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“That’s right, little wolf, keeping saying my name.” I whimper, and my body starts to tremble.

“Damien!” I yell out. “Damien. Damien…”

“Come on, baby girl, pour into me. I'm starving for you.” His large tongue thrusts into my pussy and curls against my walls, making me shatter and come on his tongue, screaming. The irresistible movements not letting up for a second as he keeps the waves of pleasure rolling again and again, barely minimizing before a second build begins. “One more, little wolf. Give me one more.”

God what does this man do to me?

It’s not but a few seconds before I'm coming again. Tensing and releasing so strongly that it almost hurts. Emptying myself more than I ever thought possible. His movements finally slow, and my body begins to relax. My muscles are loosening up and the pleasure is subsiding in the most eloquent way. Like wading on top of a calm sea. He finally retreats and drags his tongue up my spent body until he presses his soaked lips to mine again.

“See how fucking good you taste?” I lick my bottom lip in submissive bliss. “How am I ever supposed to resist you?” Him? Resist me? And here I thought I was having issues combatting him.

He kisses my jaw, leaving my mess on the skin as he snakes his arms around me. Grabbing my ass and hauling me up in the perfect position to wrap my legs around his hips. His large, hard erection grazing my pussy through his briefs.

“You want me to take care of that?” I say and jerk my head down, gesturing to it, all while I’m still heavy with breath. That mischievous devil’s grin grows on his face just before rolling his head back. Then he bites his lip with those dangerous jaws, and he straightens his neck to stare at me like a predator. His animalistic growl vibrates through the air.

“Such a good fucking girl.”

Chapter twenty-four

Ashia

‘Fall’- Palisades

Three Days Later

I cannot get him out of my mind. Even while cutting Charlie’s hair, our conversations today revolve around Damien. He came in and started talking about Lucille, but that quickly evolved into him asking me if I've been seeing someone. Apparently, I ‘look happier’ today, and he wanted to know if it wasfinallybecause of a man. So, because it’s Charlie, I told him a little about Damien, and told him he was the guy in the waiting room when he made me sing. That, of course, led to Charlie asking for a ‘thank you’ because obviously hearing me sing made him fall in love with me.

Such a corny bastard.

I didn’t tell him about everything, obviously, but he asked me what I like about him and what changed my mind. Clearly, I didn't mention the fact that he stalks me, but I was surprised to tell him what I like about him. There’s actually a lot that I like about him. He's very considerate, and surprisingly patient. He knows what he wants and goes after it. Which I admire to an extent. Everything he does, he does it with passion. He feels everything intensely, and that contradicts with my unwillingness to feel anything.

After singing for Charlie, he and Jamie start to leave when he turns back to me and grabs my hand.

“When you fall in love my dear, promise me that you'll fall as hard as you can.” I scrunch my eye brows at him in confusion. “Life is too short when it comes to love, take it from me. All of the quirks and habits, and other things you don’t like about yourself, you let him love them. Do not adjust yourself for anyone.” My chest warms at his words.

A part of me thinks I don’t appreciate Charlie enough. He’s been my client for years, and he’s been with me through some of the worst times of my life. His support and friendship are some of the only things that got me through what should have killed me. He also had a rough life, and as much as I know he loved his wife, their relationship was still rocky at best. Charlie has admitted to making a lot of mistakes, and when we’re able to talk alone and be serious, he expresses how much he regrets his past actions. So, when he says this, I know he’s speaking with truth. I smile gratefully as I put my other hand on top of his.

“If he’s the one, then don’t you waste a second of it. Give in and let him love you. You deserve feeling that love every moment possible. Don’t be old and regretful like me.” I nod my head at him and hug him. Not wanting to tell him that I’m not sure I would call it love. Damien swears he doesn’t even believe in it. Yet, everything he does is the epitome of it.

“I don’t think it’s to that point yet Charlie, but I’ll definitely take your advice.” Pulling back, I can’t help but squeeze his shoulders a little. Wanting him to know that even though he’s made a lot of mistakes, that I’ll always be in his corner.

I walk behind them as they leave to lock the shop door for the day, when I see a motorcycle pull up and park in front of us. The bike is astonishing. It has the look of a timeless, traditional Harley, with almost a vintage feel, though it’s obviously a newer model. Curvy and smooth. All black with chrome trim. Clean and polished, with a plush and sturdy pillion seat, encased in black leather. It’s large, and extremely intimidating. Something a modern warrior would ride. I’d be more afraid of the beast of a vehicle if I didn’t recognize the tall, tattooed, muscled man getting off of it. If I thought this man turned me on before, the sight of him on that bike only proved how mediocre my thoughts were. I can already feel the wetness spread between my legs.

“Right on time, big fella!” Charlie yells at him. How did he know that was Damien? He barely got a good look at him the evening I met him, and there’s no way he just assumed this man on the bike was mine. Charlie holds a thumbs up to him as he continues to waddle his way to the car, and I can’t help but giggle and roll my eyes.

“How’s it going Charlie?” Damien asks him, his voice muffled by his helmet. “Another hot date?”

“You got it young man!” He yells back as he carefully gets into Jamie’s car. I look over to him just as he takes off his helmet and flicks his hair around using the force from his neck.

God, I love his hair. It’s so flowy, and straight. Very soft, and the dark color conflicts with his bright eyes so nicely. He then takes off his leather jacket, showcasing the hard, muscled torso under his soft shirt. I don’t normally see him while there’s still daylight out, and I’m certainly not complaining. His eyes look brighter, and his smooth skin is a warmer shade. Calling out to me as he stands there, looking like a king.

How can his face look so sharp, but so smooth at the same time? His face is strong, and his jawline almost steals my breath every time I imagine kissing under it. Why does his t-shirt have to be so tight? I mean, it’s not too tight, it’s just too tight for my body to be able to resist him. He always wears the softest material, yet it clings to his hardened muscles like leather. At random times throughout the day, I’ll catch myself imagining running my hands up, down, and over his torso.

“I’ll help you clean up, then we’re going out.” His command pulls me from my inner gawking. He puts his jacket on top of his bike, along with his helmet.

“Are you asking me on a date?” I playfully, yet hatefully, ask him.

“No, I’m just taking you on one. It wasn’t a question, little wolf.” I suck my lips between my teeth to try and control the grin sprouting on my face, but as I look back over to him. He tilts his head and grins at me first.

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