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ELENA

Seated on her bed – tangled in a very intimate lotus position – the world seemed to stop for a moment. Elena felt comfortable in his lap with her legs wrapped around him – his stomach pressing against her stomach – their skin sweaty and sticky. She felt like she needed a shower in order to wash away the dirty thoughts and actions. She tried to breathe and focused on the feel of him pressed so close to her – it was hot and comforting. It was also a very different feeling – comfort – but welcomed nonetheless. She'd never been this close to Mason or Matt.

'Should I confess that I like cuddling?' She thought before opening her mouth, allowing words to leave her. "I lied to you too."

Damon lifted his head from the nape of her neck, his hair a rumpled mess from her earlier ministrations. He looked like a rock god – all sexed up and gorgeous.

He locked his eyes with hers and smiled carefully before frowning at her. She bit her lower lip and his hands tightened on her hips.

"About what?" He asked softly. "Coffee?"

"No, not coffee. I like cuddling." She confessed, blushing, her cheeks heating.

"Oh yeah?" He mumbled against her mouth and wiggled his eyebrows. His hands moved up and down her back in a soothing motion – causing electricity to pulse through her.

"Mhm."

"So you lied to me in Vegas?"

"I guess you could say that." She smiled softly and sighed in contentment as he stroked her back. The simple action felt warm and somewhat powerful. It spread a tingling sensation throughout her body.

They looked at each other and Elena involuntarily squeezed him as he was still lodged deep inside her. He had a nice semi thing going on and she had no complaints whatsoever. Damon groaned at the movement, tilted his head back and closed his eyes – it was a sexy sight. She snickered at his heartfelt response and was bold enough to squeeze him again – just to see the effect she had on him. His reaction was close to being erotic as he groaned and used his hands to rock her hips into his. Due to the fact that they were still intimately joined – it caused Elena to gasp and her own eyes fluttered closed for a second or two, before looking at him.

"Behave." He threatened huskily, nibbling on her shoulder.

"Or what?"

"Or I might have to do something about it."

Something fluttered inside her belly – millions of butterflies exploded by the sound of his husky, sexy voice. His so-called threat wouldn't hurt her – it was more likely to boost her sexual confidence. She could feel his erection grow bigger and thicker between her thighs. The remnants of his earlier orgasm had smeared itself over her folds and inner thighs, causing her to feel sticky and a little ashamed of the throes of passion she'd allowed herself to succumb to earlier.

He kissed her collarbone.

And, before she allowed him the chance to say anything else – she squeezed his member a third time. She shrieked in delight when he rolled them over. He quickly stilled above her and leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips.

"Do you have any idea how bad I want you?"

"You can do it again?" She breathed in fascination, her cheeks burning up, once again. "So soon? After what we just did?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised." He smirked devilishly.

"Then take me." She moaned as he shifted, moving his hips. "I want you."

She gasped and clutched at his shoulders as he pinned her to the bed, moving above her, touching her in a way she'd never been touched before. Their moans filled her bedroom, and once again, it didn't take them long to reach climax together – they were so synchronized with one another that it was scary. He matched her body so perfectly – it was incredible. He filled her core in a way that had stars exploding behind her eyelids.

To her surprise, he was vocal, urged her to touch herself and when she seeked out her throbbing clit and started massaging the bundle of nerves – he talked dirty to her.

Elena wasn't a nun – she'd watched porn and she'd heard the dirty talk they'd provided. She hadn't been impressed and had always thought that dirty vocal encouragement wasn't for her. Well… she'd been wrong.

Damon's words urged her on unlike anything else and she almost flinched when he pinched one of her nipples. He pinched her a second time and it stung, spreading a tingling feeling of warmth all over her. Her center locked around him like a vice. She writhed beneath him and he slammed into her – forcing her over the edge. He followed her soon after and almost toppled down over her body.

They should've both been tired and satisfied after what had happened a second time, but somehow sleep didn't win them over. They continued to roll around on top of the covers, underneath the covers, giggling, kissing, climaxing and rubbing against one another.

She felt carefree for the first time in a very long time.

After their fourth, sweaty, heated coupling, they finally let themselves fall asleep close to each other. It was and felt beyond natural. The last thing Elena remembered before she closed her eyes was Damon spooning her, wrapping his arms around her, sighing with contentment.

DAMON

He woke up alone in a bed he didn't recognize as his own. The sheets smelled like roses and felt soft against his body. The interior of the room seemed so different from what he was normal used to. He scratched the back of his head, trying to remember how he'd ended up in a small but cozy bedroom. It wasn't big and lofty, the walls weren't grey, the floors weren't newly polished and the windows didn't show off his father's skyscraper in the distance.

Damon lifted the rumpled sheets and smirked at what he found. Score! He was still naked which had to be considered positive. He ruffled his already messy hair and, oh, thank fuck – a lightbulb appeared above his head and he finally remembered what had happened yesterday.

He was in her bedroom – in her bed! Elena.

But then –all of a sudden – a freaky feeling of déjà vu from the moment she had left him at the club appeared in his mind and he shook his head in defeat. She'd sprinted away from him a second time? That wasn't exactly what he'd hoped for when he realized he was naked.

He would have to tie a bell to her neck if she would continue to sprint away from him after sex. Seriously, he would get a complex of some sort if she didn't wake up next to him soon. It was weird how much the thought of waking up without her, actually gnawed at his insides. Damon sat up and ruffled his hair while looking at the alarm clock on her dresser. It was 7 am – he had two more hours until he had to be at the office – perfect. He definitely had the time to go find her and have her make up for the fact that she'd left him alone in her bed. It was time to go find her.

He searched the bedroom floor for his boxers and found them in one of the corners – he smirked. They'd been pretty wild yesterday, last night and very early this morning. She was easily the best sex he'd ever had. She'd giggled, she'd moaned, she'd wrapped her long, sexy legs around him and he'd let himself be lost in her for a second or two.

Damon quickly realized that the rest of his clothes were scattered somewhere else in her apartment. They'd been pretty fast to get out of their clothes yesterday due to the activities they'd been indulging in.

Oh well, he thought as he headed for the door – she'd already seen him naked more than once – she wouldn't faint by seeing him in his boxers. As he walked towards the door, he hoped with all his heart that she didn't have a roommate she shared the apartment with – that would be too awkward for his taste. Not that he was shy but hey, privacy was something he valued.

When he opened her bedroom door, the smell of pancakes immediately found his nostrils and he smiled as he found her in the kitchen. She was standing by the stove.

He'd seen a lot of naked women throughout his life but no female had been this sexy while dressed in a pajama consisting of a tank top and small shorts. It was fucking perfect. She was perfect.

She'd let her hair hung loose around her shoulders; it was messy after the night's escapades but he didn't care – she was actually very beautiful this way. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, eyeing her quietly. She turned the pancakes in the pan and sipped on her coffee. She was absolutely adorable and his body started to heat up in ways he recognized as painful morning arousal, all too well. She did serious damage to his 'little guy.'

After approximately three minutes of ogling her and getting his body under control he decided to make his presence known.

"It smells good." He purred from behind her.

"Oh, hi." She spun around and cheekily waved at him with a pink spatula, blushing. "Morning."

They gazed at each other for a couple of seconds and she smiled at him softly. However, she had to turn her attention back to the stove if she didn't want their breakfast to be burnt.

With a smirk on his face, Damon made his way to her. He sneaked up behind her, inhaled her scent, placed his hands on her hips and leaned down in order to drop a kiss on her shoulder. He could see the wave of goose bumps that danced along her arms. The fact that he affected her so much felt surprisingly good. After all, they were still strangers to each other.

"Good morning." He mumbled and nibbled on her skin.

"I made you breakfast." She breathed, butterflies exploding inside her entire body because of his lips touching her skin in the most sensitive way. "I hope you like pancakes."

"Mhm." He left another kiss on her shoulder. "I love pancakes."

Damon nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. His hands and arms found their way around her body. She felt small and delicate in his arms.

It was weird how he wanted to touch her skin and be close to her. It felt like as if there was a magnetic pull between them. He leaned in to kiss her but to his disappointment she turned away from his hungry lips.

"Turn around so that I can kiss you."

"No, I don't want to kill you. I have morning breath."

"So do I, baby." He wiggled his eyebrows.

He'd tried to leave in time but had realized that he couldn't just leave without kissing her and get her number at the same time. He had to see her again. Truth be told, he gladly would've stayed the entire day in her bed, naked and pressed up against her, but, his father wouldn't approve. He'd been approximately twenty minutes late once he finally managed to leave her apartment.

So, instead of going home for a shower and a change of clothes – he ordered an Uber and almost dozed off before reaching the office. Fortunately, he was alone in the elevator and had the time to actually breathe and recollect himself for a couple of minutes. He pulled out his phone from his jeans pocket and sent a text to Ric. He ruffled his hair, trying to force it to look at least a little bit presentable.

The secretary did nothing to hide her drooling face when he walked into the lobby – dressed in yesterday's clothes. Dark jeans and a leather jacket was his thing and he wore it like a champ. He winked at the secretary and continued down the hall with a superior smirk on his face, knowing she was still eyeing him from where she was seated.

He peeked inside his father's office and found him on the phone. The look on his face said it all – he wasn't pleased with his son. First day, late? yes. First day and no suit? Yes. Fuck, by the stern look from his father's icy blue eyes, he could tell he was in trouble.

"What on earth are you wearing?" Giuseppe hissed with frustration, while holding the phone far away from the noises his oldest son caused by dragging his feet across the floor. "Put some decent clothes on."

"Oh, my bad. I totally forgot the dresscode. Got any underwear in that drawer? Cause I'm not wearing any."

Damon sunk down in one of the armchairs and yawned. He was tired. Ha! He chuckled at the dirty thought that crossed his mind at the mere thought of a bed. Well, at least he was tired for a really good reason and a part of him already missed the warmth of her body pressed against his.

Damon scanned the luxury office. His mother had decorated the inside of Salvatore's business building. Grace loved interior design and Giuseppe had let his wife experiment with the rooms on the top floor and she hadn't failed to surprise her husband. She was and always had been a force to be reckoned with.

"Damon." Giuseppe said as he ended his phone call and rose from his chair. "I'll show you to your office and in the meantime I'll try to forgive you for not wearing something suitable your first day."

"I would've dressed properly if my dick–"

"Mr. Salvatore." A blonde dressed in a pencil skirt with a matching blouse and high heels interrupted them. She walked towards them, a smile on her face.

Damon noticed the way she straightened up a lot more when she saw his face and the lack of a ring on his left hand. She looked good – visually speaking, she was his type. But to his own surprise, he wasn't interested.

"Mr. Salvatore, I'm sorry for interrupting but I need you to look at this file." She handed it to Giuseppe, a stern look on her face.

Apparently, she was all business, yet managed to carefully wink at him. The action had him feeling slightly confused and he frowned. Was she hitting on him? He shook his head. Hope not, he thought. He'd dated a coworker before – it didn't end well.

"Of course, I'll have a look as soon as Damon's settled in his office." Giuseppe nodded. "Which reminds me, now that you're here – introductions are in order. Sage, here's the newest asset to our company. Damon, this is Sage Williams. Sage, this is my son, Damon."

"The Damon Salvatore?" She questioned and shook his hand.

She had a firm grip and a soft palm. Her smile was attractive and he winked at her, mimicking her earlier action. He was good at charming the females that surrounded him and Sage was no exception.

"Last time I checked." He wiggled his eyebrows. "It's nice meeting you."

Giuseppe joined the conversation and they talked to the blonde woman for a couple of minutes. Damon realized his father's charm wasn't any worse than his own. He was able to get Sage to blush and giggle like a schoolgirl, and Damon was – disgustingly enough – very impressed.

Thankfully, he knew that the flirting wasn't actual flirting – his father had been linked to his mother for more than thirty years and they loved each other with passion. Sure, they'd have their ups and downs just like everyone else, but, they always managed to pull through with their love on top.

When Sage finally walked away from the two Salvatore's, Giuseppe turned to the right and Damon followed him through a dimly lit corridor.

"You and Sage are tackling the Johnson case together. And, in all honesty, son – I'd appreciate it if you kept your hands to yourself."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Listen, Damon. She's a good lawyer and a very attractive young woman – so please, keep the snake in its cage, okay?"

"Fine."

Giuseppe stopped abruptly, eyeing his son suspiciously. "What did you say?"

"I'll keep my hands to myself."

"Ah, you're sick?"

Damon rolled his eyes and snickered. "I know you think of me as a womanizer – and thank you for that, by the way – but Dad, I can assure you that I take my job seriously. Besides, she's gay."

"Alright. Thank you. Wait, did you say gay?"

"Geez. Do I seriously have to explain–"

"Forget it. Let's move on. Her private life is none of my business."

"I talked to your brother yesterday."

"How is he?" Damon asked as they entered the room that would become his office.

"He's struggling. It's hard for him to acclimatize to the rules and regulations."

""That's no surprise, he never did care much about rules."

"Be kind. He's your brother." Giuseppe said quietly and shut the door behind them – the last thing he wanted was for anyone to hear about his youngest son's condition. "Your mother would be delighted if you visited him now that you're in town."

"He doesn't want to see me, and, I can't really blame him for that. I was the one who caught him. I bet he's not too happy with me right now."

"That's nonsense, you're his brother. Just, give him some time and he'll forgive you. Go visit him."

"Don't push your luck, old man."

"I don't want there to be bad blood between the two of you."

"Well, too late for that wish. There's been bad blood between us for a long time." Damon didn't feel like talking about Stefan right now. His brother had managed to fuck up and he'd been the one to clean up the mess – and he'd barely survived doing it.

"His doctor said that we ought to attend at least one therapy session."

"The whole family? In one room? Yeah, no. I don't think so."

"Talk to your mother, she won't let you escape. We're all going, together. As a family." Giuseppe motioned for the desk. "Come on, let's get to work."

"Okay."

ELENA

Seconds after she'd said goodbye to him and closed the door, she ran through the living room and catapulted onto her bed. Just like when she was little, she jumped up and down a couple of times, screaming into one of her pillows like a crazy person, before she dove towards the mattress.

She buried her head in the pillow he'd used – it smelled just like him and she blushed. She couldn't help but to giggle like a kid. Her insides felt gooey and warm. Damon.

Their night had been so hot and heated. She'd never felt that kind of desperate need for another person before. She'd been so aroused that it hurt. She'd been dripping wet, squirming and panting once he'd entered her.

They'd been going at it like lustful, depraved, crazy people – it had been intense and intimate. Damon had touched her like a pro. He'd pushed her to the edge of a massive waterfall and then he'd sent her flying. It had been mind blowing and almost bittersweet.

She'd felt safe with him and she'd never felt ashamed while enjoying herself during their coupling. Elena had felt sexy and wanted. The feeling of being wanted was new and while it had scared her quite a bit – it had still been nice to know that he craved her.

He'd touched her in places she didn't even know she wanted to be touched. All in all, it was the best experience she'd ever had – it even topped their night in Vegas.

His legs had been tangled with hers when she'd squinted her eyes at the morning sun. His breath had tickled her neck and she'd managed to climb out of bed without waking him.

She'd made them breakfast, they'd made out and before she knew it, he complimented her pancakes, kissing her between bites. He'd promised to call her and then he'd left her in a hurry – his kiss still lingering on her swollen lips.

DAMON

"Mr. Salvatore, are you busy?"

Damon looked up from his desk and met the eyes of his new colleague.

"Mr. Salvatore is my father. I would prefer it if you called me Damon at the office."

"Ah, Damon." Sage nodded in confirmation, entering the office, a professional look plastered on her face.

He motioned for her to take a seat. He closed his laptop, looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"I brought the files from the Johnson case. I also took the liberty to mark some of the pages that I think could be valuable in court. I would appreciate it if you looked at them as soon as possible. We need to start digging."

"Yes. Of course."

Sage handed him the pile of files she'd been carrying. She quickly got to her feet, straightening her pencil skirt.

"We should schedule a meeting. We have to go through the last police report together and scan through the pages – there's a lot of information."

"Sure. Anything else?"

"We're scheduled to meet with one of the victims next week."

Damon's head snapped to Sage's face, surprised at the new information. "One of the victims survived?"

From what he'd heard earlier, none of the young women had survived the meeting with the Devil.

"Yes. A sixteen year old girl. They say she was beyond lucky. I'll have to agree. Read the report, Damon. I'll stop by later."

She closed the door behind her and Damon scanned through the papers before spreading them across his desk.

"Perfect." He sighed and started going through the reports, knowing that he would be working around the clock for the next couple of days.

After reading five full pages of text with explicit descriptions – he felt nauseous. He had to take a break. He slowly paced back and forth in his office. The case was unlike anything he'd ever dealt with before. Only five pages in and Damon already felt sick to his stomach.

The Johnson case would be his first case where the guilty person could be sentenced to prison for both inhumane treatment, abuse, murder and rape. The list was long and went on for pages. It was shocking and a part of him wanted to dry heave.

When living in L.A. he'd handled bar fights, nasty divorces and millionaires who found their neighbors annoying. He'd never been handed a case like this before and he was – truth be told – a little taken aback by the information he'd just read. However, that didn't stop him from taking a seat behind his desk. He inhaled deeply and continued to read for two hours.

His interest skyrocketed and he wanted to meet the girl who survived. Sixteen year old Mina Johnson hadn't been able to give a statement regarding the timeline of the horrible things she'd been forced to go through – or the young women she'd been locked up with. She didn't remember any faces or names of her fellow prisoners. Damon couldn't blame her. He'd block out everything too if he was her.

She'd been sent to a psychiatric ward due to a suicide attempt, a couple of weeks ago. She'd cut her wrists and taken a bunch of painkillers. Her father had found her, only seconds before she lost consciousness.

Damon shook his head and pulled a hand through his hair. He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes, wondering what kind of sentences the new police report would contain. He had to read it.

A knock on his door brought him back to reality. His father stomped into his office, hands in his front pockets.

"Why knock if you're just going to barge in anyway?"

Giuseppe huffed and took a seat across from his son. "You've read the file? Nasty stuff. I got nauseous the first time I read it."

"You and me both, Dad. I'm not used to these kind of cases. I'm used to neighbors fighting about their respective dogs barking."

"You'll get used to it."

"That's what scares me the most." He admitted.

"Well, think about it like this – you're a superhero."

Damon frowned and eyed his father skeptically. "What do you mean?"

"That girl, she survived something horrible. Be her hero, bring justice to the world, make sure she gets the help she needs in order to send that bastard to hell. She needs someone to fight on her side. From what her file says, she could use someone who's strong enough to go to battle for her."

"What makes you think I'm the one?"

"Just a feeling. Let's go, lunchtime."

"I have tons of work to do."

"True, but your mother will have my head if I don't feed you." Giuseppe said with the authority of a lawyer and the concern of a husband wanting to please his wife.

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