Bethany woke to an empty room Monday morning. Damon's suitcase still sat by the door, nothing in the room having been touched or moved. She sat up and reached for her phone. The message from him was at two in the morning. Just a note that they wouldn't be back until breakfast. Worry tugged at her. What if it wasn't about business? What if he had someone here and went to stay with her?

She growled at herself and climbed out of bed before stripping and heading to the shower. He would be who he was, and until they locked down their relationship, she didn't have much say over any of that. She stepped into the steamy hot water. The mesmerizing pressure of the liquid caused her to groan in relief. Sleep had been welcome after the long night before of worrying all night.

The bathroom door opened and closed. Bethany stuck her head out, her hair partially wet, eyes wide. Damon looked over at her, pulling his shirt off.

"Sorry about last night. Such a fucking mess. I don't know what happened with the office manager, but he dicked up everything for this audit today."

He wasn't himself at all, nor did he look healthy. Dark circles sat under his eyes, his skin peaked. She moved back and opened the shower, hiding behind the curtain.

"I wish you would have come and picked me up. I could have helped. Come in here with me."

"I should have. You're right. I just got into trying to fix it, and before I knew it, the sun was coming up." He dropped his slacks and boxers before sliding into the small space with her. She released the curtain and turned to face him. Damon reached for her, closing the small step that stood between them. His hands slid around her waist, the water making his fingers glide with ease.

Bethany lifted on her toes and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down for a long, soft kiss. He leaned into her, the heaviness of exhaustion almost palpable. She turned them slowly in the water until his back was to the spray. His groan broke the kiss. She moved from him, her eyes taking all of him in as water dripped down his chiseled chest and firm abs.

She reached for the soap, rubbing it between her hands before moving back to stand in front of him. Reaching up, Bethany pressed deep circles into his pecs and down his stomach. Her fingernails scratched lightly along the dark hair above his sex, his body coming to life within moments of her touching him.

"God, that feels good. I don't know if I've ever let anyone wash me," he mumbled, his head tilting back as water ran over his hair and the top of his face.

"Turn and let me get your back." She moved back, picking up the soap again as desire slammed into her. His back was well defined, his butt the sexiest thing she had ever seen. She reached for it first, rolling her soapy hands over the curves of it as he flexed. His hands slid up the shower wall, body sagging forward slightly. Bethany pressed both of her hands into the muscles of his back and worked to pull the tension from them. Soft sounds of appreciation slipped from him as he pressed his forehead to the shower wall.

Bethany finished washing his beautiful body and slid her arms around his torso, pressing herself to the back of him. He reached back and rubbed his fingers along the curve of her hip.

"I have to get back up there. Dad left at three or so. I know he's going to need me." Damon yawned loudly, his body shivering at the effort. He turned, wrapping his arms around her and sliding his hands down her back. He leaned into her, his mouth finding her neck. He buried his face against her throat, his erection thick and hard as it pressed against her stomach.

"I'll go. I'm smarter than both of you put together. I'll help this morning while you get a nap. Come after you've rested."

"I want to come now." He smiled against the side of her neck, his breath hot against her ear.

"You're tired. We'll enjoy each other tonight after the audit is underway and you've slept."

He nipped at her ear, his hands sliding down to the bottom of her ass. He pulled her in tightly, her body molded to his. "Does it feel like I'm going to be able to sleep?"

Bethany laughed and pulled from his grasp. Holding his hips, she turned them again, the hot water splashing over her chilled skin. A smile crept up her face, Damon's eyes growing wide as she turned to face the wall. She slid her hands up the cold tiles, her back arching, her body on display for the good-looking man behind her.

"All I've wanted ..." He slid his hands over her hips, up her ribs to hold onto her breasts. His body pressed into hers, a loud groan leaving her lips as she exhaled in what seemed to be relief. His motions were rhythmic and slow, his body almost too much for her to handle. She pressed back against him as he leaned over her, his teeth and tongue dragging across her back and shoulder.

She moaned and rocked forward, giving him more traction to enjoy himself.

"Oh fuck, Beth. I need you, baby." His hands moved to her hips, the deep thrusting picking up the pace after they had enjoyed the slow sensual pattern for a while. The sound of panting caused her hormones to jolt again, her breath coming out in short spurts.

"It's been too long," he whispered as she moaned loudly, her body exploding into a fiery bliss as he worked her from behind. "Take it, baby. Take whatever you need from me."

She moaned louder, his body pressing against the center of her and pulling her apart as if nothing more than a string held her together. She jerked her hips as his fingers tightened on her. He jerked her up, pressing his hand to her stomach and lifting her leg with the other hand. Driving into her over and over as his face slipped into the side of her hair, his teeth digging into the soft flesh of her neck.

The sound of him losing himself, the feel of the wicked devil behind her melting inside of her left her spinning, the room suddenly too hot. The sex too good. The soft sound of his body connecting with hers filled the air as his grip tightened.

He tensed, his hips losing rhythm as he moaned deep in his chest and let himself go. Bethany reached back and held onto his thigh, forcing herself to take the lead on their movements as he was lost in ecstasy. She jerked her hips over and over until he locked his hands on her thighs, his voice nothing more than a whisper.

"Fuck ... stop, baby. Killing me ..." He moved back, his footing unstable. Bethany turned toward him, moving in to wrap her arms around his chest. He pressed his back to the shower wall before looking down at her.

She reached up and touched the side of his face, a smile on her lips. "You're so perfect, Damon. So fucking hot."

He leaned down and kissed her softly. The smirk on his face made her chuckle. He was so beyond sensual, and he knew it. It was almost nice to see him too exhausted to tout his own greatness. She reached for a towel, handing it to him and making sure he was steady before getting her own.

She stepped out of the shower as he turned the water off. She would need to go into the office, but first, she wanted to get him in bed. He didn't seem like the kind to succumb to exhaustion, but with the right amount of pressure and lack of sleep, anyone would be weary of his situation. She helped towel dry him as he brushed his fingers down her hair and rubbed her arm.

"Come on. Let's get you in bed."

"More already, Beth? I knew I had met my match. You’re on top this time. I want to watch you fuck me." His words were slightly slurred, his eyes a little glossy.

She laughed and wrapped the towel around herself before wrapping his around his waist.

"Yes. Come lie in bed, and I'll take good care of you."

"That's all I've wanted since we met." He reached up and rubbed at his eyes as she pulled him from the bathroom. She fixed the bed, leaning over to move pillows around.

His hands took her hips, the pressure of him pressing against her causing her to stand.

"Damon. Get in the bed. Stop dicking around. Your dad is waiting on me."

He moved past her and got in the bed, tugging the towel off and stroking himself as he sucked his lip into his mouth. "Hush, woman. Get over here and ride me."

"No. I need to go." She covered him up, leaning down to kiss him softly. "Hey, tell me something."

"What?" His eyes closed, his breathing deepening quickly. He was exhausted. How he had even stood in the shower was beyond her, much less put a hurting on her libido.

"In the shower, you said it had been too long."

"Mmhmm," he mumbled, reaching out and pulling her down for another kiss. She kissed him a few times before moving back.

"It had been too long since we'd touched or since you've fucked a woman?"

"Second part." He yawned and turned onto his side, tugging the covers closer. "I haven't found one I was willing to make love to in ... longer than I can remember."

Make love to?

She touched his back, rubbing softly as he fell asleep. Tears filled her eyes as realization dawned on her.

Maybe he wasn't at all who he pretended to be. Maybe her desires mixed beautifully with his demands. Lust was the fuel that would forge them closer, but it felt like love might be the coating that protected the possibility of forever.