My name is Celine. I thought by moving to the big city I'll have a normal kinda lifestyle. Little did I know I took a job as the Devil's personal assistant. Better the Devil you know than the angel you don't.
The next few days is heavenly bliss as Damian and I fall into a honeymoon faze. We go to work, give each other small touches here and there and that ends up with him fucking me on his desk, my office or the boardroom.
In the evenings we go home either his place or mine, it doesn't really matter because we end up fucking in the shower, the kitchen, the living room , or wherever we can make it first. We've been on six dates and life couldn't be any more perfect than it is right now.
I stand in Damian's kitchen making us a cup of coffee as I wait for the eggs to boil when big warm arms slides around my waist.
"Morning." I whisper with a smirk.
"Morning beautiful." Damian kisses my cheek all the way down to my collarbone. "What are you doing?"
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"Making you breakfast." He sucks on my neck pulling the flesh lightly with his teeth as he pulls back. "Mmm, here this is for you." I turn around giving him his cup of coffee.
He smiles. "Smells like-"
"I Know." I say with an arched brow.
"Aaww you remember." He laughs out loud.
"How can I forget." I roll my eyes and hand him his cup. He takes the coffee just to place it back down onto the counter and lifts me until my legs are wrapped around his waist.
He spins us around and press my back against the wall. "Never roll your at me again." He growls near my ear sending shivers throughout my spine. "Looks like my woman needs an attitude check."
I gasp at his words , his scent spiking with arousal , the top I'm wearing shows off the delicate skin of my gland and he sucks on it, leaving a beautiful mark in it's place. He wants to cover me in bites and marks all over and let everyone know I belong to him. And you know what?.... I wouldn't want it any other way!
He whispers in my ear. "Still hate me Celine?"
Lacing his free hand with my fingers my eyes sparkle with mischief, as I squeeze his hand. "Always."
He smiles. "Good." He Smirks and carries me to the counter sits me down with my ass on the countertop. We discuss the boiling times and when I explained we were in a holding pattern until the eggs were done, he leans up for a kiss.
I immediately run my left hand through his short, black locks. So full, so soft. I pull my hand down - running it across his hard stubble - manicured, soft but coarse over his chin bone to his throat.
He position himself between my thighs as we kiss. He reaches up and grabs my ass and pulls me forward to the edge of the countertop. I lean in and down, with both hands around his face, his hands not once leaving my lower back. But a pause in the lip locking allows me to jump down from the counter. He laughs and grabs my hand and leads me to the kitchen table.
