He released her from his hold. Bethany looked over at him as the flight attendant approached.

"Something to drink for the two of you?" The thin blonde smiled down at Damon, her hand pressed to his seat in front of him. The smile on the older woman's face was anything but professional. Beth sat up, her eyebrow lifting.

"I'll have a Jack and Coke." He glanced to Bethany. "Baby, what do you want? Get something strong. I want you pliable for later."

It took a moment for Beth to find her words. The flight attendant moved her hand from on top of the seat, Damon's words showing quickly that he was a taken man.

"Bloody Mary, please."

The woman nodded, her sensual smile falling as she walked away. Damon turned, his eyes rolling over Bethany. "Nothing happened with Philip?"

"Nothing. He wants a relationship. I told him no. He knows I have feelings for you."

"What are those feelings, Beth?" Damon ran his palm over his crotch before adjusting himself.

"I'll let you know when I figure that out myself." She leaned back and crossed her legs. Another pair of panties would be hitting the trash thanks to the sexy man beside her. He reached over and stretched his hand across her thigh, moving up to the middle of her leg and resting there.

"You have desires. I have demands." He leaned back and closed his eyes. Bethany turned to watch him, memorizing the perfect curve of his cheekbones and jawline, the thickness of his mouth.

"I have demands too," she whispered and slid her arm into his before reclining her chair a little.

"Oh yeah?" His voice was airy, as if he were drifting to sleep. "Tell them to me."

"You're going to fuck me tonight like I deserve to be fucked. No more games with you."

He glanced over at her, an eyebrow lifting. "We fuck when I say we fuck."

She chuckled and shrugged. "Perfect. Tonight I'll simply force you to say it's time."

"How so?"

"Wouldn't you love to know, pussycat?"

Damon shifted the conversation to more of a business overview after their drinks arrived. Beth was grateful for the change. The pulse ticking along the side of her throat was a dead giveaway to the torrent of desire pumping through her. She had imagined Damon taking her in every possible way ten times each since their flirting session ended.

The plane landed an hour later, Bethany sleepy from fitful dreams the night before. Life had shifted in so many ways, and yet normality was on its way to some degree. She would be on campus later that week, and maybe the change of atmosphere would give way to relief. Her insides were twisted over how to move forward with Damon, what to do to earn his trust.

He stood and moved back, offering her the space in front of him. She moved out and walked toward their gate. Damon moved in beside her, reaching over and taking her hand into his. Her eyes diverted to their locked fingers and then to his face. A mask of indifference sat on him, his concentration seemingly on their next steps.

"I got us a room together. If you want your own, I can change that, but I planned on working hard in the office and harder in the bedroom. I want you to be a fucking wet mess. I want to see you come unglued because of how much you need what I can give you, Beth." He glanced over as they moved through the sea of people. The topic of conversation was shocking and yet not. He was so beyond ballsy, the man leaving her breathless at a rate that hurt.

"One room is good," she whispered, reaching up to push her hair behind her ear. They stopped by the baggage claim, and Damon moved up, pulling off their two bags. She reached for hers as he interceded.

"I have this. Come on."

She walked beside him, her knees weak, stomach tight at the promise of what he was capable of. One touch might send her over the edge. She groaned softly as they moved out to the row of limousines, her eyes moving along the thick muscles of his back that bunched beneath his shirt. She stopped behind him as he spoke to the driver, her hands sliding along his waist as she pressed her breasts to his back and kissed the skin just above his collar. He growled softly, pulling her arms off of him and moving to the car.

"We're going to the Omni Hotel downtown. How long is the drive?"

"About thirty minutes, sir." The driver looked between Damon and Bethany, a smile tugging at his mouth.

"Good. Roll the window between us up. I need time with my girl."

He nodded, getting in the car as Damon opened the back door to the large vehicle. "Get in. Now."

Bethany walked past him languidly, as if his demands weren't anything to be concerned with. She played a pretty good game, but if he had any clue about how much she needed him, he might run hard and fast. Bordering obsession was the concern; demanding carnality was the plan. He popped her butt as she climbed in, her body jolting at his hard touch.

Sitting down in her seat, she turned to watch him as the driver rolled up the privacy window. Damon's eyes held as much need as she felt sliding through her, burning her from the inside out. He slid to his knees in front of her, his hands palming her thighs as he pushed her dress up with his fingers. He stopped just before reaching her panties, his eyes moving from her thighs to her gaze. She felt frantic, her heart surely working to beat from her chest.

"Do you have any idea how much you turn me on? My body aches for release inside of you, Beth. I don't remember feeling so much in my long life." He leaned down and brushed his cheek along the inside of her thigh, a long kiss pressed to her soft flesh. "Fuck, I need you ..."

She ran her fingers through his hair, her heart bursting at the sight of him before her again. Willing to give pleasure to her and deny his own again. He spoke a big game, but the man who stole her heart wasn't at all the jerk who would deny her love. She pulled up on his hair, his head jerking back from the front of her panties as he moved to press his mouth against the wet cotton.

"No ... my turn." She pushed at him, crawling onto the large floor and nodding toward the seat with a smile on her lips. "Sit down, and let me love you."

"Yeah. I'd like that a lot." He moved to the seat, sitting back and letting his hands drop beside him. Ropes of muscles contracted as she slid her hands along his thighs, his legs not too large but strong and sexy as hell. She leaned over and pressed her lips to the softness at the base of his erection, his clothes still very much in the way. Opening her mouth, she pulled in firmly, his groan telling her what she needed to know.

He worked to get his pants undone, pushing at her a little to move her back. "Come here, baby. Take what you can."

"I want it all," she whispered, her mouth watering at the sight of him. His slacks lay flayed open, his large erection bobbing softly as he watched her closely.

"I want you to have it all. As much as you want, Beth. It's all yours." He stroked it once, holding it up as if offering it to her.

Bethany reached out and slid her hand down the length of him, her fingers barely touching around his girth. She panted softly, air seeming to flee from her lungs. Nothing in her time of being with men had been more appealing, more desirable. She glanced from his offering up to his eyes. Hooded and filled with lust, he stared down at her as he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth.

She stroked him once again before moving to hover over the top of him. Her lips pressed a soft kiss to the thick meaty top of him before opening her mouth and taking him into her wetness. He groaned, the fingers of one of his hands sliding into her hair and holding tight. She moaned against him, the soft bucking of his hips driving her mad. He wasn't willing to let control go, and for now, she was good with that.

She worked to cover him in wetness, licking and sucking in various rhythms over and over again. Her hands played games with the most sensitive parts of him as she waged war against his lust. His fingers gripped the seat behind him, his hips arching hard as she choked on him. She pulled back, her eyes watering at the action. Damon reached down and slid his hands along her face, pressing his lips to hers and licking at the wetness around her mouth.

"Enough," he whispered as she moved back.

"No. I want to drink you dry."

"Fuck, Beth." He stroked himself once, his breathing labored. "I'm so close. Let's just wait."

"No." She leaned forward, pushing his hand away and taking charge of him. He groaned loudly as she began to work him. Her eyes diverted to the ecstasy on his face. Beautiful. Intriguing. A god in his own right. His eyes opened as he looked down at her, his features softening a little. He touched her cheek softly, love filling his gaze.

"Move back, baby. I'm going to come. Let me finish it." He groaned as she took more of him into her mouth, her hands working to touch every part of him that her mouth didn't. She moaned against him, her body throbbing as she picked up the pace.

"Beth, please. Move back, baby. I can't hold it much longer." His head dropped back as his hips bucked. Beth sucked harder, taking everything he gave and wanting more. He thrust a few more times before collapsing on the seat. Beth released him, licking softly along the length of him as he shivered.

"Fuck ... " His eyes opened, his fingers coming to stroke the side of her face softly. "Don't make me fall in love with you, Beth. I'm damaged goods."

"Hush," she whispered and moved back to sit beside him. He worked to get his pants together as the driver stopped the car and opened the door.

"Everything go okay?" The older man smiled and held the door open. Beth got out and reached for him, her knees almost giving out under her. The gentleman chuckled. "You okay, young one?"

"Yes, just feeling a little woozy." Beth smiled, her fingers gripping the man's arm.

"Love will do that to you."

"Damn right, it will," Damon choked out, reaching for the edge of the door and pulling himself out. He reached for Beth. "Come on ... We're not done."