Page 8 of Taeja

Smirking, he laced a finger beneath her chin. “Don’t tell me you’re shy now?”

“Never,” Taeja disagreed, but he heard a trace of it in her tone.

Smirking, he released her chin and drove off. “Can you swim?”

Taeja shrugged. “Kinda… I know how to not drown.”

Chuckling, Damon placed a hand on her thigh and caressed her soft skin with his thumb. Taeja pressed her thighs together and looked through the window,making Damon smirk.

Briefly, he glanced at Zain in the rearview mirror and saw his brother looking through the window, too. He gave Zain a disapproving glare before returning his focus to the road.

After a few minutes of small talk, they arrived at his house. He was surprised that Taeja wasn’t impressed by the fancy interior. Women he brought here were usually in awe of everything. No wonder he couldn’t find a few expensive items.

But Taeja was different. It was in the way she walked. How she talked. And of course, that luxurious gated community where she resided.

Zain leaned on the wall in the foyer, his eyes boring into the side of Taeja’s head. Damon dragged his eyes away from his brother and to Taeja, who was trying her best not to look over at Zain.

Damon cleared his throat, hoping to relieve some of the awkward and sexual tension that suffocated them the entire journey. “Do you want anything to drink, baby?”

She nibbled on her lip and lowered her head, biting back a smile while he freely wore his. “No, thanks.”

“Okay…” he said. “Do you want to hang by the pool?” he asked, surprising himself because chilling was no longer his intention. On the ride over, his thoughts became invaded with only one thing: stripping her before they could reach a room, bending her over the nearest surface, and fucking her little pussy until she forgot her name.

Yet here he was. Wanting her to feel like she was more than just sex to him and his brother.

No. Shewasmore than just sex. He’d never gone down on a stranger before, yet last night he had a feast. Something about Taeja was special. He just couldn’t place a finger on what it wasquiteyet.

Taeja lifted her head. A smile stretched on her face, softening her face even more. “Yes, I’d love to.”

Damon was about to show her to a room when Taeja’s next moves shocked him. Not moving from where she stood, Taeja shrugged the large cross-shoulder bag off her shoulder. It hit the wooden floor with a gentle thump while her fingerslooped underneath the hem of her blouse.

His breath caught in his throat as he watched her slowly remove the top until she was left in nothing more than a pink lingerie top. Her breasts perfectly filled out the silky material, beckoning Damon to capture them in his mouth again. His eyes trailed down her toned abdomen until he settled on the lavender, heart-shaped crystal of her belly ring.

Taeja was sexy without much effort. It left him in disarray.

His dick throbbed against the confines of his boxers as he stared at her. “Don’t stop there,” he said, his voice deepening from arousal. “Continue.”

Taeja shook her head with a playful smirk before she looked at Zain and folded her arms, making her breasts pop up more. Taeja’s smirk widened when she saw Zain focus on her breasts before meeting her eyes again. “I want you to strip for me,” she said.

Damon opened his mouth to say something. His brother didn’t like being ordered around by anyone. Especially a woman who he wanted as a fuck toy.

But much to his surprise, Zain tugged his shirt over his head.

While Zain’s dog tag fell back into place, Damon keenly watched as Taeja’s eyes raked over the scars on Zain’s chest and abdomen until her eyes settled on his face. Zain’s locs had moved out of his face when he took off his shirt, so Taeja could finally get a better view of him.

Damon knew his brother was testing to see if Taeja would run away after seeing how flawed he was, but Taeja stood unmoving. She seemed more enthralled by the aloof man.

Taeja smiled at Zain, practically brightening the room. Then, she looked at Damon and held out a hand to him while grabbing her bag with the next. “I’m ready for the pool now.”

Nodding, Damon held her hand and led her outside. He liked how soft and small her hand was. It was a nice fit in his. Looking over his shoulder to ensure his brother was following, Damon saw Zain trailing not too far behind, with his eyes glued to Taeja’s round ass.

When they arrived at the pool, Zain moved to the nearby bar while Taeja rested her bag on the lounge chair and undid the button of her shorts. Damon pausedremoving his shirt to watch her. He didn’t want to miss the show.

Like the minx she was, Taeja left it like that, only revealing a peek of her matching underwear. She winked at them before she ran and cannonballed into the pool. Damon’s heart banged against his chest, and he took a step forward, ready to dive in after her.

Taeja’s head broke the water. Wiping hair out of her face, she laughed at their worried expressions — a cheery laugh that could only rival the voice of an angel. “I told you I know how not to drown.”

“Let me know if you want a floaty,” Damon said, taking off his shirt and keeping his shorts.

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