~Damon~
I lit the cigar slowly, letting the flame linger just long enough to burn the edge, then pulled in a deep drag as I leaned back against the counter.
The penthouse was dark, save for the gold halo of city lights pouring in from the windows, painting long shadows across the marble floor.
I hadn’t even bothered to turn on the lights. Didn’t need to. I was too wound up. Too hard. Too goddamn restless to care about anything except the fact that she hadn’t arrived yet.
I’d been pacing since I sent her the location.
Every clock tick pissed me off. Every breath I took that didn’t smell like her skin made my fists clench tighter. My c**k was already hard, straining against the front of my slacks, pulsing with a hunger that had been building for days.
I hadn’t f****d anyone. Hadn’t
