Platinum (All That Glitters #3)(96)

“Oh?”

“It’s dirty.”

“You have my attention.”

“Totally wrong in every way.”

“I’m loving the sound of this.”




Later that night, Trihn and Damon were lying on her queen-size bed. It was still early for Damon to be tired, considering the night owl that he was, but he held her in his arms. They’d had dinner with Ian and Renée instead of braving another awkward Preston experience.

Overall, the trip had been a resounding success. Trihn had gotten to spend some much-needed time with her friends, had talked some sense into Lydia, and had shown Preston that she was better off with Damon. All around, she had just been having an amazing time. She and Damon would have to leave the next afternoon to make it back to the city to prep for the fashion show, and she was surprised to find that she was going to miss the Hamptons.

Damon kissed her temple and threaded his fingers out through her long hair. She sighed and closed her eyes.

“Are you going to tell me about this devious plan of yours? I’ve been dying to know about it all day.”

“In a minute,” he said.

She lay there in silence with only the sound of his heartbeat in his chest and the feel of his fingers through her hair.

Then, they heard a door slam in the room next to them. Trihn could hear Lydia’s and Preston’s soft voices as they moved around. They had gone out to meet some of Lydia’s friends.

Damon shifted under Trihn, sliding his fingers under her chin and tilting her face up to meet his lips. He kissed her, slow and tender. She moaned into his mouth as his hands slipped down her sides. He tugged at her camisole and pulled it over her head.

Realization dawned on her. “What are you doing?”

Damon gave her a devious smile. “I’m about to make love to you, if that’s okay with you.”

He raised an eyebrow, and she just laughed.

“You’re doing this on purpose.”

He rolled over on top of her and kissed his way down to the waistband of her boy shorts. “Oh, yes, I’m doing this on purpose.”

She squeaked when he yanked the boy shorts off her hips and then kissed her clit.

“You know what I mean,” she gasped when he started licking her.

“Shh, love. If you’re going to talk, I want to hear you crying out from coming on my face.”

Trihn’s head dropped back down on the pillow, and she complied. With every bite, lick, and suck, he drew her closer to the brink of orgasm until she couldn’t hold back any longer. She banged her hand against the headboard, which rattled against the wall, and then she started giggling.

“Fuck,” she groaned, tugging on him to come back up to her. “Fuck me.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he joked with a smile.

Then, he entered her body, moving back and forth with such intensity that she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to hold it together for a second time. He leaned forward onto her, holding most of his weight on his elbows. All she could do was stare up into his big brown eyes. Her breathing was coming out short.

Damon kissed her lips and pressed into her harder. “I love you,” he groaned.

“I love you, too.” She grabbed him for another kiss. “God, you feel amazing.”

“I just want you to let go for me. Come with me, love.”

She tilted her head back and let go, just like he’d asked. “Fuck, f*ck, f*ck. Yes. Oh my God,” she cried.

Her body shook, and she disintegrated into a million little pieces at his insistence. He was right there with her, doubled over her as he released.

Trihn sighed as she finally came back to herself. “Oh God, you’re right,” she whispered.

“What?”

“It was dirty and totally wrong in almost every way.”

He raised his eyebrows. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“I think you do, considering we were loud enough to be heard throughout the whole house,” she said.

“It felt good though, right?”

She smiled and nodded. It had felt good—the orgasms and the small dose of payback.





TRIHN STARED OUT AT THE OCEAN visible in the distance from where she was standing at the edge of the pool on the back deck. She and Damon would be heading back to the city with Ian and Renée that afternoon. Ian was unsurprisingly taking summer classes, and Renée had no intention of sticking around with just his parents, no matter how much they liked her. Trihn’s parents would follow later that week, so they could get back in time for the fashion show.

Damon was finishing packing upstairs and promised to bring everything out to the car, so she could enjoy some last-minute sand and surf. He’d gotten a phone call from his agent as she was walking out the door and figured he would be a while.

The silence and peace was just what she needed before she returned to the insanity of high-end fashion. She had put in countless hours making her clothes runway-worthy. She really wanted to prove her mother wrong and show that the designs could be designer and not mass-marketed. So, she’d added some flare to the runway performance. The models would all be flying in tomorrow morning, and she was just about ready to get back to work again.

“What a vacation, huh?” Preston said from behind her.