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friction and her need finally exploding as her body splintered into a thousand pieces once again. On and on it went, wave after incredible wave of pleasure filling her up as he continued, moving inside of her faster and faster until he pulled her tight, his jaw clenched and his head thrown back while he reached his own climax.
    Long moments later, she sighed as he pulled her into his arms, adjusting her limp form against him so that she was almost laying on top of him, content to just listen to his heart beat slow to a more steady rhythm once again.
    It seemed like they stayed like that for hours, but it was probably just a few minutes before she realized how hungry she was. “I need food,” she groaned, stretching her legs and lifting her head to peer up at him.
    He glanced down with a raised eyebrow. “I can only satisfy one appetite at a time,” he said, but hugged her gently. “I’ll have Justin get us some food.”
    Gabby was confused for a long moment, then her eyes widened and she pushed away, sitting up in the bed and pulling the sheet over her. “Please tell me those two gentlemen that were with you last night haven’t been outside all night.”
    Damon shrugged his shoulders. “I suspect one has been in the car while the other patrolled the perimeter of your property. Or they could have called in the second shift. I don’t really know.”
    Gabby pushed her hair out of her eyes and looked out her open window. “Second shift?” she asked, her voice wary and confused.
    “I have more than two men on my security team. They rotate shifts so that there is coverage day and night.”
    She looked back at him, her hunger suddenly gone. “Why do you need so much protection?” she whispered. Her heart actually ached at the idea of someone hurting this man. He might be large and intimidating, but a bullet shot from a distance could break through even that impossible arrogance of his. She didn’t like the idea of anyone hurting him. She suspected that he’d been hurt enough in his life already.
    He liked how she worried about him. The other women he’d been with thought that being with a man who had a security detail was a status symbol. He’d let them have their little power trip as long as they amused him. But those women had bored him quickly. He suspected that Gabriella was not going to fall into that category and he looked down at her with something akin to gentleness, an emotion that wasn’t a normal part of his personality. “Let’s get you something to eat and not worry about things that are under control, shall we?” he asked and stood up, pulling her with him. “What are you in the mood to eat?”
    Gabby went along behind him but grabbed his large dress shirt as she passed by the chair where it had landed last night. She slipped one arm inside and tried to pull the other one, but he glanced back and shook his head. “You don’t need that,” he commented, but let her hand go so she could slip it on the other arm.
    “I feel much more comfortable wearing this,” she murmured. “I probably have something in the fridge. If you have the patience for me to cook.”
    “You don’t have to do that,” he said, picking up his phone.
    Gabby peered into the cabinets and looked around. “How about spaghetti with red sauce and….” She peered into the fridge, “sautéed vegetables in fresh garlic?”
    His hand froze on the buttons of his cell phone. “That sounds delicious. Can you really cook?”
    She was already pulling out ingredients and pots to cook the spaghetti and sauce in. “I don’t have crusty bread but I can work something out. She pulled a loaf of bread out of the freezer and popped it into the microwave to defrost. “You have to put some pants on,” she said, glancing down at his pelvis, then quickly looking away with a painful blush.
    Damon chuckled at her shyness, but in reality, he was delighted. “If it will make you feel better, I’ll put something on. But be sure that