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slipping under her panties and dipping into the mess he had made as she groaned softly.
     

Chapter 3
     

    He released her from his hold. Bethany looked over at him as the flight attendant approached.
    “Something to drink for the two of you?” The thin blond smiled down at Damon, her hand pressed to his seat above him. The smile on the older woman’s face was anything less than professional. Beth sat up, her eyebrow lifting.
    “I’ll have a Jack and Coke.” He glanced to Bethany. “Baby, what do you want? Get something strong. I want you pliable for later.”
    It took a moment for Beth to find her words. The flight attendant moved her hand from on top of the seat, Damon’s words showing quickly that he was a taken man.
    “Bloody Mary, please.”
    The woman nodded, her sensual smile falling as she walked away. Damon turned, his eyes rolling over Bethany. “Nothing happened with Philip?”
    “Nothing. He wants a relationship. I told him no. He knows I have feelings for you.”
    “What are those feelings, Beth?” Damon ran his palm over his crotch before adjusting himself.
    “I’ll let you know when I figure that out myself.” She leaned back and crossed her legs. Another pair of panties would be hitting the trash thanks to the sexy man beside her. He reached over and stretched his hand across her thigh, moving up to the middle of her leg and resting there.
    “You have desires. I have demands.” He leaned back and closed his eyes. Bethany turned to watch him, memorizing the perfect curve of his cheekbones and jawline, the thickness of his mouth.
    “I have demands too,” she whispered and slid her arm into his before reclining her chair a little.
    “Oh yeah?” His voice was airy, as if he were drifting to sleep. “Tell them to me.”
    “You’re going to fuck me tonight like I deserve to be fucked. No more games with you.”
    He glanced over at her, his eyebrow lifting. “We fuck when I say we fuck.”
    She chuckled and shrugged. “Perfect. Tonight I’ll simply force you to say it’s time.”
    “How so?”
    “Wouldn’t you love to know, pussycat?”
     
    Damon shifted the conversation to more of a business overview after their drinks arrived. Beth was grateful for the change. The pulse ticking along the side of her throat was a dead giveaway to the torrent of desire pumping through her. She had imagined Damon taking her in every possible way ten times each since their flirting session ended.
    The plane landed an hour later, Bethany sleepy from fitful dreams the night before. Life had shifted in so many ways and yet normalcy was on its way to some degree. She would be on campus later that week and maybe the change of atmosphere would give way to relief. Her insides were twisted over how to move forward with Damon, what to do to earn his trust.
    He stood and moved back, offering her the space in front of him. She moved out and walked toward the opening of their gate. Damon moved in beside her, reaching over and taking her hand into his. Her eyes diverted to their locked fingers and then to his face. A mask of indifference sat on him, his concentration seemingly on their next steps.
    “I got us a room together. If you want your own I can change that, but I planned on working hard in the office and harder in the bedroom. I want you to be a fucking wet mess. I want to see you come unglued because of how much you need what I can give you, Beth.” He glanced over as they moved through the sea of people. The topic of conversation was shocking and yet not. He was so beyond ballsy, the man leaving her breathless at a rate that hurt.
    “One room is good,” she whispered, reaching up to push her hair behind her ear. They stopped by the baggage claim and Damon moved up, pulling off their two bags. She reached for hers as he interceded.
    “I have this. Come on.”
    She walked beside him, her knees weak, stomach tight at the promise of what he was capable of. One touch might send her over the edge. She