eye on my daughter for me. With the hours she keeps, she often leaves here on her own.  And her mother and I worry about her getting home safely. So, if you wouldn’t mind checking in on her now and then whenever she’s working late, and seeing she gets to her car safely at night, we’d both appreciate it.”

Talk about asking the fox to guard the henhouse, Damien had to fight to keep a straight face as he said, “Sure, no problem, sir. I’d be happy to.”

When Damien knocked on her door and wandered into Deana’s office later that night, after he was sure everyone else had gone for the day, he strode in flashing the sexy dimpled grin that always made her tingle.  And of course she smiled right back as he told her, “Wow, you really are an accomplished liar aren’t you? For a minute there, you almost had me convinced that we were only in that gazebo together because you were sick.  Though I knew damn well you were naked in there with me, looking too fucking sexy for words, hanging from that chandelier.”

Deana laughed, delighted to see that he was able to make light of them almost getting caught, relieved to know that everything must have gone okay with her father. Heaving a sigh, she explained, “Well, being an only child, my parents were so overprotective when I was growing up, that I had to lie to them all the time, just so I could get out and have some fun like the other kids. Otherwise they never would have let me out of the house if they knew what I was really up to.”

Suspiciously narrowing his eyes on her, he came around her desk.  Slipping his hands around her waist, he picked her up, took her seat and then tugged her into his lap, as he liked to do whenever he found her alone in her office.  After giving her a quick kiss on the lips, he tipped up her chin.  “So, tell me, what kind of things were you getting up to, that you didn’t want your parents to know about.”

Wrapping her arms around his neck, loving the feel of having him close, smiling into his devilishly sexy brown eyes, she laughed and told him, “Oh, you know, just typical kid stuff. My girlfriends and I would go to parties and make out with boys, who loved to kiss our faces off and grope us in somebody or other’s rec room in the dark. But it never went past heavy-petting, since I never even had sex till I was away at college.  We were so innocent back then we’d feel like we were living on the wild side if we had so much as a glass or two of sickly sweet cherry kirsch or peach snaps that we’d sneak from one of the parent’s bars.”

She shuddered remembering how gawd-awful the stuff was, especially when they’d had too much and made themselves sick, which was why she never drank too much anymore.  Then she shrugged.  “To be honest, I’ve never even tried pot, though nearly everyone I know has.  I was just never that rebellious, aside from craving enough freedom to fit in and not feel like a freak who wasn’t allowed to go out at night till I was finally away at college. And it took me till I was nearly twenty, away at school and living out of state, when my parents couldn’t monitor my every move, that I felt I was finally able to have a life of my own.”

Listening to her, Damien smoothed his hand down to her perfectly rounded backside and gave it a squeeze, strangely enough feeling for her.  Seeing as he’d had all the freedom in the world growing up, since both his parents had always had to work and he was on his own, with no one but his siblings to keep an eye on him.  

Smiling into her eyes, he told her, “So, get this.  Believe it or not, your father’s asked me to check in on you whenever you’re working late to be sure you’re safe.”

She gasped. “You’ve got to be kidding. He actually said that, that you should keep an eye on me?”

He chuckled. “Pretty hard to believe, huh? That he’s got me, looking in on you, when all I can think of is getting you naked and getting inside you again.” And as he said it, he traced his tongue around her ear, sending goosebumps trailing over her skin and nearly flooding her pussy.

“Hmmm,” she moaned, slowly closing her eyes. “I think if daddy even had a clue what you were really like whenever we’re together, he’d croak.”

Damien chuckled even as he began to unbutton her white silk blouse. Tracing his tongue over the swell of her breasts, and along the edge of her lacy white bra, he nodded. “You could be right. But all I know is that I need you out of these clothes now.”

Wiggling her ass against his erection she grinned. “I have a feeling we’re on the same page.  And I’d love to get you out of your uniform, so you could slide inside me and give me what I’ve been aching for since you left me in my bed all alone last night.”

When he slid his hand over her knee and up along her thigh, pushing her little beige skirt up as he went, licking her lips, Deana groaned at the delectable feel of him pushing aside her panties and slipping a finger into her slick little pussy.

“Fuck, are you ever wet,” he murmured, dropping his head to suckle her breast right through her bra, gently tugging at her nipple with his teeth, already getting her quivering.

Just the feel of him teasing her pussy and toying with her nipples had her mouth falling open, her whole body beginning to tingle, and her eyes drifting shut.  Overcome, Deana tossed back her head, and moaned.  Of course Damien took full advantage, licking his way up along her slender throat, till he was tugging her earlobe between his teeth, while giving her juicy little pussy a nice little finger fucking.

Raking her over with his eyes, he shook his head.  “Just look at you, Deana, so fucking sexy.  Now I’ve got to get inside you.”

Shifting around in his lap, Deana unbuckled his belt and tugged down his fly, moaning at the sight of his big thick cock straining hard against his boxers. Reaching in, licking her lips, she fisted him in her hand, and began stroking him up and down.

Getting up on her knees, straddling his thighs, she groaned as she pushed aside her panties and nudged the fat swollen tip of his cockhead inside her.  Dropping her ass down onto his thighs, impaling herself on his rock hard erection, she let out a desperate little groan, lashing her tongue across her lips at the incredible feel of him filling her up so achingly tight. “Oh, damn you feel good, even the slight sting of you filling me up and stretching me inside, feels like heaven.”

She sure as hell wouldn’t get an argument from him. Nothing ever felt as good as when he was buried inside her tight little body. But he wondered if it was enough -- to know that she was as hot for him as he was for her, whenever they were together like this.

Kneading her ass in his hands, Damien groaned against her lips as she took his mouth in a scorching hot kiss, nearly setting him ablaze as she pounded her body down on his cock, happily riding the shit out of him.

“Hang onto my shoulders,” he told her. And the moment he could feel her fingers digging in, clenching her ass hard, he began to lift her up and then drop her back down. Using the weight of her body to give her what she needed, a good hard fucking, that he could tell would hit her g-spot right where she needed it, with the angle he was hitting her inside.  He moaned right along with her as she rode his cock till both of them were gasping and ready to explode.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come so hard,” he warned her, as she mindlessly whimpered as he took her deep and viciously hard, packing her tight little pussy to the max with every long, thick inch he had.

“Oh, god, Damien, I’m close, so close.” Wrapping her arms around his head, burying his face in the bounty of her delectable breasts, Deana let out a squeal at the shocking sensation of him tugging a nipple hard between his teeth, sending the most amazing shock wave straight to her tingling pussy. Sure she was going to come harder than she’d ever known she could, she nearly cut off his air, with the way she wrapped herself around him, burying his face deep in her tits. 

Suddenly she gasped, squeezing his head in a death grip, her heart pounding, shivering and shaking as a wave of indescribable pleasure raced through her veins, nearly sending her poor pussy into convulsions, he had her coming so wickedly hard. “Oh, yesss,” she hissed, licking her lips as he circled her clit with his thumb, even as he kept right on using her body to pound down on his cock, giving her the fuck of her life.

The erotic feel of her clamping around him, tight and hard, as wave after wave of the most indescribably intense sensation she’d ever felt rode through her, sent him reeling over the edge right after her. His cock pulsed hard and deep, over and over again, filling her to overflowing with everything he had, till he could feel the heat of his seed trickling down his balls.  Overcome with emotion, Damien roughly grabbed her by the hair and, smashing his mouth against hers as he came nearly hard enough to black out, he thrust his tongue between her lips and made love to her mouth.

Rolling his eyes, as she feasted on his mouth, damn, the way the woman could rock him was surreal.  And yet he knew, as hot as it was, what they had together, was so much more than just sex.  Never in his life had he felt so connected on so many levels to any other woman he’d ever known. 

And now, smiling into her heavy-lidded gaze, his heart full to bursting, she just look so blissed out, that he tipped her chin up and whispered, “Hey, gorgeous, you feeling what I’m feeling?”

She grinned and said, “You mean over the moon?  God, I don’t know how it just keeps getting hotter with you every time.  But I know one thing.” Sensually running her tongue along his lower lip, she whispered, “I know I’ll never be able to get enough of you – not ever.”

At least they could agree on that.  Because he knew he’d never be able to get enough of her, no matter how long he lived.

Now, if only he could just figure out a way to make her his, and actually be able to keep her, his life would be set.  But that was one hell of a tall order that he wasn’t sure he could fulfill.  But considering the stakes, he was sure as hell willing to try…

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