Chapter 52

Damien But I took action. I scooped Nicole up in my arms, kicked the closet door shut behind us. And I carried her to the center display cabinet. She let out a startled gasp, instinctively wrapping her arms around my neck to steady herself. "Let's try it here," I growled against her ear, my voice rough with need. She stiffened slightly, that predictable flicker of hesitation flashing across her face. But her legs tightened around me, and her fingers curled into my shirt. “Someone could walk in,” she whispered, her voice breathy, but not objecting. I looked her straight in the eyes. “Let them.” Nicole’s blush bloomed like wildfire—starting at her cheeks, spreading down her neck and across her collarbone. "Damien, we're in the—" She never finished her sentence as I captured her mouth with mine. My hands already tearing at the thin fabric of her dress. Her tits spilled into my hands, and I squeezed, earning a sharp, delicious cry that went straight to my groin. My fingers hooked into her