His Needs:Billionaire(19)

Marriage. Forever.

His watch buzzed, alerting him to the appointment with Zarpeth's CEO in ten minutes.

"Meeting?" He'd almost forgotten Delilah was in the room.

"Yes. Bring a note pad and come jot down anything we might need to  remember later. Mr. Talling is a good businessman, but his company has  grown far too fast. We need to not only see where we can add value, but  where we can sell extra services too."

"Absolutely." Her voice was almost professional, but not quite. It was a  little too flirty. There was nothing to do but ignore it. With the  history they had, and the strong friendship she'd given him all those  years ago, he wasn't going to assume anything. Maybe she just sounded  sensual to everyone. It didn't matter.

He picked up his coffee and walked to the door, opening it and stopping  short. The sound of Bethany laughing with a guy left his blood running  cold.

Stop it. It's nothing. Don't get paranoid and fuck things up further.

Moving out in the hall, he took a quick right and walked the long way to  Mr. Talling's office so that he could peek into the audit room where  the staff were. Bethany's grey suit looked so damn good on her, and yet  she had no clue just how beautiful she was.

It's not like he had an opportunity to mention it to her yet. They had  to be careful of showing too much of their relationship in the office,  but it was damn hard not to pull her aside and make sure she was all  right. He could only hope that she was headed to his office earlier in  an effort to do just that.

"You need something?" Patrick looked up as Damon stopped by the open door.

He glanced over his shoulder toward Delilah. "The meeting is in that  corner office down the hall. Get the lights on and I'll be right there."

"Yeah, no problem." She walked off, and Damon turned back to the room, unable to let his gaze rest on anyone but his woman's.         

     



 

"Beth, you wanted something earlier?" He pursed his lips as warmth  spread through his stomach, infusing the goodness of what could be  between them. He was fucking things up and felt like a fifteen-year-old  cock-head when they were together as of late. Why he couldn't get  himself in check and try harder was a concern. That coupled with the  weight of getting married almost seemed too much until he was standing  in front of her. Then it all made sense.

"Nope. I'm good." She glanced up from the papers in front of her and flipped her long dark hair over her shoulder.

"Can you come here for a minute, please?" He turned and walked back to  his office as he sucked a shallow breath through his clenched teeth. His  cock twitched in his slacks, his pulse quickening. The woman had a  strange power over him that made little to no sense.

She walked into the office and he closed the door. "How is your stomach?"

"I'll live." She was cold, her emotions on lock-down. He had fucked up.

Some part of him wanted to poke at her and start the fight they were  headed toward just to get it over with, but he couldn't push them closer  to the edge of ending things. He didn't want that at all.

For her to grow up and act a little more mature? Sure.

For her to understand the sticky situation they were dealing with over him being her boss and her brother and her lover? Yes.

But for it to end? Never.

"Hey." He reached out, but she moved back a step. "Beth."

"Don't." She glanced up, and the hurt in her face lanced his insides.  "You leave last night in a pissy mood, get in my face about needing  something for my stomach and then don't even wake me up to tell me you  were going. I'm glad we saved the firm a little bit of money by rooming  together."

"You know-"

Her expression hardened as her face turned red and she poked her finger  into the center of his chest as she took several steps toward him,  backing him up as she did.

Hot wouldn't cover it. The woman was blistering when she was angry. It  aged her by ten years, pulling her toward a confidence that left him  needy and aching all over. There was nothing he desired more than to  meet his match in the office, in the bedroom, in the world, and he had.  Now he just had to be patient while she grew up a little and took  ownership of the woman she was going to become.

It was enough to keep him hanging on forever.

"And who the fuck is this Delilah chick? She looks exactly like Christa.  Is that some kind of warning? Did you hire her because-"

He gripped her wrist and pulled her flush against him before turning  them and pressing her tightly to the full length windows that ran the  length of the room.

"Hush. Dad hired her, and she's nothing to me." He leaned down, running  his nose along the sensual line of her neck as his cock throbbed in his  slacks. "God, you turn me on so fucking much. How? How do you keep  pulling me back with this horrid desire to strip you down and cover you  in kisses?"

"Pull you back?" Her blue eyes moved across his face as he leaned back a  little, but kept his hands locked on her hips, his front pressed to  hers.

"I didn't mean it like that. Don't get even more sensitive. I just  needed a minute with you." He leaned down to kiss her, but she turned  her face away.

"Move. You're not at all the man I fell in love with. Back up."

"What? No. I'm exactly who you fell in love with. You're expecting  someone different to show up because I gave you a ring, but that's not  how it works. I'm still me. If you don't-"

"Don't you dare say it," she barked as tears filled her eyes.

"Beth. Come on, baby. You know I love you. I was there last night  wrapped around you. I'm stressed and shit is hitting the fan. If you  didn't work here, it would be a different situation altogether." He  trapped her face in his hands and leaned down, taking ownership of her  soft lips. She fought against him for a second before moaning and  melting into him.

The kiss was long and deep, his pretty girl sucking on his tongue as her  fingers slid down the sides of his chest and moved around to squeeze  his ass. He rocked into her and licked at her mouth until she pushed at  him.

"Stop. You're messing up my lipstick." She shook her head, still not showing any emotion that would lead to reconciliation.

"So?" He kissed her again roughly. "Let's get through today and go out  tonight. Just you and me. Last night sucked, as has most of this week. I  don't want you hurting."

"Then stop being a dick." She pushed at his chest and adverted her eyes from him. He was losing her.

"Hey." He gripped her chin and forced her to look up at him. "You're  mine. No matter what happens between us or what silly little bullshit  storm we deal with. We made a promise to each other. Remember?"         

     



 

"Who is Delilah, Damon? Is she Christa's sister?"

He sighed and moved back. "Yes. She's her twin."

"Right. Awesome." Bethany ran her hands over her breasts as she smoothed  down her shirt and Damon's stomach tightened farther. Stripping her and  making her forget everything but him sounded like such a good idea, but  it wasn't the time or the place. Surely Mr. Talling was already waiting  with Delilah for him.

"Dinner tonight. We can talk about all of this."

"Yep, 'cause I'm not sleeping with you again until we do." She turned her back to him and walked toward the door.

"Excuse me?" The lust that pumped through him moments before dissipated.  Did she think he was a pet to be rewarded with her body when he behaved  and not otherwise? Hell no.

"You heard me. I want this thing between us, but I'm starting to feel  like I'm the only one that does." She walked out and closed the door  behind her.

He growled low in his chest and pressed his hands to his face as he  moved back toward the window and groaned. She was young, inexperienced,  immature and so fucking hot.

"So damn difficult." He ran his hands down his face and took a shallow  breath before calling his dad and dropping down into a chair.

"Morning, son. Everything okay?"

"Yes. We're here and I'm about to meet with James. The team is fully  engaged, but I'm not calling about work." He sighed and let his eyes  move across the beautiful view of the city that the office afforded.

"What's going on? Bethany okay? Matt?" The mild panic in his father's voice forced him to get to the point quickly.

"It's me and Bethany. I love her, but fuck if she's not difficult," he  growled and leaned back in his chair. "One minute she seems to accept me  for the moody bastard I am, and the next, I'm hurting her damn feelings  over and over again. It's exhausting and coupled with all this work  bullshit, I'm starting to wonder if I did the right thing."

"By proposing?"

"Yes, Dad."

"Only you can answer that. Having your significant other at the office  with you isn't the most ideal situation, but Bethany is a smart girl.  She'll hold her own if you give it to her."