Free Damon [The Texas Senator's Sons 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Hennessee Andrews Page B

Regan about what it was like to grow up on a ranch and goofy stories about his brother Drew and shenanigans they pulled.
    Regan shared stories about being the daughter of two school teachers. How tough it was because she was expected to be at the top of the class, given her parents’ occupation and their ability to help her along. She told him about her dream to travel the world on one of those forty-five day trips and how it had been hard to keep that dream alive because she didn’t have anyone to share it with.
    The chatting turned to the club and their plan. They shared ideas and decided upon an ultimate goal by the end of the week. Both knew that the chances were slim given the short timeline, but Regan felt compelled to try her hardest, knowing how important it was for Damon to know for sure.
    When Regan yawned, Damon chuckled. “You better get some sleep, sweetheart.”
    “I know.” She yawned again.
    “I’m holding you in my arms, and my hand is caressing your face. You can feel the warmth of my body against yours. I whisper in your ear, ‘Good night beautiful. I will see you in the morning.’”
    Regan’s eyes fluttered, and a smile beamed across her face. “Good night, Damon, my sexy cowboy.”

Chapter Six
     
    Regan awoke stretching, her mind and body relaxed. She thought about the night before and grinned. It had been the most wonderful night she had ever spent on the phone or even with a man, for that matter. She pulled the blankets around her neck and snuggled into her pillow. This was the first time in years she hadn’t bolted out of bed with the sun and her mind racing through a schedule of events.
    With the shop covered for the week, she had time to put all her energy into the club, a dance routine, and finding out if Shay was a good girl or bad girl. Maybe Damon was a little overprotective of his brother, Drew. She had considered that aspect. After all, if his dad was gone a lot, Damon may have stepped up to look after him.
    Really, it didn’t matter. What mattered was Damon wanted to know, and Regan was happy and excited to help. She considered the money but really didn’t want it. The last few days had more than covered the bill.
    She had a quick breakfast and began to practice her routine. Six o’clock would come fast given she was on a deadline. The most important thing she had to accomplish was a believable routine and one that seemed as if she had some experience.
    “Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy),” played on her stereo while she danced. She thought it was very appropriate given the circumstances. Yes, she’d like to ride a cowboy all right. Her body swayed in time to the music. She thought about their phone sex and closed her eyes, allowing her desire to propel her movements. Her hips rocked as her hands slid down her chest to her stomach.
    Picturing Damon and recalling his voice helped her find her inner stripper. The steps came easily when she gave herself to the music and let it guide her. Her legs parted then slid down into the splits. She rolled forward onto her belly and pulled herself up off the floor onto her knees. She crawled forward and immediately snapped up to her knees in tune to the music. This was the part where she would take off her top, but since she was still wearing her pajamas she just pretended at this point and laughed through it.
    When the song ended she flopped back on her couch and giggled. She kind of felt goofy stripping alone in her living room. Oh well, she thought, and wiped the sweat from her forehead. At this point, the dancing didn’t bother her. It was a club full of men and other dancers with lots of experience that did. She hoped they wouldn’t see through her. If she could just learn the ropes tonight she’d be okay, she figured, and headed to her kitchen for a glass of water.
     
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    Damon checked out of the hotel and was thankful his stay was over, almost. He looked at his watch. He was expected to meet his brother and father for an