Page 28 of Seduce

“Care to elaborate?” He wondered what her family was involved with? Politics? Lobbyist? Something else? There were a hundred choices.

“Not tonight.”

Damon let it go. He’d get the full story out of her another night. “I’ll give you some time, but I need the full story.”

“What about yours?”

“What do you mean?”

“You said you got into kink in college, but never told me how you came to be a partner in Wicked Sanctuary.”

“I didn’t.” He glanced at his watch. “How about we save that for another night. It’s almost ten, and I believe you have to work tomorrow?”

“And how do you know that?” Her eyes narrowed.

Damon signaled the waiter for the check. “I asked a little birdie.” Once he’d paid for their meal, he escorted Tessa to his car. The ride was silent, and he wondered what Tessa was thinking. When they arrived, she waited for him to open her door and didn’t say anything when he escorted her up to her apartment. She even handed him her keys.

“Thank you,” he said.

“I don’t want to argue with you.”

“I appreciate that.” He opened the door and slipped inside, checking the rooms quickly. “All clear.”

“Why do you check my apartment?” She dropped her keys and purse on the table by the front door.

“Safety.”

“Really?” She tilted her head. “I think it’s a control issue.”

His lips tilted up. “I want to make sure you’re safe.” Damon lifted his hand and trailed his fingers over her cheek before curving his hand behind her neck. “I want to kiss you.”

“I want that too.” She lifted her face to his.

He captured her lips.

A sigh left her mouth, and his tongue delved in. He tasted the barest hint of coffee. His dick pulsed.

Tessa’s arms encircled his neck as his free hand curved around her waist and pulled her to him, her body soft against his hardness. He wanted more. More than a kiss.

She shifted, and her pert nipples pressed against his chest. Damon barely restrained the need inside him to do more than kiss her. It wasn’t time yet.

He lifted his head. Her eyes were dreamy, and her lips red from his kiss. “I want to tumble you into bed,” he whispered.

Tessa didn’t reply, but she didn’t move away from him either. She was going to be the death of him. Mustering up every ounce of control he had, Damon released her neck and took a step back.

“No,” she whispered.

“Yes, sweetheart.” He took a deep breath, then took another step back. “It’s too soon, no matter what my body wants.”

“Mine wants it too.” Her hands fluttered to his chest.

“Another night.” He captured her wrists and pulled her hands away from his heated body. “Are you free on Sunday?”

“I have an early meeting Monday so I can’t be out late.”

“How about lunch? I’ll pick you up at noon.”

“I can do that.” Her eyes were clear and focused.

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