Page 77 of Heart Taker

Damien: Me? I didn’t do anything.

Silas: You made it very difficult for me to leave tonight.

Damien: You made it difficult for me to let go.

My phone buzzed again, but this time it wasn’t a text, but a picture. Damien was clearly sitting on the deck again, but all I could see were his long legs. The focus of the image was the lake, or, rather, the shimmering reflection of the moon on the water.

Silas: Gorgeous. And no, I’m not talking about the lake.

My cock chubbed up thinking about Damien wrapping those stunning legs of his around my waist. Soon. Very, very soon.

Despite his warning, I reached for the tube of lube I kept stashed under my pillow and began to stroke myself off.

Damien: Saturday feels like a long time away. I’m not going to wake up tomorrow and find out this was all a fevered dream, am I?

I snapped a pic of my hand wrapped around my dick and typed out a reply.

Silas: Not a dream, baby.

Damien: Stop.

Silas: What???

Damien: I’m ordering you not to come. You’re going to save that for me. For Saturday.

Silas: Fuck, Damien.

Damien: Yes, soon. Stop touching yourself.

I did as I was told and removed my hand from my dick, rolling over onto my stomach. Shoving my face into the pillow, I let out a groan of frustration.

Silas: You being all bossy is such a fucking turn on. I stopped. Satisfied?

Damien: Not hardly. But think of how good it will be when we finally get our hands on each other again.

Silas: Four days feels like forever.

Damien: Go to sleep. I’ll see you at eight.

Silas: I’ll be there at seven.

When my alarm buzzed at six-thirty, I all but bolted out of bed. I didn’t fall asleep until well past midnight, but who needed eight hours? I was so hyped from being horny andnotrubbing one out that I could probably skate for two days straight. And who knew that Damien Banning was such a freaking tease? I had all kinds of dirty plans to get back at him on the weekend. Oh yeah, I was going to edge him until he lost his goddamn mind.

He thought he could play this game, but he’d met his match.

I shoveled in my breakfast—overnight oats with protein powder and blueberries, drank one cup of coffee and put another in a to-go cup.

When I was ready to leave, Jo stalked into the kitchen. He looked more rested today.

“Hey, you’re looking better.”

“I’m feeling okay,” he muttered. “You, on the other hand, look like you hardly slept.”

“Yeah, late night.” I coughed into my fist. “Are you working today?”

“Noon to six. River’s picking me up at eleven. Also, I’ve got a follow-up with my doctor on Thursday to talk about my medication.”

“What time?”

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