~~Damon~~
I plant my feet just outside the bedroom door. And then I tilt my head back, closing my eyes, focusing on my breathing—anything to stop thinking about the blonde-haired temptress I just left behind.
Claire with her soft lips. Claire with her wicked mouth. Claire with her smug little smirk, all pleased with herself for driving me to the edge.
And Christ, the way she said, “I’m only staring at what’s mine.”
Possessive. Daring. I liked it.
I groan, tilting my head forward, glancing down at the problem still pressing against my zipper. Fücking hell. I need a minute. Maybe several.
I breathe in, hold it, breathe out.
Focus on something else.
Taxes.
World hunger.
Shantelle’s annoying habit of tapping her nails against surfaces when she’s thinking.
Claire naked.
Nope. Not he
