Damon's POV
After our passionate encounter, I watched my little one compose herself and settle back in her seat. What was this woman doing to me? I was utterly done for, hopelessly addicted to her. We were parked on the shoulder of a deserted road outside the city limits. It took several moments before my brain started functioning properly again.
"I should make you ride me right here and now," I said, studying her face and trying to decipher what was happening in that mysterious mind of hers. "What's come over you? Dean't misunderstand me—I'm not complaining in the slightest. Feel free to surprise me like this anytime, but that was incredibly bold, especially considering you only had one glass of champagne today." I chuckled, recalling the first time she'd gone down on me, requiring liquid courage in the form of whiskey.
"You're transforming me, making me bold," she replied with newfound confidence.
