“Now…what were we talking about?” he asked hoarsely as she started riding his cock.
“Uhh…” It was impossible to think, not with the way his c**k was filling her. All she wanted was to continue impaling herself on Damen’s cock, again and again until he made her come the way only he could.
“Something about special names?”
She breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, yes…I want us…to have special names. I don’t want…something ordinary like baby or sweetheart. I want something ours alone.”
“You first then.” He was having a more difficult time speaking, with her br**sts jiggling in his face and tempting him beyond belief.
“I want to call you…” She stopped moving as she tried to clear the sexual haze in her mind.
She had stopped moving?
“Fuck that.” Damen held her by the nape and kissed her. “Fuck now, talk later. Got it?”
In answer, she fell against his chest, clinging to his neck as she rode him like she had been born on a saddle.
“You’re sure calling in sick will not get you in trouble?” Damen asked the next day as he lifted her off the beach lounge chair, settled himself on it, and then settled Mairi on his lap.
She snuggled against him immediately, and he liked the fact that this time she no longer cared that she was completely na**d in his arms – in broad daylight and while he was fully clothed.
They had gone out sailing again before mooring themselves near what Mairi thought was a deserted island but was actually one of the undeveloped properties he had recently bought. This close to his property, he was able to ensure their safety and privacy. Mairi losing her inhibitions with him was one thing, but having the world feast their eyes on her na**d nubile body was another. No way in hell would he ever allow another man to see what was his.
“My friends will cover for me and besides, it’s my first time to call in sick.” As she lay against his chest, she absent-mindedly played with his nipple, pinching it occasionally.
Damen’s chuckle vibrated against his cheek. “That’s going to get you into trouble if you continue doing it, sweetheart.”
The term of endearment made her sit up. “Special names!”
He loved the way her face lit up every time she had one of her…rare…ideas. That was the best way to put it since “rare” sounded better than “insane”.
She looked at him seriously. “I think I’m going to call you…”
He raised a brow, knowing that whatever she decided on it would definitely be…rare.
“Dreamboat.”
Yes, definitely rare and it was definitely hard to keep a straight face as he coughed and said, “That’s…err…interesting.”
She beamed. “At least it’s something of ours.” Mairi nodded encouragingly at him. “What about you? What do you want to call me?”
He didn’t hesitate. “Matakia mou.”
Mairi burst into laughter. “Maybe I should call you Gollum instead.” But even as she teased him, she couldn’t help but feel cherished. Because those words, translated to English, meant ‘my precious’.
“We’re agreed then? You will move in this weekend?” Damen asked as his limousine slowed down to a stop on the very same road Mairi had chosen to meet with him the first time. The cloak-and-dagger stuff she insisted on frustrated Damen but for now, he knew he should not push his luck.
It was already a miracle he had somehow persuaded her to come back into his life. Damen would not dare do anything else that could make her leave him again. If she wanted to walk back to school from here, then so she would. However, Mairi did not have to know that he would also have an entire security team tailing her to make sure she reached her destination in one piece.
She bit her lip. “Are you sure Diana won’t mind?” Greek girls could still be terribly conservative and she didn’t want anything to ruin her friendship with the young girl as much as possible.
“She will understand. This is normal for Greek men.”
Mairi glanced at him in astonishment. “Really? I thought it would be the opposite?”
Her words puzzled Damen. “In what way should it be opposite? Do you think it is better that I live in your home?”
“No, no. I mean, it’s not normal for a couple to move in together before marrying, right? Not that I’m saying we’re going to get married soon but---” Mairi stopped, belatedly noticing the way Damen had suddenly whitened.
Fuck, f**k, f**k.
How could they have---
FUCK! This was not f**king happening. This could not be f**king happening.
“Damen? What’s wrong?” Mairi reached out to touch his face, but he caught her wrist and shook his head. She let her arm fall back down, trying not to feel hurt.
He asked carefully, “What exactly do you think we are now, Mairi?”
She frowned at the question, unable to see the point of it. “Are you worried about the labels?” she asked finally. “We don’t have to be girlfriend or boyfriend. We can just be…an item.” That was the best she could come up with.
“An item…that will eventually lead to marriage?”
She colored, but not wanting to lie she said, “Eventually, yes.”
“But how can that be when I am still engaged to the Kokanis heiress?”
The words made Mairi’s vision blur. “What do you mean you’re still engaged?” she whispered.
The pain in her voice made him flinch. Goddamn it! He had promised himself he would not hurt her, but why the hell did things always get f**ked up between them?
“Mairi, I didn’t lie to you this time. When we were in Vlahos’ yacht, I told you I wanted you in my life.”
“Yes.”
“But did I say I was going to break it off with her?”
“No, but…” She looked at him blankly. “How else will you have me back in your life if you still belong to her?”
“I don’t belong---”
She shouted, “How?”
This time, he was the one who tried to reach out to her. And this time, she was the one to push him away.
“How?” she sobbed out. She had a feeling she already knew, but she needed to hear him say it.
Damen said bleakly, “I wanted you back in my life as my mistress.”
She walked alone. She had always walked alone on this street, which was the shortest and most isolated path leading back to the school. But somehow, none of those times had felt as empty and lonely like how she was feeling now.