Platinum (All That Glitters #3) (26 page)

DAMON HAD ALREADY STAYED
a week longer than he’d expected. It was a lot more work than he’d thought it would be, and Chloe had been introducing him to a lot more people. But he had been prompt in calling Trihn every single day, which lessened her stress.

Stacia was right. After Trihn’s breakdown at Posse, she’d seen it with clearer eyes the next morning. She was letting her past relationships cloud this perfectly good one, and if she didn’t stop, she was going to lose Damon over her own foolishness.

Damon would get back when he got back. It was about time for his call again anyway. Trihn had her phone near her, but she was working diligently on some last-minute changes to one of her skirts. Everything had to be turned in for final approval on Monday, and then she could have her photo shoot and work on getting the models ready for the runway. Thankfully, Francesca had agreed to help.

When the phone rang, Trihn smiled brightly. “Hey you,” she answered.

“Oh, man, I have missed that voice.”

She laughed. “I miss you, too. How were your meetings today?”

“Long and tedious. If I have to make small talk with one more person, I’m going to stab myself in the eyes.”

“Don’t do that,” she said. “You’ll mess up your pretty face.”

“Yeah, well, Los Angeles is its own beast. Not sure how I’d feel if I had to be there all the time.”

“You grew up in London and Las Vegas. Shouldn’t you be used to big cities?”

“Sure. But LA has its own flare. It makes me want to eat a cheeseburger,” he admitted with a chuckle.

“Cheeseburgers sound good.”

There was a knock at her door, and she sighed, wondering who was here so late at night.

Bryna and Stacia were gone for the NCA nationals, and Trihn had the apartment to herself. It was nice for the peace and quiet but not so much for strangers knocking on the door.

“Hey, hold on. Someone is at the door,” she said, cradling the phone between her face and shoulder.

“Oh, okay. Sure.”

She peered through the peephole, but no one was there. Then, she pulled the door open and nearly dropped the phone.

“Oh my God!” she shrieked. “What are you doing back already?”

Damon laughed and pulled her into his arms. “I wanted to surprise you!”

She jumped, wrapping her legs around his torso and kissing him hard on the mouth. He carried her through the front door and kicked it shut behind them. Without a word, he walked her through the house and into her bedroom.

She dropped to her feet in front of her bed, a huge smile plastered on her face. “God, I’ve missed you.”

“Good surprise?”

“The best.”

“Fuck, it is so good to see your beautiful face.” He cupped her face in his hands and tenderly kissed her, as if she were the very air he breathed and that kiss sustained him.

And then the tide broke.

He released her face and started tearing at her clothes. Her shirt and bra fell into a heap at the foot of the bed, and then he dropped to his knees, hungrily kissing his way down her front. He unbuttoned her jeans and dragged them down her legs. She stepped out of them, and his hands searched up her legs to her exposed inner thighs before spreading her legs further apart.

He buried his face against her lace thong and blew until she was squirming.

“Do you like that?” he growled, his voice deep and husky, his British accent rolling over every single word like a heated caress.

And just at his touch, she was on fire. Her body tightened, and when he slid her panties aside and pressed his fingers up inside her, she arched backward.

“Fuck,” she murmured. She was wet from just having him close. Her body responded to his demands.

“That is exactly what I intend on doing.”

He moved his fingers in and out of her, and then he slicked his thumb down her folds before pressing it to her clit. She moaned loudly, not realizing how much she had missed his touch until just that moment. She hadn’t been prepared for this, and now, her body was hyperaware of every move he made.

He circled his thumb against her clit until she felt her legs turn to Jell-O. She nearly collapsed forward onto him with the force of her orgasm.

Damon left a soft kiss on her thigh before removing her underwear completely. He lifted her, as if she were weightless, and set her down on the bed. She lay back flat, the remnant of her release still flowing through her body.

She watched him pull his black T-shirt over his head, revealing his six-pack abs beneath. His hands went to his belt buckle, yanking it free from his jeans. He folded his belt in half and snapped it together, making a loud thwack each time the sides met, and then he flicked her leg with it just hard enough to leave a biting sting on her thigh.

“Ow,” she said, her eyes wide.

He chuckled softly. “Careful now, or you’re going to deserve a lot more than that.”

Her mouth fell open in surprise.
Who is this gorgeous man in front of me?

He laughed at her expression and tossed the belt to the side.

“Guess you have some of that bad boy left in you, huh?”

Damon raised his eyebrows. “You bring it out of me, lover.”

He flicked the button on his jeans and then dragged them to the ground. His boxers followed until his dick was in full view before her.

“Come here,” he said, beckoning her over.

She crawled across the bed to him. He sat down and pulled her over on top of him. She straddled his body. His hands crawled up from her hips to her breasts. He brought his mouth down onto her nipple, and she felt the ache in her core start up all over again. He flicked his tongue across the erect ridge, circling and sucking. Then, he moved to the other one, and all the while, she felt heat pooling in her center.

Trihn twisted until she felt the tip of his dick pressing against her. She was all for the foreplay, but her body was demanding his attention. She circled her hips in an intricate dance, trying to get him inside of her. But he held her in place, only giving her an inch to try to get herself off.

“Fuck me. God, I need you,” she cried as he spent extra special attention on the other breast.

Damon looked up at her with a wicked, devious grin and then forced her down all the way onto his cock.

“
Oh
,” she breathed. She tilted her head back, letting her eyes close.

He bounced her up and down, thrusting up into her when their bodies met. “I’ve wanted to do this every day I’ve been gone.”

“Maybe you should be gone more often,” she joked.

“If you wanted it rough and dirty, all you had to do was ask.”

Her pussy clenched around him at the words, and it was his turn to groan. He slammed her back down on top of him, and then he seemed to lose all semblance of control. They moved together perfectly in sync. The days apart had made their desire that much more heightened.

“You take the reins,” he said, leaning back on the bed to watch her fuck him.

She pulled her hair over one shoulder and started bouncing up and down on his dick with force, her breasts moving with her. She could feel herself coming to the height of her climax once more. She rested her hand on his hard chest and rolled her hips.

“Oh, fuck,” he said. “Fuck. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever fucking seen in my life.”

She quirked a smile between heavy breaths. Then, he took her hips in his hands and rocked her down onto him harder and harder. She hit her release with a scream just as he came inside her. Her inner walls squeezed him tight until she collapsed forward on top of him.

He kissed her temple as they both lay there, panting.

“Wow,” she whispered. “I really missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

“I changed my mind. I don’t think you should leave again.”

He chuckled and lightly kissed her lips. “Hey.”

She glanced up at him through hooded eyes. “Hey.”

“I love you.”

Her heart stopped beating in her chest. “What?”

“I love you so much,” he repeated. He pushed her loose hair off her face and brought his lips to hers once more. “I’ve wanted to tell you every day, but I didn’t want to scare you. Trihn, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she whispered.

His smile lit up the world. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard.”

In the past, Trihn had been the first to say those words, and they had been her downfall. She knew then that part of her worry had been centered around those three words. Deep down, she had known that she felt that way about Damon, but she hadn’t wanted to fully commit to that if she were just going to get her heart broken.

But now, here they were, and she couldn’t take it back. She would never want to take those words back because they were the unequivocal truth.

She loved Damon Stone.

“
OH MY GOD
, I am never leaving you two alone ever again,” Trihn said to Damon and Eric.

They were currently
directing
the models around for her photo shoot.

Her designs had been approved earlier in the week, and she had gotten all the models together for the real deal now. Soon, she would have hundreds of pictures of her designs on gorgeous models. It was almost too hard to believe. But then she looked around the studio where all of her models were just arriving and realized it was very much her reality.

Since Bryna and Stacia were out of town, she had corralled Damon and Eric to help in their places. Unfortunately, that meant a whole lot of goofing off and not all that much actual work.

“You two are killing me,” she said.

“We’re just following orders,” Eric said.

“Yeah, Trihn. It’ll all happen just how you want it to,” Damon agreed.

“Plus, this one’s phone keeps going off every five minutes,” Eric said. “Makes it hard to pay attention and not goof off.”

Trihn raised her eyebrows.

Damon punched Eric. “Thanks for telling on me.”

Eric laughed and walked away to get more work done. Damon stepped up to Trihn with a sheepish grin on his face.

“I thought you were going to take this seriously.”

“Love, I am taking your work seriously. This is all fucking incredible. I’m so proud of you.”

She beamed. “Thanks. I can’t believe how great it’s all turning out.”

Damon’s phone dinged again, and he groaned, checking the display, before shoving it back into his pocket.

“Your phone never stops going off now.”

“I know,” he grumbled.

“So popular.”

“It was easier dealing with all of this in LA, but I wouldn’t trade being here with you for the world. I want to see your success as much as mine.” His phone pinged three times consecutively. “Fucking hell.”

“Maybe you should just silence it,” she suggested.

He looked down at his phone and apologetically back at her. “I’m waiting on a call from my agent. Chloe said that something was in the works and to wait to hear about it.”

“Just for a couple of hours?” she pleaded. “One hour?”

“You’re right,” he said automatically. He turned the ringer off and pushed the phone out of sight, unanswered. He pulled her forward by her belt loops and planted a kiss on her lips. “I want to be here for you, not halfway to LA.”

She leaned into him and sighed. Ever since he had gotten back from LA, they had been in this happy lovey-dovey honeymoon stage that she wouldn’t trade for anything.

“I wish we could stay in this moment forever,” she admitted.

He dropped his head so that he could whisper into her ear, “Well, I could think of a few other things we could be doing.”

She took a deep breath to try to calm down her racing heart. “Don’t tease me.”

“But it’s so much fun.”

“It’s sweet torture.” She took an unsteady step backward, remembering where she was.

Damon had a confident smile on his face. He knew exactly what he had done to her.

A minute later, Francesca came out of the dressing room in her first outfit—the black cutout dress that Trihn had worn to the Chloe concert.

“Wow,” Trihn breathed.

“This is fabulous,” Francesca said, twirling.

“Isn’t it great to see all your dreams realized?” Damon whispered.

“Is this what it feels like when you’re recording?” she asked in awe.

“Long hours. Big payoff.”

“That is definitely this feeling.” She pointed to another room. “Francesca, you can head in there. The photographer should be here any minute.”

Francesca winked and then headed into the other room.

Damon’s hands ran down Trihn’s sides. “I have to say it. That dress looked better laid out on the DJ booth while I fucked you.”

She shivered all over at his touch and the memory that came with it. At this rate, they would have to find a place for a quickie.

Eric appeared at that moment and motioned for a man to walk over to them. “Trihn, photographer is here,” he called.

“Thanks,” she said, sidestepping out of Damon’s arms.

“Trihnity,” the man said with a smile. He pulled her in for a hug. “I’ve missed you.”

Her eyes gleamed as she turned to Damon. “This is Gabriel. He came all the way from New York City for this.”

Gabriel stuck his hand out, and Damon took it.