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“I’ll fuck you.” He gives me a brief lustful look before his eyes dismiss me while he starts to work.
This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. He can’t just decide—decide everything.
I want it now.
While I have the guts, thecourage. I reach for the zipper, pushing the wide straps of my dress down my arms, exposing my lacy, red bra.
I feel more like a woman—with this job and these outfits and the lingerie. And with the looks Damon always gives me.
“What the fuck are you doing? I said tonight.”
I shake my head. He’ll change his mind; he’ll find a million reasons not to fuck me tonight. I know it; I cansenseit. My thong in his pocket is his way of appeasing me.
Temporarily.
He’s on his feet, his leather shoes bringing him closer tome. He’s so beautiful, it almost hurts to watch such a pretty man exist.
“Gemma . . .”
I shake my head.
“You’re not thinking straight.” He looks behind me; I know the door isn’t locked. I know I probably look insane.
Damon grabs me by the arm, leading me to his own restroom inside his office. It’s not as big as I expected it to be, but it’s all sleek and modern.
He closes the door behind us, one hand atop my head on the door, the other rubbing his jaw.
“Please...pleasedon’t reject me.” I pull myself closer to him, grabbing on to his neck like he’s saving me from drowning.
“You look frantic, Red. I’m not—”
I push him. I can’t even make sense of my feelings, my actions. All I know is that I want him. I’ve reached my quota of doing what I should, of not doing or saying what I want.
I’m done.
I want to feel something other than this melancholy. Damon helps with that. I don’t even know why—he’s pretty moody.
“What kind ofmonsterare you? You give me all these warnings that you’re not a good man, yet you can’t even fuck me!” I push him again, except this time when he grabs my wrists, I kiss him.
My words—they’re somewhat for him, somewhat for Harvey.
But my actions are for Damon. I kiss him, transferring all my feelings into the kiss. Everything from Harvey and Claire and my future.
Everything I give to Damon. Because he can take it.
I don’t need to tell him I’m falling for him, not when I can show him instead. He’s doing the same; he’s pouring feelings into me, I canfeelit.
God, Damon.
As soon as he groans, gripping my ass, I take my cue and wrap my legs around him. He deepens the kiss, roughly pushing my back against the wall.
It hurts, but it feels so, so good.
I’ll take this over the darkness any day. With Damon, it’s passion, it’s fury, but it’s goddamn passion.
So much so, we’re both moaning and groaning, sucking and teasing and licking. He bites my lower lip, and I reciprocate. My hips thrust and move against the massive bulge in his pants.
“I don’t have a condom.”
