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  Getting to the bank of telephones that he was just at, she pulls him against her body. His erection is hard against her stomach as she whispers, “Meet me in the ladies room. I want you so bad right now.”

  Casting a wicked grin towards him, she smoothes her skirt and heads to the bathroom where she will wait for him. She can see his grin, hot and full of need, and his gaze practically burns into her ass as she leaves. God, he is so fucking hot!

  Pushing open the door of the airport bathroom, Mia glances around to find all the stalls empty and no surveillance cameras in the room. He might be seen coming in, but hopefully they will be finished before security notices...although the possibility of getting caught is adding to the desire burning throughout her body.

  The door opens behind her, and she glances in the mirror to find Damon. His eyes are burning with need, and she feels the same need burning in her. Turning, she motions to the largest stall in the room and walks towards it, throwing an enticing swing to her hips.

  Damon growls and crosses the room quickly. Pinning her against him, he locks the door of the stall behind them as his hands run along her stomach. Mia shivers in delight as tiny bolts of electricity hum through her body from each spot that Damon touches. She can feel his cock pressed against her butt, and she presses against it, exciting another growl from him.

  His hands slide up her stomach and he caresses the underside of her breasts through the fabric of her blouse. “I want to feel you naked,” he hisses into her ear as she gyrates against him.

  “I want that, too,” she groans and undoes her buttons.

  Pushing aside the silky fabric, he cups her breasts—she is so glad she wasn’t wearing a bra. His thumbs flick her nipple, and she jerks back against his solid chest. He pinches the nipple, drawing a gasp from Mia, before he soothes the tortured flesh with his fingertips. His hand slides down to the edge of her skirt, and she shivers as goose flesh covers her skin.

  Pulling the skirt up, Damon palms her pussy, and she rocks against his hand as his fingers tease the sensitive bud through the fabric. His fingers twist in her panties, and she gasps when he tears the fabric, ripping them from her body.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he growls, and she moans in protest when his fingers leave her body.

  She can feel him struggling with his pants, but then his hard shaft is naked against her ass as he grinds into it. He pushes her forward until her hands are splayed against the wall in front of her and she is bent slightly at the waist. His fingers tickle the flesh between her legs, squeezing her clit and making her groan even louder as heat spreads through her body.

  His cock brushes her entrance, and then it is shooting up into her. He fills her completely as his cock slides in to the hilt, and she fights back the scream that is threatening to sound. He stops when he is completely buried and waits as her body slowly begins to accept his girth.

  Damon bites at the back of her neck gently, and she closes her eyes as his hand wraps around the front of her and pinches her clit between his fingers. She practically melts against him, and that is when he starts moving.

  Sliding his cock out of her slowly, he slams back into her as his fingers squeeze her clit. Light dances before her closed eyes, and she is caught up in the movement. Caught up in the sweet delight of Damon making love to her. Forgetting where they are, her moans grow louder as the desire grows in her like a tight coil. She can feel her orgasm just out of reach, and she rocks back against Damon, urging him to move faster and harder into her.

  The lights become a firework display in her vision, and then the coil snaps, her body going stiff as she screams out her orgasm. Damon’s free hand wraps around her lips stifling the scream as his own, whispered yell echoes in the stall.

  Another wild orgasm hits her as she feels Damon’s cum coat her hot walls and her pussy clamps around his thick shaft, milking every last drop from him. She shudders and collapses forward, but Damon’s strong embrace catches her before she falls.

  Smiling, she stands up and looks behind her. Damon’s eyes are filled with love, and she knows that no matter what, Damon will always be there to catch her if she falls.

  Chapter Three

  The cool air of Chicago nips at Mia’s skin as she hurries along towards the condo where she and Damon are now living. Despite being in constant fear of being discovered, or worse, of having the police realize that her house has been “cleaned,” Mia has loved being alone with Damon.

  For the first few days, they had gone from hotel to hotel. Never staying in the same place more than a night, since Damon was always worried that his gang would figure out where he was. He spent his days away from her while she lounged by the pool or watched movies in the room. He had been adamant that she stay put in the hotel.

  Where Damon went during the day, she wasn’t sure, and part of her felt angry about it. How could he abandon her every day when her life was as threatened as his? How could he leave when she needed him by her side? But the other part, the rational part that had steered her through a lot of crap in her life, knew that he was going to dangerous places and he wanted to keep her safe and away from that part of his life.

  She hated it. Hated having to wait for him and wonder if he was going to get killed. He was meeting with people who could help them get away if his plan to leave the gang didn’t work. She knew it was necessary, but it still tortured her.

  Pushing open the door to the building, she smiles at the security in the lobby and heads for the elevator. They eye her suspiciously at first and then smile, “Can we help you with your bags Mrs. Turner?”

  Mia blushes at the offer and the name. It still feels wonderfully strange to call herself Mrs. Damon Turner, but Damon had said it was better if they let people think they were married. It wasn’t too hard to pretend. If truth be told, she would probably marry him if he asked. Shaking her head, Mia says, “No thank you. I have them.”

  Punching the elevator button, Mia shifts the grocery bags so they are comfortable and waits. The condo they live in is worth millions and she can’t believe that Damon could afford it. When he had finally taken her here about a month ago, he admitted that he bought the place years ago. It was one of his secret hideaways that the gang didn’t know about. He had several around the world, but he loved the seasons of Chicago.

  The elevator door slid open, and Mia stepped in before hitting the button for the penthouse. It really was a nice building and being with Damon was even nicer. She had asked him why they had stayed at hotels if he had this place. His answered had been simple...he needed to make sure that no one knew about this condo.

  Since they had moved in, Mia’s life had gained a lot of freedom. The first few days, he had asked her to stay in the condo while he was gone. He still went out daily for one meeting after another, and she found the monotony of being cramped into one space wearing on her, so she set up her online studies. Once she was back doing her schoolwork, she felt herself sliding into the rhythm of her new life.

  Days were spent cooking, cleaning, and studying, and after a week, she was allowed to finally leave the apartment. She would explore Chicago, take in the tourist sites, the museums, the shops, and then she would come home to make dinner and catch up on her schoolwork.

  Damon would be there in the evenings. His eyes following her, his smile warming her as they prepared dinner together. She would find herself watching his athletic back as he chopped vegetables for their salad or washed the dishes. She loved the way it looked, the way it felt under her hands when they made love.

  Sometimes, he would catch her staring at him and drop whatever he was working on. He would stalk her across the condo, his eyes burning with desire as she fled, giggling as he chased her like a predator chasing down his prey. When he finally caught her, he would lift her up and ravish her body right there. They never made it to the bedroom.

  At times like that, the sex was hot, wild, and as untameable as him. He would pound into her as she raked her nails across his back. He would
devour her on the table, the floor, or against the wall while she writhed in ecstasy, caught up by the passion between them.

  Then there were times when they would make it through the night and tumble into bed together. Lovemaking was sweeter in the bed, as if he was a different man. He would kiss her and draw out her pleasure with a slow sweetness that stole her breath and her heart. They would come together with whispered sighs, and he would shower her with devotion.

  The ding of the elevator as it came to a stop pulled her from her thoughts, and she found her body responding to her memories. Her nipple rubbed against the bags in her arms and sent sparks of desire shooting through her. God, she had no control on her body anymore. It was like she was made specifically for Damon’s desires.

  Opening the apartment door, fear shoots through her and sends her against the hallway wall. There is someone in the apartment! Glancing at her watch, Mia fought back the bile rising in her throat. Damon wasn’t supposed to be back for another three hours! How had the person slipped past security?

  Fumbling with her purse and bags, Mia silently places the bags on the ground and reaches into her purse. When they had arrived in Chicago, Damon had given her new pepper spray and a small pistol. Both were secured in her purse, but she only knew how to use the one—Damon hadn’t taken her out yet to practice shooting.

  Pulling the pepper spray from her purse, she uncaps it and slowly slides up the hallway. She can hear whoever it was in the kitchen and part of her brain was screaming to run away and call the police. But what if it was someone who knew Damon and was here to help?

  If she went downstairs, security would wonder what was going on and she couldn’t ask them to call the police. Police would be bad, since that would raise a lot of questions she couldn’t answer.

  Instead, she shuffles along the hallway, heading towards the kitchen where she can hear the intruder. She breathes in a steadying breath and ignores the way her heart is pounding in her chest. She is positive that whoever is in there can hear it, since the beat is like a drum in her own ears.

  Biting her lip, she closes her eyes and steels herself for what is about to happen. Rounding the corner, she raises the pepper spray and releases the button sending a spray of liquid through the air.

  Damon turns at the same moment that Mia yells in horror. Dropping the pepper spray, she sighs in relief when the spray just misses him, but her eyes begin to water as the whole kitchen fills with the noxious spray.

  His eyes are filled with worry when he takes in Mia’s pale features and the way she slumps against the wall. Clutching her chest, tears slide down her face, and she is not sure if it is worry, relief, or the strong scent of the pepper spray that sends the tears flooding down her cheeks.

  Crossing the room in two strides, Damon cups Mia’s face in his hands and kisses her eyelids. “What’s wrong? What happened?” he asks.

  The words catch in her throat, and suddenly, all the terror of the last month comes swamping over her. Despite pretending to be fine, nothing is fine yet. Sure, she is falling deeply in love with Damon, but everything about that love is wrong.

  He’s a criminal...

  He’s a hired assassin...

  He’s her stepbrother...

  Each thought sends another shattering sob through her, and she can’t fight it or Damon, who has wrapped her up in his arms. “Mia, tell me what happened!”

  Struggling through her sobs, Mia says, “No...nothing happened. I thought...I thought you were an intruder. I was so scared.”

  “It was just me, Mia,” he soothes as he lifts her up and carries her to the sofa, “You are safe here, no one knows that we are here.”

  Nodding, Mia continues to sob as she buries her face into his chest. His warm scent buries into her senses and blocks out the harsh scent of the pepper spray. He carefully sets her down and kisses her before he walks towards the door.

  Mia watches as he walks down the hall, and she can hear him picking up her bags and closing the front door. The sound of the lock sliding into place calms her nerves a bit.

  Damon comes into sight again as he drops the bags onto the kitchen counter. Then he pulls out a glass and fills it with water from the fridge before returning to her. The normalcy of the act is heart wrenching. This should be normal; it shouldn’t feel strange for the man she loves to comfort her, but a part of it does.

  Mia takes the offered glass and takes a long drink of the cool water. It soothes her sore throat and helps her calm the sobs that are still gently shaking her shoulders. She passes the glass back to him, and Damon sets it on the coffee table before he sits down and pulls her into his lap.

  His hand smoothes down her hair and slides against her back. She feels her body react to him immediately, and the throbbing in her center makes her squirm in his lap. It is clear that he is just as aroused as she is by the slight touching, but he doesn’t act on it. Instead, he continues to soothe her, and the minutes slowly tick away as her sobs finally stop and her eyes are dry.

  “Now tell me what this is all about,” he says after Mia has been quiet for a while.

  “I don’t know,” she says and pulls away from him so she can look up into his face. “I was just scared. I heard someone in the house and knew you shouldn’t be back so early. I thought...I thought it was like it was at my apartment.”

  “So why did you come rushing into the kitchen?” he asks, and she can tell from the tick in his jaw that he wasn’t happy about what she did.

  “Because I didn’t want to mess things up by calling the police.” Fresh tears sting her eyes as all her emotions come flooding back. “Damon, I don’t know what we are doing here. I don’t know what you are doing. I know that you have full control of the situation and you have full control of me, but when you’re gone...I feel...I feel scared.”

  Damon’s hands still on her back, and he doesn’t say anything as Mia listens to her words echoing in her mind. To fill the silence growing between them, she says, “I think what we are doing is wrong. I mean, I love you touching me, making love to me. I want you with me, but you’re my stepbrother.”

  And there it is again. The elephant in the room that she has been avoiding for the last month. Despite her resolve to ignore the fact that Damon’s father is married to her mom, it is still there, at the back of her mind. They can pretend to be married. They can pretend to be like every other couple, but they aren’t, and they will never be.

  He stiffens under her, and she feels his erection go soft. “That doesn’t matter,” he growls. Apprehension trickles into her blood, and she looks at him startled. His eyes are filled with anger, and his hands tighten on her shoulders as he turns her to face him.

  “I am not your stepbrother in any way, except by the inconvenient fact that your mother married my father when I was practically an adult. We aren’t related in any way. We never had feelings like we were siblings, and we never, fucking, grew up together.” He punctuated every statement with a small shake of her shoulders and tears sprung to Mia’s eyes.

  “As far as I am concerned, you are my woman,” he growls before searing her lips with his kiss. Mia closes her eyes on the sensations filling her body. She knows without a doubt that she is his woman, that none of the rest matters, but she can’t quite convince her heart.

  His fingers dig into her skin, and her eyes open with alarm. “You’re hurting me Damon,” she gasps.

  His eyes soften as he shakes his head. It’s as if he is clearing the anger from his mind before he slowly releases his hold on her. He doesn’t apologize, simply pulls her closer to him while the marks from where his fingers were feel like a brand on her skin. She is his...completely.

  After a few moments, he says, “Look, I know this bothers you, but this is between us. The rest of the world can go to hell. What we have is special, and I feel like you are my soul mate Mia. I don’t think I could live without you loving me.”

  Wiping the tears from her eyes, she looks up at him, her heart swelling at his words. God, she t
ruly loves this man. “I don’t think I could live without you either,” she whispers.

  His smile is bittersweet as his thumb caresses her lower lip. “I know that I come with a lot of shit, Mia. I am trying to straighten that out, but before I do, you need to straighten your head around us being stepsiblings. I have done a lot of research on this, and what we are doing is not illegal. It can be taboo, but it is actually more common than you think.”

  Mia’s eyes widen in disbelief.

  “Don’t look so surprised. You aren’t a freak, you aren’t weird. This is something that happens all the time, and plenty of stepsiblings get married. We can be husband and wife if you want that with me and we can have kids. If our parents can’t deal with it or be happy for us, then we will create our own family, just the two of us and all the children we bring into the world.”

  Mia’s smile is bright and practically blinds Damon as she says, “Really!? You want to have kids with me?”

  Damon chuckles, “You have to ask that? Of course I do!”

  Pulling her into a kiss, his tongue plays at the edge of her mouth until she opens for him. He sweeps his tongue into her mouth and licks across her teeth before their tongues meet and begin sparring. She sinks into his embrace and twists around until she is straddling him. His hard shaft digs into her pussy, and she rotates her hips until his bulge is pressing against her clit.

  Desire sends arcs of lightening through her, and she deepens the kiss as she slides her arms around his neck and thrusts her fingers into his hair. She loves the silky waves of hair, but what she loves more is the taste of him.

  Slowly, she slips her hands down to his chest and begins unbuttoning his dress shirt. She breaks the kiss and nibbles her way down to his neck where she licks and bites at the skin, teasing new sounds from Damon as his erection presses into her clit.

  As she spreads his shirt open, she places a kiss to his chest before she licks his nipple. Damon jerks at the sensation, and she chuckles as she sucks his nipple between her teeth, grazing the hard nub as she does. Sucking in his breath, Damon runs his hands through her hair, which has grown slightly longer since they came to Chicago.