“Was it one of the contracts you received?”
She nods. “I’m sure there are thousands of other applicants with way more experience. There isn’t any reason for me to think a newly graduated student would get the job over them.”
“Bullshit. Like I already said they’d be stupid not to snatch you up.”
Her eyes look at the ceiling as she avoids me.
“Hey,” I say, touching her cheek so she’ll look at me. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll figure it out. I just found you. I’m not letting you go that easily.”
Her eyes fill with tears. “I don’t want to let you go either.”
“It’ll be fine.” I kiss the top of her head, but I have this sinking feeling in my chest, like nothing will ever be ok with us.
“It will be. And if I even get the job I don’t think I want it anyway.”
I stare at her, wanting more than anything to talk her out of the job to stay with me. But what kind of man would I be if I kept her from her dream job just out of my own selfishness? “No, you’ll take this job. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime job.”
She smiles, but it’s a small one. “It would be pretty amazing to land this job.”
“I think you’ll be a shoo in. When do you find out?”
“They want me to send them some samples.”
My heart does something funny in my chest and I realize right now I don’t want this woman to leave me.
15
Shayne
We head home, both of us not really talking once we arrive at Damien’s house. My insides are in some sort of turmoil. I want to burrow myself in a nice little hole out here in Vegas and never leave, but at the same time I really want the job with Devonshire. Mainly to be able to prove to myself that I’m worth more than I give myself credit for.
“Follow me.” Damien takes my hand, leading me into the bathroom. He turns the water on, lifting his shirt off as soon as he’s done. “Take a shower with me.”
I nod, removing my clothes as he undresses too.
We step under the hot spray of water. Damien’s body hardens as he stares at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, reaching out to wash me with a soapy sponge.
I lean into his touch, loving the feel of having someone take care of me. Damien’s too good to be true, but for now I’m going to wring out as much good as I can. I take the sponge from Damien doing a thorough job like he had done with me. I drop the sponge and decide to use my hands instead. This way I’m able to feel all the hard muscles he has to offer.
When I get to his legs I get down on my knees. Damien’s pupils dilate as I pull his hardness all the way into my mouth. The hot water pounds on my back as I suck him in and out. Our eyes stay connected.
Damien fists my hair, his mind lost in passion. “Fuck, this feels so good.”
His words egg me on, and I pick up my pace, sucking him deep down until the tip of his dick hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Shayne. Damn, I love watching you suck my big cock into your mouth.”
I’m so turned on by his words that I go crazy on him. I suck and suck like my life depends on it, not wanting to ever let this man go.
“That’s right. Suck me deep, baby.” He closes his eyes and bites his lower lip. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
I don’t let up as he tries to remove his dick from my mouth. I grip on him, and continue sucking as his orgasm releases. His eyes slam into mine and it burns into my soul. There really is no way I can let this man get away.
I’d be stupid.
We don’t speak as we finish showering. We don’t speak until we crawl into bed together.
“I don’t want to let you go,” Damien whispers to me in the dark.
There’s no moon, no light in this room at all and the darkness swallows me whole. “I’m not leaving anytime soon if I even get the job.”
Damien doesn’t answer and I listen to the sound of his breathing, wishing I could say more to ease his nerves.
Does he feel the same as me?
Does he feel like he’s suffocating from a choice that’s too heavy to make?
Damien doesn’t say anything as he reaches over and hugs me tight. He says no words as he kisses me.
Neither of us speak as we make love over and over until the sun barely crests over the mountains.
My muscles ache as I stare at the computer screen. I didn’t realize I’ve been working so long. I’ve been working on my laptop, while sitting at the bar at work, trying to perfect these samples for Devonshire.
The women scream and gravitate toward the stage. I smile, knowing the Trifecta will be coming onstage soon. Ben and Axel head out first, dancing and getting the crowd into a frenzy. I hold my breath and wait for Damien to appear. When he does my heart beats wildly. Jealousy hits the bottom of my spine and slithers up as I spy all the women attempting to get his attention, but then I remember the way he made love to me all night long. He’s mine. These women can try all they want. He doesn’t want any of them.
The song ends with women still wanting their attention. I kind of feel bad for the next performer. They’ll never be as loved as the Trifecta. I wonder if the women know the Trifecta are going to stop doing their routine soon, and become businessmen.
Ben and Axel make their way backstage. Instead of following his brothers, Damien turns to the DJ who gives him a nod and a smile.
A deep bass pumps through the sound system. Women glance around, most likely wondering what’s happening. I’m just as confused as they are.
Damien jumps offstage with a smile as his gaze is glued to mine. The women in the audience seem to be torn. There’s another dancer doing his best to get the attention on him. He’s getting some of the women to look at him, but most of them are watching Damien stalk toward me.
“What are you doing?” I ask when he reaches me.
Instead of answering me, Damien takes my hands, lifting my arms above my head before he straddles my legs. Damien follows the beat of the music, making everything and everyone else disappear. My limbs go weak. He smirks at me as he takes my hands, putting them on his chest, letting them travel down his body. I pant as his eyes heat me up. I wish we were at home, but I love having an audience.
I love having him show everyone he’s mine.
It turns me on.
“You like everyone watching, don’t you?” Damien asks me as if he can read my mind.
I blush. “Yeah,” I whisper out, knowing no one can hear me over the loud beat of the music.
Damien understands though. He continues his lap dance as all the women in the club watch. Well, honestly, I don’t know if they’re actually watching us or the new dancer onstage, but I don’t care either.
“You make me so fucking hard when you watch me dance.”
I want to tell him how turned on I get just from watching him dance, but the music’s too loud. Instead, I watch his body grind over mine. He’s so sexy I can’t believe he’s actually mine.
And I can’t believe I’m actually thinking about leaving this man.
Sadly, the song comes to an end and Damien climbs off me. It takes everything in me not to grab him and put him right back where he was. Damien notices my hands fisted so I don’t reach out to him. He sends me a wink before going back to his office. Women rub him as he passes, whispering in his ear. I bite the inside of my cheek so I don’t scream at them to leave my man alone.