Damien picked up Mikayla from the shopping centre and listened to her rant from the time she got into the car until they entered the penthouse. He thought it was cute how she got all annoyed and worked up, her Caribbean accent shining through.

He did his best to calm her down, telling her to just ignore Bethany. After all, the girl may have been weird but so far, her behaviour was harmless.

Grumbling as they entered the penthouse, she went upstairs and dropped the bags with her lingerie purchases. She then headed back down into the kitchen, where Damien was plating their dinner on the breakfast bar.

"Smells great!" Mikayla said, as the scent of food immediately lightened her mood.

Her mouth watered as she took in the sight of the delicious Kefta Meatball Tagine with Moroccan bread on the side.

"I thought you might like it," Damien smiled as they sat down and ate.

He enjoyed this immensely. Just being able to spend time with her brought him much joy. It had been over two weeks now since she had moved into the apartment building and Damien loved coming home to her and waking up next to her. Since they first had sex, they spent almost every night falling asleep in each other's arms.

Mikayla mostly slept over at his place and, when she wasn't spending the night by him, he was sleeping over by her. They both had spaces in each other's closets and, ever since that first night she had slept over, he had to refrain from asking her to move in with him, knowing that it would be too soon.

He silently pondered that perhaps he could bring up the topic after dinner and see what she thought about it.

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A few hours later, as she laid in bed naked, Mikayla curled up comfortably against his chest, draping her leg over his. Damien ran his fingers over her shoulder, enjoying the smooth feel of her skin.

He found himself struggling to initiate the conversation that he had planned out in his mind. The irony of the situation made him smile a bit. Here he was, a successful businessman who had brokered many deals, and now he was nervous about asking his girlfriend's opinion on moving in with him.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen," Damien said softly to himself, as he kissed Mikayla's forehead, causing her to curl up into him even more.

"What's wrong," Mikayla suddenly asked, her voice bringing him out of his thoughts.

Pulling her as close to him as possible, he asked, "How did you know something was wrong?"

"Just a feeling. Besides, your hands aren't permanently attached to my ass right now," she chuckled at the end.

It was true. He could never really keep his hands off of her big round ass, clothed or otherwise.

Laughing softly, he said, "My lack of actions betray me I see."

"What's wrong Damien?" Mikayla asked again, as she shifted to get a better look at his face.

Tilting his head down, his eyes locked with hers, "I was just thinking about something that I wanted to talk to you about," the hand that was wrapped around her began to play in her hair.

Licking her lips, she waited for him to continue to speak, curious about what seemed to have him so nervous.

"I know that we haven't been together very long, but I feel like outside of the office we spend a lot of our time together anyway. While I don't mind us alternating between spending nights at your apartment and here, I was wondering, how would you feel about us moving in together, into one place?" Damien asked, his eyes focused on her facial reactions.

Mikayla lay there in slight shock, her words taking a moment to form, "Well, if I'm being completely honest, I'm hardly ever home. I'm either at the office or here with you."

He smiled at her words, his face lighting up.

She chuckled softly as she became more relaxed, her words flowing easier, "I would be lying if I said the thought hadn't crossed my mind, but I didn't want you to feel like we were rushing anything. I mean, it has only been a couple of weeks."

They both knew that, even though conventionally it had not been very long, in their current living arrangements, one would say that they were already living with each other. Instead of moving between the two apartments, they could easily just stay at one residence. It obviously would make sense to stay in one place instead of alternating whose apartment they would sleep in that night.

"I know that it hasn't been that long, but I've always been a person that follows their gut instinct, and my gut is telling me it's a good decision. Besides, what's the difference between moving in now or in a year's time? If this relationship is meant to work, we will work, regardless of the timing and circumstances." he said, as his fingers continued to play with a lock of her hair.

"I suppose you're right," Mikayla bit her bottom lip a little before she spoke again, a teasing smile tugging on her lips, "I guess if you do piss me off, I can always go stay in one of the guest bedrooms."

Damien growled softly as he rolled on top of her, his hips nudging her legs open, "There will be no leaving me to go sleep in another room, but yes, the penthouse definitely has more than enough space so that you can live comfortably here."

Sighing softly, she ran her palms up over his strong arms to rest on his shoulder, "So, I'm moving in with my boss?"

"No," he said as he began kissing up the side of her neck, "you're moving in with your boyfriend."

"I will, on one condition," she moaned softly, as his lips teased her skin, "well two."

"Anything," he said.

"I don't want to feel like I'm a kept woman," Mikayla stated, "I'm well aware of your wealth, but you need to let me contribute in some way, shape or form."

Damien moved back to lock his eyes with her, "I'll do my best not to overdo it."

"Good," she relaxed.

Damien smiled, "And the second condition?"

Mikayla bit her bottom lip for a second before speaking, "You will need to meet my parents, my mother's going to flip out when she finds out that I moved in with you already. I mean, she doesn't even know about you yet!"

"I'm hurt," Damien faked getting stabbed in the heart as he held his chest, "my parents already know about you."

"That's because your father almost walked in on us in a very compromising situation!" Mikayla interjected.

Moving a hand to cup her face, his thumb running back and forth over her bottom lip, he quietly said, "I'd have told them regardless."

"Fine," she mumbled softly, her breathing becoming slightly shallow due to his gentle touch.

"I'll have your stuff packed up and moved over on Monday while we're at work," he said with a big smile on his face, before leaning down and kissing her.

Damien then made love to her again, for a third time that night.

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The next day, Damien had let Mikayla know that he would be in his study after lunch. He had an important call with one of his investors from New York.

She had left his penthouse and headed back to her apartment to pick up a few things. When she returned, she headed into the kitchen and noticed that the door to his study was open. With a smile, she watched him as he sat at his desk, the phone cradled against his face. He saw her and blew her a kiss before refocusing on his call.

Feeling a bit naughty, Mikayla went upstairs and quickly changed into a black sexy piece of lingerie, throwing on a short black silk robe over her shoulders. Coming back downstairs, she walked over to one of the columns that directly faced his study and arched her back against it, pushing her breasts out towards him. Damien's eyes widened as he took in Mikayla's appearance, the dark robe stopped mid-thigh and was parted on top, revealing the swells of her luscious breasts.

Mikayla walked into his study; her bare feet were silent against the marble floor. She loved the way Damien's aquamarine eyes darkened. A sudden, slight tremor momentarily entered his voice as he continued talking on the phone. She could feel herself getting excited as she walked up to his desk and pushed his chair back a bit so that she could kneel between his legs and slowly unbuttons his trousers.

"What are you doing?" Damien mouthed silently to her, his face in shock, though he did not stop her movements.

She simply grinned while lowering the zipper on his pants, with her eyes locked with his, she kissed the front of the fabric, causing Damien to bite his fist to keep quiet. Without warning, she pulled his briefs down and pushed his pants to the floor as she proceeded to pleasure him. Her eyes continued to look up at him as she held his gaze.

The pacing of his breathing started to get very erratic. She could tell he that he was starting to lose concentration with his call. Seeing this turned Mikayla on even more, as she was now determined to please him and get them both off.

She alternated between using her lips and her tongue. All the while, she never broke eye contact with Damien. Noticing that his eyes were starting to roll back into his head, with a smile, she began twirling her tongue around at a faster pace.

"Shit..." the sound of Damien swearing softly can be heard before he apologises to the other person on the end, rescheduling another call at a later date.

The sound of him ending the call and putting the phone down caused Mikayla to moan softly and, before Damien could do anything, she placed her left index finger over his mouth and stood up. She moved to straddle him in the chair and he could feel the warmth of her thighs as she pulled her underwear to the side before sinking down onto him.

Grabbing the back of the chair, Mikayla started to move her hips, her pace strong and steady. The continued friction from rubbing against his pelvis made her scream and moan his name. The sound was music to his ears.

He reached up and grabbed her curly hair with one of his hands, pulling her head back to expose her neck so that he could gently place kisses along her smooth skin before biting into it. Simultaneously, his other hand reached down and grabbed her ass as he felt her begin to contract.

Damien did not know what had gotten into Mikayla, but he liked it. He loved how sexual she was and that she was not afraid to express her needs and longings to and for him.

How he ever thought that she was a prude was beyond him. She may not have had a lot of experience with men, but that did not mean that she was not a sensual being with desires. He felt so lucky that she had chosen him to explore her feminine power and sexuality.

At that moment, Mikayla could feel her body give way as she began to climax, Damien's name a chant on her lips, as she felt the warmth of his release. With a heavy sigh she collapsed onto his chest, a shy smile forming on her lips.

"I'm sorry I made you end your call early," she mumbled with a shy laugh.

"Screw the call," Damien chuckled softly as both his hands now rested on her hips, "that was amazing! Just... wow!"