Page 173 of Sinclair Duet
I opened it and scanned the heading. “It’s from Superior Court No. 1 Hamilton County.” My eyes widened as I looked up at Damien. “It’s the annulment.”
“It is. I’m a free man.”
“Not for long,” I said before pushing up on my toes and giving him a kiss.
Damien snaked his arm around my waist. “This time when we say our vows, I’m not letting you get out of it.”
The warmth in my cheeks was probably letting Damien know I was thinking about another time I couldn’t get out. Slowly, we’d been playing with some of the restraints Damien had mentioned over a month ago. These were the ones in his closet. And yes, I couldn’t get out of them, but I wasn’t complaining.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
I shook my head. “I was thinking that it’s been kind of hot knowing I was sleeping with a married man.” I shrugged. “I’m not sure sex will be as great now that you’re free.”
Damien pulled me closer, flattening my breasts against his chest as his other hand slid behind my neck. Our lips collided seconds before his tongue teased mine. I willingly granted him entrance. He tasted of toothpaste and my body warmed, melding against his. Soft against hard, our attraction was combustible. The more time we spent together, the less ability either one had to keep our hands off one another.
A small spark could ignite a raging wildfire.
When Damien pulled away, he lifted his eyebrows. “Not as hot?”
My cheeks rose in a smile. “I was wrong. If you were any hotter, I may end up being burned.”
“Fire play. I’ve never done that.”
“No,” I said definitely. “And we won’t.”
“I think this news is worthy of a celebration.”
I turned toward my desk. “Well, it’s after five o’clock, and I was just thinking about going home and?—”
Damien’s lips met mine.
“I love when you call our house home.”
“It’s Duchess’s fault. She’s gotten used to more space and well…she’s spoiled.”
“Spoiling pussies is my favorite thing to do. Tonight, I’m taking my fiancée out on the town and tomorrow, we can wed.”
“Oh no. After explaining the whole mess to our mothers, they made me promise a real wedding.”
Damien cupped my cheek. “You deserve the best wedding ever.”
Over an hour later, back at home, Damien was in his downstairs office, and I was upstairs, getting ready for our celebratory dinner. In the month since Duchess made herunexpected move to the big house, many of my clothes and personal items had followed.
Eventually, we’ll put the condo up for sale. I was holding onto it out of fear for what Amber may do. Remarkably, she’d kept her word and not fought the annulment. I think her reasoning was similar to her mother’s. They knew that if the whole story got out, they would be the ones who were cast in an unflattering light.
Now that the annulment had been granted, we were a step closer.
Wearing a towel, following my quick shower, I stood in the large closet—basically the size of my bedroom in the condo—deciding what to wear. I ran my fingers over the dresses that seemed to multiply while we were at work. I’d complained at first, but Damien convinced me that he did enjoy dressing me. A deep-blue dress caught my eye.
The tags were still attached.
Refusing to look at the price, I lifted the dress in front of me in the full-length mirror, thinking how spectacular his shopper was, even better than I was at getting my size right. Truthfully, I wasn’t a big shopper. If buying me clothes made Damien happy, and at the same time kept me out of the shops, it was a win-win situation.
Damien met me in the bathroom as I was applying lipstick.
“I just spoke to Julia. I think I know your confidential news.”
I met his stare in the mirror. “Moon Medical.”