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He looks as if he’s about to say something but refrains from doing so.
“What? What were you going to say?”
His stare holds mine before his free hand fingers my hip and squeezes. “Why are you still with him?”
Because I love him.
Because it’s Harvey.
Because loyalty.
“Love and loyalty.” But the words taste bitter on my tongue.
He tsks. “If you loved him, you wouldn’t even be thinking of being this close to me.”
“You’re wrong. I love him, I really do.”
He tilts my head back, his thumb sliding down the front of my throat. I’m gasping for air, for rationalism to save me. For thoughts of Harvey to pull me away.
Except they don’t. Not this time. Not anymore.
“Maybe it’s love. But not the type that sets your skin and soul on fire.” My collarbone is his next victim as he whispers these lies around my ear. “When’s the last time you had sex, Gemma?”
God, the word, coming from his mouth.
I swallow. “A while.”
“Why doesn’t he give you what you want?”
I’m breathless, practically trying to glue my chest to his. He pushes me against the table, sliding one strap off my shoulder. I can feel his erection, desperate, so desperate to be set free. He roughly grips my hip, this time harder.
“I don’t know,” I moan, and I’m angry. “Stop...”
“Stop what? Talking? Stop touching?” His voice is raw and bleeding and hoarse.
“No...no...” I realize I make no sense when one leg wraps around him and his hand burns my thigh as he slides the dress up.
“You’re making me break my rules... I don’t touch my assistants.Ever.I shouldn’t be fucking touching you, Gemma.” A kiss on my neck.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
One on my collarbone. One closer to my chest.
“Damon...” I’m breathless, and my judgment is too clouded. There’s nothing but him.
“You don’t love him. So why are you still with him?” He’s reaching, reaching for my lips, so close.
Come closer.
He’s going to kiss me.
“What do you know about love?”
He stops abruptly, and my heel hits the floor with a thud. At the same time, the phone rings from my desk, and I can tell by the raging storm that overtakes his face and posture that I said something I shouldn’t have.
I adjust my strap and pull down my dress before I hurry out of the boardroom to pick up the phone.
What the hell did I just do?
