Sinful Pleasures

Chapter Ten

"It's about damn time you guys. Congrats!" Henry lifted his glass and toasted to us. "I take it this all started after dinner at Helen's?"

I took a drink of my wine, silently telling Damon to answer. "Yes. When I saw her at dinner, it reminded me that I had made a huge mistake before college. She did unfortunately find out about that bar hookup before we could talk about it. That girl, Samantha, is now her PA believe it or not."

Henry about choked on his wine and I couldn't help but laugh. It was so ironic to hear Damon say it like that. There were no hard feelings though. I'm glad I gave Samantha a chance because she is a hell of an assistant. Henry wanted to know how the past week had been going for us, especially since we were managing the hotel together. We told him that other than the Samantha incident and the fact that Amanda had been a royal b***h to me at the beginning, everything was great. We filled him in on Jennifer Aniston wanting to stay for a week. I then had to listen to both of them talk about how hot she was and if there was a chance they could catch her in some sexy outfits. Guys.

We finished dinner and had taken the wine to my little rooftop patio space. This was the first time it was being used and I couldn't complain. I had a gorgeous view from up here. I could see Damon and I spending a lot of time up here whenever we had the chance.

After Henry left, Damon and I stayed outside for a little longer. I told him about how once I felt like we had the hotel under control, I wanted to find a house to live in, instead of the penthouse. It was fantastic, but I couldn't wait to be able to actually leave the hotel after work. To have a separate place to go to. Since it was only September, I gave myself a goal of having a house by Christmas at the latest. I couldn't wait to have a place where Damon and I could freely enjoy ourselves. Not that we don't now.

It started getting chilly, so we made our way inside. We took a quick shower then decided to go ahead and look at houses, just to see what my options looked like. We figured that since tomorrow was Saturday, it didn't matter how late we stayed up. I had no intentions of waking up early. We looked at listings for about an hour, but I didn't see anything that I liked. We called it quits and made ourselves comfortable. Damon suggested we go walk through different neighborhoods tomorrow to see if we found anything. I figured it couldn't hurt, and I hadn't really been outside of the hotel that much. After I agreed, we finally dozed off.

We spent this whole afternoon walking through Central Park, then up and down Fifth Avenue. There were some really nice condos and townhouses in that area. I figured that was likely where I would end up. We stopped at Conolly's, a little pub on Fifth Avenue for lunch. They had great burgers and ended up not being too busy. Lexi sent me a text saying that she was meeting Henry in an hour to finalize his paperwork, then would meet me at the penthouse after that. I told Damon that I was helping her get ready for her date so he needed to find something to do for a bit. He informed me that he was already meeting Henry for a few drinks anyways.

I made my way to my room to wait for Lexi. I poured us each a glass of wine while I waited, knowing she would be a little nervous. She walked into the kitchen about 10 minutes later. It looked like she had a few outfits with her, but she noticed the glass of wine that was waiting for her on the counter and threw the outfits on the couch. I laughed as she downed the wine and I took a look at her outfit choices. I found the one that would look perfect on her. She followed me to my room and I got started. I have to say, she looked gorgeous when I was done. I also didn't have to put much effort into it, since she was naturally beautiful.

I chose the outfit with the lightest colors, to play off her fair skin and blonde hair. It was cute, but casual. Derek had told her that the details were a surprise, but to dress kind of warm just in case it got chilly outside. He sent her a text saying he was downstairs in the lobby. I told her we could meet for coffee tomorrow and she could give me all the details. She gave me a big hug, and I was soon alone. I decided to go ahead and send an email to Jen's manager to see which suite she preferred to stay in.

It was only 5 pm, so I decided to run a hot bath to soak in. I wasn't sure when Damon would be back, so I decided to take that time to relax in the tub with a book. I settled in and was quickly engrossed. It was called Licensed to Kill and I literally couldn't stop reading it. The main character thought she killed the man she loved, then finds out a few years later that he is still alive! I couldn't imagine thinking Damon was dead, then finding out he was alive. The author, Everleigh Ashcroft, does an amazing job. Her descriptions of everything just suck you in and keep you reading until you finish the book. I will definitely have to find more of her stories.

I have no idea how long I sat in that tub reading, but I finally realized that the water had turned cold. I put my iPad aside and dried off. I threw on Damon's shirt I had been wearing and checked my phone. It was going on 7 and Damon wasn't back yet. I saw that he had sent a text saying he ended up drinking more than he planned and was just going to stay with Henry tonight. I told him to text me tomorrow and that I was just going to call it an early night.

I must have fallen into a deep sleep, because when I started to open my eyes there was sun coming in through my window. I grabbed my phone to see what time it was, and it was already 10:30. I rolled on my back to stretch out and my hand collided with the chest of a body. I looked over and Damon was passed out, looking as peaceful as ever. I hadn't even realized he came to bed. I remembered that I didn't have anything to do, seeing as Lexi hadn't text me, so I curled up into Damon's side and fell back asleep.

A little while later, I felt Damon shift beside me, and woke up to him watching me lazily. "Good morning gorgeous." He smiled and kissed my forehead. I snuggled a little closer to his chest and felt his arms tighten around me. He ran his fingers up and down my arm, which caused a chill to run through me. Then I felt his hands make their way to my hips and thighs. I nuzzled my face in his neck and started placing kisses there. He ran his hand from my hip to my knee, bringing my leg across his waist.

My leg brushed against his growing erection, and it was like he lit a fire within me. I was suddenly craving him. I quickly moved myself so that I was straddling him. He tightly gripped my hips and I smashed my lips against his. I slowly started to grind against him as our tongues assaulted each other. I don't know why, but the feeling this time was different. It wasn't a bad feeling. It was like the electricity was different between us.

While I was lost in my own thoughts, he managed to change positions and flipped me over. He was now on top of me, using his forearms to support his weight. He just looked at me with the most loving and lustful look in his eyes. He brought his right hand to my face and cupped my cheek. I couldn't help but lean my face into his touch. He leaned in and gave me a long, passionate kiss.

"Blaire Elizabeth, you have no idea how much I love you. I will never forgive myself for hurting you that day. It will always be my biggest regret."

I could feel tears threatening to fall as I watched the sadness invade his eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his lips to mine. I just wanted to take his pain away. I ran my hands through the back of his hair as he pushed himself against me. He slipped his shirt that I was wearing over my head, and my n*****s instantly hardened to the coolness of the room. His hands found their way to my breast, and slowly started to massage them.

I let out a moan and ran my nails down his back. His mouth replaced his hands on my n*****s, and his hands made quick work of moving my panties down my legs. He sat up and I watched as he removed his boxers. He was already rock hard, and I could feel myself grow more wet just from looking at him. He used his knees to spread my legs apart and moved to position himself at my entrance. He kissed me deep as he slowly pushed inside of me.

He started moving at a slow pace. Normally I would complain and beg for him to move faster, but I was loving the slow burn of passion. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and silently begged for him to push deeper. He pushed deeper and increased his thrusts just a little.

"f**k Damon. What are you doing to me?" I arched my back as I could feel myself moving toward the edge. I knew what he was doing, but I quickly decided that I wanted to turn the tables. I used all the strength I had to bring him underneath me. I quickly took control and started riding him slowly. He ran his hands over my legs to my hips, and let out a loud groan as he gripped me tightly. I picked up the pace to help build the passion faster. I was right on the edge when I felt Damon smack his hand against my ass. The sting of it was enough to drive me over the edge. I continued to ride him as I stared to slowly come down from my high.

His grip on my hips tightened as he bucked his hips against mine and groaned my name as he found his release. He sat up and crushed his lips against mine, as I continued to move against him, trying to draw out the amazing feeling from my orgasm. We sat there and held each other until our breathing became more regular, with him still inside me. When I finally felt like my body had relaxed, I gently slid off of him, and laid beside him with my head on his chest.

"Damon, did that feel different to you?" He was running his hand through my hair, and he momentarily stopped at my question. I looked up and saw him looking out the window, like he was trying to figure out how to answer me. Maybe it was just me. Maybe it felt like every other time to him. After a few minutes, his hand started moving through my hair again, and his gaze met mine.

"It did. I wanted to show you how much I love you. I wanted to take my time with you, and put all of my passion into it. I love you, and I wanted you to actually see that." He brought his lips to my forehead, then leaned his head against mine. I don't know how I managed to survive those 6 years without him. I don't know how I was lucky enough for us to find our way back to each other. I wasn't going to take this for granted. I wanted this work, and I wanted this to be real.

I propped myself up on my elbow, and looked into his eyes. I cupped his cheek in my hand and felt him relax into my touch. "I know you love me. You have proved it to me since I came back home. I have always loved you Damon. I don't think I could ever love someone else the way I love you." I kissed him softly, then slid off the bed. "I'm going to take a shower then get dressed. We probably shouldn't stay in bed all day."

I watched him roll his eyes, but he followed me into the shower. We took turns lathering each other in soap. After we dried off and got dressed, I made a pot of coffee and decided to check my emails. Damon retrieved his laptop and did the same. We turned the counter into our little work area and spent the next few hours there. We both made notes for the two meetings we had tomorrow regarding two of the three events we would be holding.

By the time 6:30 rolled around, we were starting to get hungry. We both agreed that we didn't want to venture out, so we decided to order a pizza. It was still nice outside, so we decided to eat out there. The elevator dinged signaling the food had arrived. Damon went to get the food while I grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses to take out onto the patio. Damon joined me and we dug in. We managed to kill the entire large pizza in a matter of 2 hours. It was starting to get dark and the temperature was starting to drop, so we figured it was a good time to go inside.

We both changed and got in bed. I curled up into his side and quickly drifted off to sleep. I was having the most perfect dream. The hotel was going through a really busy time. Damon and I were constantly being asked to appear on talk shows to talk about the success of the hotel. We were deemed the hottest power couple in Manhattan. Things were going great. Then the dream took a terrible turn. Before the dream could really morph into anything that actually made sense, all I saw was Amanda's face. Then I woke up drenched in sweat and my heart rate through the roof. Damon was still sleeping peacefully beside me.

I checked the time and saw that it was only 5:30. I decided it was a waste to try and go back to sleep, so I made my way to the shower instead. I felt sticky from the dream making me sweat, so I wanted to wash it all away. I just let the hot water run over me before I grabbed my body wash. As I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my hair, I saw Damon leaning against the doorframe watching me. I had a great view of his body, as he was only in a pair of silk boxers. I don't think I would ever get tired of looking at him. Once I brought my eyes back up to his face, I noticed that he was frowning.

"What's wrong Blaire? Why are you awake so early? We don't have our first meeting until 11:15." He walked towards me and wrapped his arms around me. I laid my head against his chest and instantly felt better. I could feel him kiss the top of my head, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell him the real reason why I was awake. I didn't know what the dream meant, if it even meant anything. I decided to hell with it.

I leaned away from his chest and met his gaze. Worry filled his eyes and I immediately felt bad. "I just had a weird dream. I woke up anxious and decided to see if a shower would help relax me. I'm sorry if I worried you." I stood on my tiptoes to give him a quick kiss. He looked like he didn't believe me, but didn't push any further. I was thankful and made my way to the closet to find something to wear. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something bad was going to happen. Why had Amanda appeared in my dream? Why did I have a bad feeling that she was going to be the cause of something bad? I was now starting to dread having to see her for these meetings. I could feel myself growing anxious and decided to go with simple black dress pants, a red dressy tank top and black heels. I would just have to deal with Amanda if the time came. I just hoped that time wouldn't come.