Bedding The Billionaire(17)

He turned away. "I don't. It's not dignified."

She laughed. "Neither is having sex with a virtual stranger." She caught Damien's face in hers and forced him to look at her. "Just enjoy it, as Lucy would say."

"Who's Lucy?"

Abbey plucked at Damien's lips with her own. "A friend." She nibbled his mouth, tasting, sucking, then, as his hands came up to catch her face, she delved and let her tongue go where it wanted to go. He kissed her back, hard and heavy. He felt good. Damn good.

"Ready for round two?" she whispered against his lips.

Damien smiled. "You're game."

She had to be, Abbey thought. There was a wall between them and the lounge room. There's no way Lucy would have caught any of that on film. Just as well. She didn't particularly want her best friend watching her in the act. Besides, gentle, sensuous lovemaking after that hard and fast effort was just what she needed. And wanted.

Damien picked her up and carried her into the lounge. He placed her on the couch and she sat up, kissing him. They were both still more or less clothed although disheveled. Abbey reached up and removed his shirt, sighing as she took in his masculinity. He had the body of an Adonis-hard, lean and muscular in all the right places.

"You must work out," she said, tracing a finger along the muscles of chest and shoulder.

"Sometimes," he said through kisses. He sat back on the couch and lifted her top. Her bra had already come off, so her br**sts spilled out. He took one in his mouth. Then stopped.

"Oh Hell," he said.

"What's the matter?"

"We didn't use a condom."

"I've taken precaution, so you don't have to worry about that."

He nodded. "I don't know if it helps, but I'm clean." 

She nodded. "So am I."

That seemed to be enough for him. He returned to his task of suckling, the issue already forgotten.

Abbey glanced at the window. The curtains were open. Lucy would be able to see everything. But suddenly it didn't matter. Lucy had seen her br**sts before at the gym although not with a man on the end of them. And no one else was going to see the photos except for Damien's wife.

His wife.

A faceless woman floated through Abbey's thoughts and she closed her eyes. She clenched hard as something tore at her gut. This wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to feel guilty.

Suddenly she felt like she was being smothered. As if something was pressing on her chest and stopping her from breathing.

"Wait," she said, pushing Damien away. "We can't. I can't."

He blinked at her. "No, you have to," he said thickly. "I have to. Abbey, I need you-" He stopped and looked down, drawing in a deep breath. He ran a hand through his already messy hair and sat back. She could tell he was struggling with his inner turmoil, desperately trying to regain his composure.

"If you don't want to, I understand."

It didn't sound like it, Abbey thought. Nor did it look like it-his c**k protruded from his shorts, thick and throbbing. Ready. Abbey swallowed. She wanted him inside her again. Very much. Lucy's voice crept into her brain: "His marriage is already over or she wouldn't have come to us. Just go in there and enjoy some unbridled sex for once in your life. It doesn't mean anything. Not to him, not to you and not to his wife. Got it?"

Abbey had nodded then and she nodded now.

"Yes. I do want to."

She pulled Damien to her and kissed him. Her hands descended to his trousers and she tugged them down, then his shorts, so she could gaze at him unhindered. His florid erection was beating strongly in anticipation.

She touched it and he drew away, just out of her reach.

"Not yet," he rasped.

She looked into his eyes and felt something pass between them. Something that simmered in the heat. Something intense.

He tenderly stroked her cheek. She closed her eyes and reveled in his soft, sure touch. The movement was so delicate, so sweet. Almost loving.

Damien lifted Abbey off the couch, unzipped her skirt and pulled it down over her legs and ankles. He sat back on his haunches beside the couch and let out a sigh as he gazed at her body.

"You're fabulous, Abbey." He stroked her calf, her thigh, brushed her moist lips with a teasing finger. "So beautiful," he whispered.

Abbey's breathing turned heavy as that hand delicately explored, teased. A few more strokes and she would be lost in delicious torment, begging him to take her.

But Damien stopped.

"I want you to turn away from me Abbey." His voice was low, intense and oh-so sensual.

She obeyed. Something inside her wanted to do everything he asked her to do. For some reason she couldn't fathom, she trusted him. Trusted that he was going to give her an experience she would not forget.