The light of the morning sun peaked through the blinds, gently caressing over Mikayla's skin. Damien had woken up a few minutes ago and he could not help but admire her as she slept on her back, her long dark lashes caressing the top of her cheeks while her long curls were fanned out on the pillow beneath her.

The way the sun danced over her body left him speechless. The light seemed to turn her brown skin almost into an enchanting golden bronze, which made his heart skip a beat. He was falling in love with her. This was a realisation that he had made since his embarrassing outburst with David Pierce at their meeting in New York.

Of course, when he had first laid eyes on her nine months ago it had been lust at first sight. But with each of their encounters while she had worked at Northefielde's, he found himself becoming more and more interested in her as a person and not just because of her curves.

"Such lovely curves at that," he softly said to himself

Mikayla shifted slightly in her sleep. The sheet fell away from her chest, causing her large breasts to be on full display. Once again, the way the sunlight washed over her body, Damien could not help but be transfixed by her figure, her dark nipples just begging to be kissed.

Since Mikayla had started working for Damien, he had realised that over time, his lust-filled feelings began to evolve into something more. He admitted to himself that he was smitten, not just with her body but by the woman who it belonged to. She respected him, yet had no problems in telling him when he was out of line. He appreciated that the most about her. People usually cowered beneath his power and gave into his every demand.

Not Mikayla however. Even though she was strong willed, she had come to him and had asked for a job, abandoning her pride to do so. Perhaps it had been in that moment that his lust had started evolving, but it did not really matter now.

Their relationship had changed last night and he was not about to go spewing words of love so soon. He was a man after all, and as such, his ego could not handle the rejection if she did not feel the same way. Although a part of him knew that she did. It was hard for him to explain, but his instincts had never been wrong.

Damien had never felt this way about a woman before. He had felt something slightly close once. Unfortunately, she had just been after his money, which he thankfully had noticed before his feelings had had a chance to fully develop. A part of him wished that Mikayla was more impressed by his wealth; he was not sure how to show her affection without throwing money around. He was happy that she had enjoyed the dinner last night, he just needed to continue to find a middle ground between grandeur and simplicity.

"Baby steps I suppose," he said to himself, as he could not help himself anymore and reached out with his left hand to gently caress her right breast.

Moving slightly closer, Damien leaned down to kiss her skin. The touch of his lips slowly roused Mikayla out of her sleep, her eyes blinking a few times as she focused her gaze on him.

"Good morning beautiful," Damien softly said, his aquamarine eyes looking up at her.

Mikayla's reply got caught in her throat. She wondered how it was that he managed to make her speechless even after all they've done. The way the sunlight shone into the room and cascaded over his smooth and fair skin, made his beautiful eyes pop even more.

She saw him smiling up at her before he slowly moved in for a kiss. She could feel his breath upon her skin and, without any hesitation, she grabbed the sheet and fell back off the bed. She wanted to put some distance between them, as she pulled the material up to her face like a mask covering her mouth.

"How is it that you don't have morning breath!" Mikayla's eyes widened in surprise.

At first Damien had been confused when she had suddenly pulled away from his incoming kiss, momentarily causing him to wonder if she might be having second thoughts about last night. However, the words that came out her mouth were so unexpected that he could not help but laugh loudly.

"Oh Mikayla! Come here," he attempted to make a grab at her so he could pull her back in for a kiss.

Mikayla jumped back from the bed and frowned as she stood out of reach, wrapping the sheet around her. "I'm serious, you may not have morning breath, but I definitely have dragon breath first thing in the morning, so there will be no kissing until I brush my teeth!"

Groaning inwardly, Damien lay back on the bed uncovered, his morning erection standing up brazenly while being bathed in the morning sunlight. "Fiiiine, there's extra toothbrushes in the cabinets," he said while eyeing her sheet wrapped body, "and for the record, my breath may not stink but my mouth can feel a bit dry."

"Pffft! And you were intending on kissing me with that mouth? Not a chance!" Mikayla gave him a look as she headed out towards the master bathroom, her next words thrown over her shoulder, "If you want a kiss you better brush your teeth as well."

"This woman..." Damien mumbled with a smile as he all but ran after her, his body proud and naked.

After brushing their teeth, Damien turned and grabbed her, pulling the sheet free from her body as he kissed her soundly, "So does that mean no morning sex ever, unless we brush?" his eyes doing a bit of a puppy dog imitation.

"I never said that, I just said no kissing. I mean it, if you ever got a whiff of the dragon you'd go running," she said jokingly though being honest, "I have stomach acid issues, some days are better than others."

Smiling gently down at her as his hands play with her dishevelled hair, "Oh my beautiful petit oiseau des îles, you sleep with your mouth slightly open," his lips moved to graze over hers once more, "I've already met the dragon, it's not so bad. Besides, if you're really shy about it, we can always get you a breath spray to keep on the bedside table so you won't have to run off and leave me."

Mikayla stiffened slightly then muttered, "Kill me now!" She did not fail to notice his comment about leaving stuff over by him. Wanting to clarify, she asked in a joking manner, "Was that code for letting me know that you're making space in one of your drawers for me?"

"It wasn't code my dear. I am openly saying that you should definitely leave some clothes here, and I'll leave you a whole closet, not just a drawer." Damien said with a smile, as there was no point in dancing around the topic.

In fact, now that he thought about it, he should have proposed that she moved into his penthouse instead of a separate apartment.

"I'm such an idiot!" he grumbled as he mentally kicked himself, but nothing before its time.

Mikayla liked the idea. So, not wanting to ruin the moment, she simply nodded.

Damien continued to smile, understanding her nod and kissed her again as he led her to the shower, "Come, let's freshen up, I want to take you out for breakfast."

Mikayla tied her hair up before she entered and turned on the shower as Damien closed the glass door behind them. She leaned herself into the warm water and sighed as it hit her skin.

"Last night was amazing by the way," he said as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his body against hers, bringing her back against his chest.

Mikayla nodded shyly, "Yes, yes it was," her palms ran along the skin of his forearm.

Turning her to face him, Damien leaned down and kissed her passionately, "God I love kissing you," he murmured, as he picked her up and held her against the beautifully tiled wall.

Instinctively, Mikayla wrapped her legs around him as they continued to kiss, water running down their faces, "And I love feeling you inside me," she replied.

Damien had planned to take her slowly, teasing them both, though the need in her voice unleashed something inside of him. He moved his hips so that he gradually entered into her, and once he felt himself fully situated inside of her, he pulled out a bit, then with one powerful thrust, buried himself inside of her again, causing Mikayla to cry out as her head tilted back against the wall. Damien loved the way she felt around him. After tasting her last night, he knew that he would never be able to be without the feeling of her again.

Mikayla was lost in the haze of passion. She enjoyed the way Damien felt as he filled her with his hard length over and over again, her nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as her body tingled.

She moaned, "Harder Damien, please."

He did not need to be told twice and he grunted as he pushed himself into her repeatedly. His lips moved forward to kiss the skin of her neck, rubbing his facial hair against her. Damien craved her release. He could remember the look on her face last night as she climaxed, a look of disbelief coupled with intense pleasure.

It was clear that he had been the first man to make her orgasm like that, and he intended to be the last.

With her head leaning against the wall, his lips attacked the exposed skin of her neck, leaving small marks before moving back to devour her lips, drinking in her moans. The way her entire body reacted to him only fuelled his desire to claim her fully as his. With each thrust forward, he felt himself getting lost in a maze that he never wanted to come out of, Mikayla was his.

"She just doesn't know it yet," he growled incoherently as his hips began to move faster.

The need for her consumed him as they got lost in each other's embrace. Damien's movements drove her closer to the edge as her moans grew louder and louder until she screamed out his name in pleasure, with him following behind her as he filled her with his release. Damien kissed her once more as he lowered her feet back onto the floor.

"Okay, time for breakfast," she grinned.

"A woman after my own heart," he said as they finished their shower.

Mikayla got out and dried her skin, then wrapped herself in one of Damien's bathrobes. Moving back into the master bedroom, she gathered her clothes and folded everything into her dress like a makeshift pouch.

"I'll meet you in the lobby in about twenty minutes yea? I'm going to go change back in my flat," she said as she picked up her shoes.

Damien nodded and kissed her once more as she left, liking the fact that she did not feel ashamed to go back to her apartment dressed in nothing but a bathrobe. Then again no one else would be coming up to these last two top floors especially as the Buchanan's were still on vacation.

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Mikayla and Damien followed the waiter who led them into a nice corner seat of a fancy looking café-restaurant.

"When you said breakfast, I thought you meant simple pancakes and eggs," Mikayla said softly, after the waiter had handed them their menus and walked off.

"You can get eggs here," Damien smiled back at her.

She grumbled as she opened the menu, "I meant normal ones." Her facial expression relaxed a bit as she noted the prices, "Odd, I assumed that it would have been more expensive, given the décor of the place."

"See! So quick to judge," he teased her as he admired her attire.

Mikayla had combed her hair into a ponytail, her mass of messy curls trailing down the back of the thin, white bohemian-style linen shirt. She had paired it with black leggings and cute black espadrilles flat shoes.

"Did I ever tell you that I love it when you wear leggings?" Damien inquired, as he sat and studied her.

She had been combing through the menu, deciding what to eat, when she heard his comment about leggings. It caused her to bite her bottom lip a bit as her eyes raised to his.

"Did I ever tell you that I never knew you could be such a perv?" Mikayla watched him, loving the way he looked when he dressed in casual attire.

Damien wore a grey-striped polo shirt with charcoal-coloured chinos and grey suede loafers. Mikayla admired the way the pants clung to his strong thighs and how the line of his bicep printed out against the short sleeve. The images caused her mind to drift back to earlier this morning, when her legs were wrapped around his waist, those same strong arms holding her tightly up against the wall. The sound of Damien's laugh brought her out of her thoughts.

"I'm your perv," he winked.

The waiter returned and took their orders. Within a few minutes, they were enjoying a most delicious breakfast. Mikayla had chosen fried haggis and Duck Eggs with a whisky sauce while Damien settled on the smoked haddock kedgeree.

"My word," Mikayla mumbled as she ate, "I'm so pissed that I never bothered to check this place out to see what the food costs. This breakfast is amazing! I have to bring Hannah."

"Hannah?" Damien asked curiously.

"My best friend," her next words were unconsciously said out loud, "Oh shit! I completely forgot to message her this morning!"

Mikayla put her cutlery down and rummaged through her bag for her phone. She saw that she had some unread messages from her best friend.

The latest message from Hannah read, "Soooo, how was the penissssssss?"

The words caused Mikayla to break out in a wide smile which she immediately tried to hide.

With quick fingers, Mikayla typed a reply, "Amazing, I'll fill you on the details tomorrow!"

Damien's face was filled with amusement as she saw Mikayla trying to cover a smile while she replied to whatever message was on her phone.

"Letting her know how incredible last night was?" he asked.

"How did you..." Mikayla's voice trailed off.

Smiling proudly, he winked, "I didn't, you just told me."

"Ass," she grumbled as she resumed eating.

They had been chatting idly as they drank the rest of their coffee. Damien's right hand was resting on top of her left hand, his thumb absentmindedly caressing the skin on the back of her hand, causing her to shiver ever so often. He was laughing at one of her jokes when they were suddenly interrupted by someone, the voice causing Mikayla's face to pale.