An Heir for the Billionaire
His jaw clenched, scared he would embarrass himself and get a full on boner like some teenager just by looking at her.
    "You know... You're like the old Damon, but the 2.0 deluxe version."
    Chuckling, Damon raised a brow up at her. "Never been called that before." Her eyes began to roam his body, wandering up his thighs to pause at his semi-erect dick. Not wanting her to focus on his torso, Damon dove into the water and began to swim towards hers.
    As he reached the bar, he emerged from the water, but didn't pull himself up onto the landing. Instead, he crossed his arms over the side and accepted her offered beer. Opening the top he placed the cap beside him and took a long drink.
    "Come on up." She patted the empty spot beside her. "I want to examine that body of yours a little closer."
    That's what I'm afraid of. "I'm fine."
    She grinned and chuckled softly. "Are you becoming shy or something? I've already seen ya." She motioned towards herself, "and if you hadn't noticed I'm not exactly clothed."
    He let his eyes stroll their way over her body, admiring her. His dick went from semi-hard to rock solid by the time his dark eyes met her blue ones, a brow cocked at her. "Oh, believe me. I've noticed. I never remembered you being such a little exhibitionist."
    She groaned loudly. "And you call me a princess." She placed her wine cooler beside her and leapt into the water.
    Still holding onto the platform, Damon pushed back slightly and looked around him trying to see her under the water. A hand touched his calf, then thigh. Her other hand grasped his cock and stroked him several times before releasing him, making him suck in his breath through clenched teeth, his body tensing. She broke the surface of the water in front of him, placing herself between him and the platform.
    She brushed her wet hair out of her face and wiped the excess water from her face, taking a deep breath in. Her make-up had run slightly leaving streaks of black under her eyes and cheeks, he was surprised at how sexy it looked, like a woman who'd been thoroughly fucked. Face grew deathly serious as she caught his eyes. "Can I ask you something Damon?"
    Ahhh fuck. The scar. She must have seen it . His expression darkened. Might as well get it over with. A part of him was actually relieved; at least it was going to be out in the open.

Chapter 9

    She wasn't used to being so brazen, but this was Damon so to hell with it. If she couldn't be comfortable enough to be herself, say what she felt, and ask for what she wanted from him then when could she? Right?
    She slipped her arms around his neck, pressing her body tight to him, and using his body to keep her afloat and upright. "So what does a girl have to do to get some action around here?"
    Damon's mouth dropped for a moment; snapping it shut, a grin tugged at the corners of his lips and she felt his rock hard erection jerking against her stomach. He cocked a brow at her, giving her that sexy grin of his that made her heart thump frantically in her chest.
    "Now, what would you mean by action, Miss Alexander?"
    What a bugger. He's going to make me beg .
    She grazed her lips across his. "I mean, I've been throwing myself at you all day and you keep brushing me off."
    "In my defence, the last time was Ralph's fault."
    Katrina fought back the urge to laugh. Instead, she sighed and brushed her lips along the side of his neck and was delighted to feel him tremble against her. "But Ralph isn't here now."
    He groaned softly, his body tensing against hers. "No, he's not."
    Once she reached his collarbone, she ran a string of butterfly kisses back up his neck, across his jaw and to his lips again. She lifted her eyes back up to meet his and kissed his lips softly once more. "So what do I have to do?" She pressed tighter to him, her breasts crushing against his thick, sculpted chest.
    He growled, low in the back of his throat. "What you're doing now might work."
    She slipped one of her hands between them and grasped his

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