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of lemon and smelled like heaven. His tongue ran along the seam of her mouth, and she opened for him. She swallowed his deep growl of pleasure, the thrill of it shooting straight down her core.
     

    His fingers gripped her neck, pulling her deep into the kiss, while hers frantically worked the buttons on his shirt.
     

    “Do you think they can see us from down there?”
     

    “Not on the couch.” Demon scooped her into his arms and carried her across the room. She kicked off her ankle-high boots on the way. His mouth never lost contact with hers. The pounding rhythm of the music was replaced by the roar of her heart hammering in her ears. He laid her on the couch, coming down on top of her. Julie shoved the shirt off his shoulders, her nails biting crescent moons into his back.
     

    “Demon,” she breathed into his ear, nipping at the lobe.
     

    “Damon. My real name’s Damon. Say it.” And she did. On hiccupping gasps, his name fell from her lips. He leaned away from her, pulling the front zipper down her corset, exposing her swollen breasts. She flushed under his hungry gaze, feeling sexy and wanton. When he leaned down and suckled one steepled nipple and then the other, she came off the couch. Jolts of molten heat shot through her veins with every lick and nibble. She pressed into his face, urging him to take more.
     

    “Beautiful. You’re so beautiful.” He kissed a path between her breasts. “Your skin’s like satin.”
     

    Her nails raked down his back. She cupped his ass, pulling him tightly between her open thighs. Oh, how she wanted this man. A stranger she’d only just met was making her hotter and wetter than she’d been in a very long time.
     

    The chime of a cell phone broke through the fog of desire engulfing her.
     

    “Wait. Just a minute, Damon. I need to get that.” Julie pushed at his shoulders. “My purse, there on the coffee table, my phone’s in my purse.”
     

    He handed it to her, grazing his teeth along her collarbone. “I’m sure it can wait.”
     

    “You never know, it could be an emergency.” Julie flipped open the phone. “Julie here.” Damon drew lazy circles with his finger around her stomach and breasts.
     

    “Hey, Jules, were you in bed?”
     

    “No, Dee, you didn’t wake me. Thanks for asking.” She mouthed “my sister” to Damon who nodded and ran is tongue over the pulse point of her throat and she gasped in response.
     

    “You okay? You sound out of breath.”
     

    “Breathless? Me? Oh, I was just doing some sit-ups before bed…and yes, before you say anything, I know what time it is. Sometimes I stay up this late. It is the weekend.”
     

    “You always do aerobics before turning in?”
     

    “Don’t worry about my fitness routine. Did you want something at this hour?”
     

    Damon laved her breast, and air whistled through her teeth.
     

    “Did you talk to Mum tonight?” Deirdre asked.
     

    His tongue took another turn around her nipple, and she had all she could do to focus on Deirdre’s voice. “Mum? Yeah, she called me earlier. She seemed fine. She told me Daddy didn’t feel well, but I don’t think it’s anything to worry about.”
     

    He nibbled at her earlobe, eliciting another moan of pleasure.
     

    “Jules, you sure you’re all right? You sound funny.”
     

    “It’s late.” Julie faked a loud yawn.
     

    Damon laughed and she covered the receiver. “ Shh , I’ll explain later.” He went back to nipping and kissing her neck.
     

    Deirdre was still prattling on, but Julie was quickly losing her ability to focus. The wonderful wet suction at her neck and warm flutter of his fingers over her belly had her thoughts scattering in different directions. “I’m sure Mum’s fine, Dee. Nothing to worry about. I’m hanging up…go back to your game of pool—”
     

    “Wait, say hi to Bri .”
     

    “No, I don’t need to say hello to Brianna. Good-bye, Dee.” She closed the phone and dropped it on