Several days later, Sasha looked across the elegant ballroom, hiding her expression behind the glass of champagne. He was so handsome, she thought as the other guests milled around her. Why couldn’t she just walk away? Why was she so magnetically attracted to this one man?
There were literally hundreds of men in this room, but not a single one could pull her attention away from Damon.
Her husband.
At that same moment, almost as if he could tell that she was looking at him, Damon turned his head and caught her gaze.
Sasha sighed and started back across the room. She’d walked away, intent on finding some breathing space from the intensity of his presence. Being near Damon was similar to being next to a live wire. There was so much going on around him, so much magnetism that drew her closer and she wanted desperately to fight it, to not feel it…to not need it…but even from across the ballroom, she could still feel that intensity coming from Damon. He had such a powerful impact on her senses that she couldn’t seem to do anything to conquer it.
When she was back again by his side, he looked down at her. “Are you ready to leave?” he suggested, his thumb rubbing over the pulse on her wrist.
Sasha shook her head. She knew exactly why he wanted to leave. If she listened only to her body, she would be dragging the man out of the ballroom. But she was trying to listen to her head, to not lose her sense of self to this man’s crazy ability to drive her to the brink of desperation every time he touched her. Which was often these days. “I’m fine. No need to leave.”
Damon chuckled, pulling her closer as he whispered in her ear. “I think there are some very good reasons to leave,” he said with that deep, sexy voice that told her exactly what he was planning.
Instantly, her body came alive in that special way that only Damon could do to her. She resented it! She was going to learn to fight this, she promised herself.
Pulling back slightly and turning her head so that his lips weren’t about to brush against the overly sensitive shell of her ear, she took a deep breath and shook her head. “I have some people I’d like to talk with,” she told him, looking away and trying to put a few inches between their bodies. With just a look or a touch, she became a wanton woman, so focused on joining her body to his that she couldn’t think of anything else.
She was not that kind of a woman! She was demure and practical! She was a lady! And she refused to need him so completely that she lost her cool when he simply looked at her. Like he was doing now.
Damon kept control of her hand. “Who do you need to speak with?” he asked, looking over her head. “I thought we were finished with the futile resistance, Sasha.” He tried to hide his anger, but the idea that she was going to avoid him again just made him livid.
Sasha tried hard to come up with a name but her mind was blank. She didn’t know anyone other than the people that Damon had already introduced her to. And because he was touching her, ever so softly with his fingers, she couldn’t form a thought in her head other than to get out of this place and kiss him. She could feel her resistance fading away. All of those lectures she’d given herself in the ladies room a few moments ago were fading, becoming noise that her body ignored.
“I…” she stammered, trying desperately to come up with a name. Nothing. She couldn’t even pull her eyes away from his to look around, maybe come up with a name. She couldn’t even make up a name!
It was all Damon. And she wanted him! Darn him! How could he do this to her?
His hand shifted and his fingers intertwined with hers. That was all she needed. “Let’s go,” she whispered urgently.
Pulling him behind her, she couldn’t seem to move fast enough to suit the demands of her body. Maybe if she hadn’t listened to him discuss business with several people tonight, watched his eyes shift ever so slightly indicating that his magnificent brain was functioning at a level others needed a computer to achieve…or maybe if he hadn’t had that stupid breakfast meeting this morning and he’d woken her up the way he normally did, by kissing her, making her body come alive and making love to her before he left for his office…then she could have been more subtle about their departure and her need for this man.
But those things hadn’t happened. And what made it worse, he was looking at her in that special way, the way that made her body ache, his eyes telling her what he was going to do to her, promises that her body wanted intensely for Damon to fulfill.
They only made it to the hallway before she needed to touch him. Sasha pulled him off to the side, down a vacant hallway. As soon as they were out of the view of others, she pulled him into her arms and he kissed her, lifting her up into his arms and aligning their bodies more perfectly against each other. Pressing her back against the wall, Damon lifted his leg slightly, holding her in place.
That wasn’t enough for Sasha. Her mouth was ravenous for him. If she’d been told a year ago that she could be this out of control at a public function, she would have laughed at the notion. But here she was, her hands begging Damon to touch her and, when he did, her body’s needs went higher and she was more demanding.
“Sasha!” Damon growled, lifting her up and carrying her through a doorway. Sasha had no idea where they were, only that they were in a darker room that seemed to be quiet except for her gasps as his hands lifted her dress so that his fingers could explore her body more thoroughly.
When he entered her, she pressed her body against his, savoring the incredible feel of him filling her, of making her whole. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, begging him.
Damon was only aware of her soft gasps as he moved against her heat, feeling her body around his own and he couldn’t get enough of those sounds, of her sweet breath against his neck or her soft fingers pulling him closer. His hands moved down to her hips, pressing her more completely against him as he pressed into her, over and over again. When he felt her body start to shiver, he knew that she was close. Reaching down, his fingers pressed against that sensitive bud and she flew over into a climax and he covered her mouth with his, absorbing her cries. A second later, he pressed into her one more time and he found his own fulfillment.
Long moments later, Damon lifted his head and looked around. “What the hell?” he softly said as his eyes realized that they had moved into some sort of storage area. “Damn,” he mumbled and pulled away from her, adjusting his clothing as he also helped her down off of the table that he’d lifted her onto.
Sasha realized what they’d just done about the same time and she frantically fumbled with her dress, looking around to make sure that no one had seen them, that there were no cameras around.
“Let’s get out of here,” he commanded, taking her hand and pulling her out of the storage room quickly.
Sasha didn’t argue with him and hurried behind him. A part of her was horrified at what they’d just done. And in public!
Well, not completely public but in a storage room! Good grief!
But as the limousine pulled away from the curb, she covered her mouth with her hands, trying to stifle the bubble of laughter.
Damon heard the muffled laugh and glanced down at her, still furious that he’d let the interlude get so out of hand. He’d just had sex with his wife in a storage room! In a public place where hundreds of guests were less than a hundred yards away! “It isn’t funny,” Damon snapped, looking down at her and then out the window.
“I know. It’s horrible.” But another burst of laughter hit her and she couldn’t ignore it this time.
“You think this is funny?” he demanded, turning to face her.
She shook her head. “Absolutely not.” But it was! The always powerful, always in control Damon Galanos had been out of control! He’d just had sex with her in the storage room of the hotel in which the wealthiest patrons of European society were gathered, none of them aware of what had just transpired in that storage room.
She couldn’t help it. As she looked up at Damon’s irritated features, she laughed harder, her body convulsing with the giggles.
Damon tried to intimidate her into silence with his glare, but it wasn’t working since the beautiful woman was bent over, laughing herself silly and couldn’t see his righteous anger.
He rolled his eyes and looked out the window, still astonished by his behavior. He couldn’t believe what he’d just done. He did not have public sexual encounters! Ever!
And yet, her delectable body had driven him beyond his ability to make sense of where he was and what was going on around him. He was disgusted with himself for his lack of control, but as her hand settled onto his thigh, he couldn’t resist covering that delicate hand with his own. It had been incredible, he thought and pulled her closer.
When they finally arrived back at the penthouse, he pulled his still chuckling wife into their bedroom and showed her in a slower fashion how it was supposed to be done. And she was no longer laughing.