Platinum (All That Glitters #3)(63)

Stacia was right. After Trihn’s breakdown at Posse, she’d seen it with clearer eyes the next morning. She was letting her past relationships cloud this perfectly good one, and if she didn’t stop, she was going to lose Damon over her own foolishness.

Damon would get back when he got back. It was about time for his call again anyway. Trihn had her phone near her, but she was working diligently on some last-minute changes to one of her skirts. Everything had to be turned in for final approval on Monday, and then she could have her photo shoot and work on getting the models ready for the runway. Thankfully, Francesca had agreed to help.

When the phone rang, Trihn smiled brightly. “Hey you,” she answered.

“Oh, man, I have missed that voice.”

She laughed. “I miss you, too. How were your meetings today?”

“Long and tedious. If I have to make small talk with one more person, I’m going to stab myself in the eyes.”

“Don’t do that,” she said. “You’ll mess up your pretty face.”

“Yeah, well, Los Angeles is its own beast. Not sure how I’d feel if I had to be there all the time.”

“You grew up in London and Las Vegas. Shouldn’t you be used to big cities?”

“Sure. But LA has its own flare. It makes me want to eat a cheeseburger,” he admitted with a chuckle.

“Cheeseburgers sound good.”

There was a knock at her door, and she sighed, wondering who was here so late at night.

Bryna and Stacia were gone for the NCA nationals, and Trihn had the apartment to herself. It was nice for the peace and quiet but not so much for strangers knocking on the door.

“Hey, hold on. Someone is at the door,” she said, cradling the phone between her face and shoulder.

“Oh, okay. Sure.”

She peered through the peephole, but no one was there. Then, she pulled the door open and nearly dropped the phone.

“Oh my God!” she shrieked. “What are you doing back already?”

Damon laughed and pulled her into his arms. “I wanted to surprise you!”

She jumped, wrapping her legs around his torso and kissing him hard on the mouth. He carried her through the front door and kicked it shut behind them. Without a word, he walked her through the house and into her bedroom.

She dropped to her feet in front of her bed, a huge smile plastered on her face. “God, I’ve missed you.”

“Good surprise?”

“The best.”

“Fuck, it is so good to see your beautiful face.” He cupped her face in his hands and tenderly kissed her, as if she were the very air he breathed and that kiss sustained him.

And then the tide broke.

He released her face and started tearing at her clothes. Her shirt and bra fell into a heap at the foot of the bed, and then he dropped to his knees, hungrily kissing his way down her front. He unbuttoned her jeans and dragged them down her legs. She stepped out of them, and his hands searched up her legs to her exposed inner thighs before spreading her legs further apart.

He buried his face against her lace thong and blew until she was squirming.

“Do you like that?” he growled, his voice deep and husky, his British accent rolling over every single word like a heated caress.

And just at his touch, she was on fire. Her body tightened, and when he slid her panties aside and pressed his fingers up inside her, she arched backward.

“Fuck,” she murmured. She was wet from just having him close. Her body responded to his demands.

“That is exactly what I intend on doing.”

He moved his fingers in and out of her, and then he slicked his thumb down her folds before pressing it to her clit. She moaned loudly, not realizing how much she had missed his touch until just that moment. She hadn’t been prepared for this, and now, her body was hyperaware of every move he made.

He circled his thumb against her clit until she felt her legs turn to Jell-O. She nearly collapsed forward onto him with the force of her orgasm.

Damon left a soft kiss on her thigh before removing her underwear completely. He lifted her, as if she were weightless, and set her down on the bed. She lay back flat, the remnant of her release still flowing through her body.

She watched him pull his black T-shirt over his head, revealing his six-pack abs beneath. His hands went to his belt buckle, yanking it free from his jeans. He folded his belt in half and snapped it together, making a loud thwack each time the sides met, and then he flicked her leg with it just hard enough to leave a biting sting on her thigh.

“Ow,” she said, her eyes wide.

He chuckled softly. “Careful now, or you’re going to deserve a lot more than that.”

Her mouth fell open in surprise. Who is this gorgeous man in front of me?

He laughed at her expression and tossed the belt to the side.

“Guess you have some of that bad boy left in you, huh?”

Damon raised his eyebrows. “You bring it out of me, lover.”

He flicked the button on his jeans and then dragged them to the ground. His boxers followed until his dick was in full view before her.

“Come here,” he said, beckoning her over.

She crawled across the bed to him. He sat down and pulled her over on top of him. She straddled his body. His hands crawled up from her hips to her breasts. He brought his mouth down onto her nipple, and she felt the ache in her core start up all over again. He flicked his tongue across the erect ridge, circling and sucking. Then, he moved to the other one, and all the while, she felt heat pooling in her center.