Love Me

Jared held her hand as they left the apartment. He insisted that she should have a proper meal and dessert.

“Beautiful, you deserve it,” he breathed, chewing delicately on her earlobe.

Hearing him say that drove her mad. She wanted to hear and feel his voice all night, he drove her crazy and made her feel so wanted today—more than ever.

As they got into his car, Damaris saw a bus go by with a Mac ad that said, Love Me. She remembered Nars campaign for orgasm blushes, and liked the trend makeup was taking.

At the dinner table, he looked at her like he wanted her more than anything on the menu. Damaris knew she wanted him more than anything on the menu. She was so fixated on him, she wanted to be with him and keep being with him—she did not give a fuck about food. But she ate because she wanted to please him.

Pleasing him in all things was at the forefront of her desires—that was why he kept coming back.

“I know I am redundant but you are so beautiful I cannot keep my eyes off of you—I cannot even look at the menu because I cannot stop looking at you.” Damaris smiled as he talked, and he licked his lips like he wanted to devour her.

Would he please devour her?!

She played with her food, pushing each item from side to side. As if she was afraid to eat in front of him, but she did not she was so full with desire even after she had climbed peak after peak with Jared.

“So I talked to Nyla,” Jared started, and Damaris looked up. Her appetite was completely gone now. What had he and Nyla talked about? “I am going away for a month—for business. In Paris, and I want to take you…”

Damaris barely heard the details of the business part—even the money part which was stupid because it was an amount that she did not even imagine possible. It was enough that she would not have to work after for awhile. Nyla was astute. There were extras she had considered that Damaris would not even have dreamed of.

“Nyla said that from her end, everything is fine but I need to ask you. Are you free, can you go to Paris with me? I understand that I have to pay compensation for any clients you might have already…”

“I can go, I can go. I used to live in Paris.”

Jared raised his eyes at her with a silent ooh la la.

Damaris thought about when she lived in Paris and her supposed her perfect life there. Why did it feel now like this was her perfect life?

Going back to her apartment, she saw the same Mac ad while they were in the car. Jared’s hand between her legs, his mouth on her neck the soft, delicate part that made his touch between her legs feel like electricity. She gasped for breath so hard when she came that she thought she was going to pass out, her own red lips pressing against the window of the car as he loved her.

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