Damien’s POV
Christ, am I playing with fire.
Her bathing suit is sexy as hell—a barely-there black number. My hands roam her slight body while our tongues dance and slide, but I stay away from the parts I really want to touch. I don’t plan on having s*x with Vivi tonight, but f**k if I want to.
Just as I start to think of the medal I deserve for the restraint I’m showing this weekend, she begins to rock in my lap. Holding my breath, I pull away, my poor d**k unable to take another second of this utterly perfect girl grinding on me.
We part and gasp for air, her vivid green eyes shining like emeralds, her lips swollen from kisses.
I set her back down in the seat, readjust, and then pour her more wine.
“We need to talk or something, Vivi, because I’m about to lose any grasp I have on b
