The Devil's Game by Alex Strong Page A

her nails into his chest. She rocked harder against him and felt the fire ignite in her belly, extending all the way to her toes, her fingers, even her cheeks, as she arched her back. Damien kept his grip on her hips, kept her moving, and she thought it would never end. She didn’t want it to end. But it did, and as it faded away, she slowed down, trying to catch her breath.
    She leaned forward and kissed him.
    “You’re not done already, are you?” he asked.
    “Not even close,” she purred.
    As she sat up and rocked against him again, she knew she was already close. What was it about him that elicited the fire from her so quickly? Each one came quicker than the last and still she wanted just one more—each time, Damien obliged until she barely had the energy to move with him. He rolled her easily onto her back, taking advantage of the spacious bed, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he quickly moved in and out of her, finally succumbing to his own climax.
    She looked up into his eyes as he breathed heavily above her, a light sheen on his face. He shook his head slightly.
    “What?” she asked with a frown.
    “Just thinking how beautiful you look right now,” he said with a grin.
    “I can only imagine what a hot mess I must look like right now.”
    “You’re right about the hot part,” he said and she laughed.
    He kissed her before rolling back onto the bed and Karina slid out of it, intending to head back to her room to rinse off some of the sweat.
    “Where are you going?” he asked, reaching across the bed for her.
    “To my room. I need a shower.”
    “Use mine.”
    “Are you going to join me?” she asked.
    “I’m not sure if I can stand on my own two feet right now.”
    “Well you’ll know where to find me,” she said, walking into his bathroom and leaving the door open.
    “Give me a minute to gather my strength first,” he sighed.
    Karina turned on the water, giggling. She loved the idea of wearing him out. The water warmed quickly and she stepped in, expecting Damien to be right behind her. When she finally realized he wasn’t coming, she turned off the water and grabbed a towel. She walked back into the room to find Damien in exactly the same position she had left him in. Realizing now that she really had exhausted him, she pulled the twisted comforter up over him as best she could and kissed his cheek before returning to her room.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Change of Plans
     
     
    When Karina came down the next morning, she was surprised to see Damien’s place setting still untouched—she had beaten him down to breakfast. Not by much, though, because he came striding in only a couple minutes behind her.
    “Good morning,” he drawled as he sat down.
    “Good morning,” she said with a smile. “How’d you sleep?”
    “Like a rock. I can’t believe I fell asleep on you last night. I had every—”
    Romi walked in, cutting him off. No one said anything as she brought out the jug of fresh orange juice.
    “Thank you, Romi,” he said before she walked away. “I had every intention of joining you in the shower,” he whispered when she left the room again. “I closed my eyes for a second and next thing I knew, it was morning and you were gone.”
    “I suppose you’ll just have to make it up to me then,” she said, leaning in close to him.
    “What did you have in mind?”
    “Hmm…” Karina gazed out the window behind Damien and saw the open water. “What if you take me out on the boat again?”
    The corner of his mouth went up, revealing a dimple. “That sounds like a great idea.” He looked at his watch. “We just have to be back by four,” he said with a frown.
    “Why is that?”
    “I’m flying up to New York tonight.”
    Now she frowned. “Why?”
    “I have a meeting tomorrow. It’s easier if I fly up the night before. I’ll be back tomorrow night.”
    “Will you do me a favor?” she asked.
    “Anything,” he said.
    “Will you have Tom give